The first clue I had that Maggie was a flaming exhibitionist was when she showed up for our third date wearing a micro-mini and, as I was to discover the first time she bent over that night, no underpants. “I know,” she giggled when I told her that everybody could see her bare fanny and pussy. “Wild, huh?”

Well, it was that, all right, but a part of me rebelled at the thought of every man within viewing distance ogling that which belonged to me, so to speak. I’d always appreciated a little exhibitionism in the bedroom, with my love-of-the-moment coming to bed in, say, crotchless panties, or perhaps performing an enticing striptease as a prelude to our fuck, but the kind of brazen public display that Maggie seemed to relish was unnerving.

I figured I had two choices: I could find... Read More