**updated version with some more details**

I have been reading a lot of these stories recently, and it has fuelled the desire to share one of my own from my younger days

I was around 21, and was seeing my first serious boyfriend.

We were preparing to head out for a night of drinks and bar-hopping with a few of our friends from uni (in Australia, we call college or university 'uni'). In the lead up to this night, a comment my mother had made a few weeks before had been playing on my mind. She had admonished me for going out wearing a very low cut-top, saying she was surprised that my boyfriend allowed me to dress like that.

My mother and I both have very large breasts, and part of me wondered if it was jealousy on her part that she had been unable/unwilling to embrace her sexuality when she was my age, in what was a much more conservative time.

My boyfriend laughed when I told him about her comment, saying he didn't control how I dressed and I could wear what I want. Despite this, part of me also felt the need to push this boundary, in what I guess was an immature response to the idea that he would try and control me in some way.

So tonight I was wearing the same low-cut black top, but now paired with a very tight and short black-skirt, that even I knew I probably wouldn't get away with bending over too far in. I paired this with black, heeled boots, a black leather belt with gold buckle, and a casual, white jacket, which I only really wore to contrast the otherwise entirely black outfit

Now I should mention I am around 165cm tall, blonde, and have always been on the chubbier side. At that age, I certainly considered myself overweight, however I always felt I carried it well. As I said, I had inherited my mother's enormous breasts, and that is where a lot of the weight went.  While I was always self-conscious about my tummy and bum, the tightness of the skirt and the way the hem cut into the top of my thighs almost created a 'yoga-pant' effect, where I actually really enjoyed the way it made my ass look.

In what was probably my most radical act, I capped this outfit with a newly-purchased black g-string. Even I had to rationalise in my mind that this was to avoid visible panty-lines, even though deep down I knew this wasn't true.

I still lived at home at the time, and as I lived closer to the city, we were getting ready at my house. I could almost see my boyfriend's cock burst from of his pants when I came out of the bathroom having finished my makeup, and he saw the outfit for the first time.

My heart raced as we quickly made our way past my parents and out the door to the waiting taxi, giving them a quick 'goodbye' without making eye-contact. I knew they probably both got an eyeful of my fake-tanned ass-cheeks hanging out the bottom of my skirt as I quickly shuffled past them. I wondered if my mother would take this as a deliberate act of defiance against her, or if she genuinely wouldn't care, as long as my boyfriend seemed fine with it. Either way, I was sure there would be more comments the next time I saw her.

The night-itself went by fairly quickly, and essentially consisted of me spending a majority of the time with my entire ass on display on various dancefloors, pretending I did not realise my tiny skirt had ridden up to my hips and 'slut-dropping' to Lil Jon songs.

My boyfriend and several of his friends spent most of the night grinding their dicks against my ass and subtly grabbing my tits. Between the alcohol, the rush of exhibitionism and pure horniness, it felt like anything could have happened. The image of me on my knees in the middle of a circle of my boyfriends friends with their dicks all in my face kept playing over and over in my mind.

Ultimately we made it home just the pair of us and he almost exploded as soon as we got inside. To be fair, this is after probably giving the taxi-driver a good show in the backseat as well

Anyway, this was probably the beginning of my exhibitionism kink, and I hopefully someone finds the story enjoyable