Hi, I'm Cocoa from Brazil. I'm a 37-year-old black woman with curvy body. Except for the height, I'm a little tall, I'm around 5'7", my body shape is more less on Nicki Minaj style. Black long hair and dark brown eyes, ebony lips. My current stats are around 33-28-45.Yes I have a big booty and that's probably my most iconic feature. And OK, enough talking about me.
I'm sorry for those who expect stories full of sex but mine won't be like that. I'm here to talk about my experiences with a very light exhibitionism. Since young I got peeped and complimented a lot, particularly my butt, and I always enjoyed that so I turned my days into a permanent peep show. Most of the men stare at my butt when I'm walking on my way. Of course, not all of them find my ass beautiful, I know a lot find it ugly and fat too, but it catches attention anyway.
Although I appreciate being peeped, I hate being approached by naughty people. I like compliments, but I hate when men try touching me or ask by my digits, or try hitting or doing dirty things, so showing my curves is cool but may be dangerous too so I have to be careful. If the person approaches for a compliment and have a decent talk, then it's ok.
My first story here will be my last adventure which happened last week. I had just finished working out in the gym and I decided to pass by a mart before heading home. Of course I was in gym spandex pants, very tight dark gray spandex pants, and a white blouse and black sports coat. I never wear blouses or coats that cover my hips, they go only until my waist, usually leaving my belly and waist naked, so people can stare at my body. So I was on the mart picking fruits when I noticed a men behind me, he was staring at me. I didn't mind and kept paying attention to what I was doing. I was not sure if he was staring at me and whatever, if he was, I am very used to it. So I picked all the fruits I wanted and pushed the cart through the mart. I was in the crystals section and by the reflection in the glasses I saw the same men on my back. He was trying to be discreet, he was with his back turned to me but he kept peeping by looking back over his shoulder. I pretended I didn't notice. I was inside a mart, there were cameras, I wasn't carrying a purse, I had only my wallet on my hand, so I felt safe. I pushed the cart and I gave a very discreet look over my shoulder and I noticed the men followed me. My butt jiggles a lot when I walk, specially when I'm in spandex, so it's naturally very teasing but I decided to shake my hips while walking, very lightly.
He followed me through the mart corridors, although he was doing it very discreetly, like he was looking for stuff from the shelves too. Again, this is not a new situation to me. Most of the times I go to a supermarket, one or other men try to peep me. He followed me to the cosmetics section which was fun because what a man would do on that section? There were two women there, I was the third, I was picking lipsticks and the guy there trying to get a sneak peek of my booty. I kept on ignoring him but I guaranteed him good views of my butt taking care to always kept my back turned to him. I passed by more two or three sections picking things, water, soda, cookies, and he tried to follow me, always trying to be discreet but unsuccessful. Sometimes he didn't followed my steps and headed to another direction only to "accidentally" enter the same section as me. After picking everything I needed to my cart, I decided to play a little more with the peeping guy. I headed to the women's apparel section. Again, he didn't came behind me but, when I was in the section, he showed up. The men's apparel was just behind so he could hide unsuspiciously in his own section while peeping my butt. I started to take small panties and look carefully to them, like I was choosing one. Every panties I took, I positioned on my hips, like seeing if it would fit me. Of course I wanted him to get a hard-on while imagining I would be buying and wearing one of those panties. Holding two panties on my hands, I turned to him and looked him in the eyes like it was accidentally, it was the first time me made eye contact and he lowered his eyes and start pretending he was picking some clothing. I drove myself to the fitting room. The mart was small and there were only two fitting rooms. One for men and one for women. It was like a cubicle. I know his eyes followed me heading to the women’s fitting room and as I entered I left the door open.
I took of my pants, took of my panties and put the leopard pattern on. By the mirror, I saw him discreetly at the fitting room door. He put only his head from his eyes up to peep me in that small leopard pattern g-string. I had my mobile phone in front of me and the fitting room featured a little intercom to the wall so if he tried anything, I would have how to alarm people on the mart. But he didn’t. I kept the leopard pattern panties on for a whole minute for him to have a good view and then I’d try the second one, the pink, but I didn’t want him to see my butt nude. So, I lowered the coat to cover my butt, took of the leopard pattern panties, put on the pink and lifted the coat, so he could see my butt again. It was also a way for him to suspect I knew he was there. Again, I kept the panties for one minute more or less. I lowered the coat again, took of the pink panties, put on my own panties, as I remember it was beige, and lift the coat again. With him looking at my booty one more time, I put my pants on. When I turned my back to get out of the fitting room, I still saw him pulling his head quickly. When I went out, he was standing at the men’s fitting room door holding a t-shirt and jeans panties, like he was waiting someone to enter. I left the panties I tried in the fitting room and I later saw a warning sign that underwear shouldn’t be tried. Well, too late. I pushed my cart by the mart again, pick up one or two more things and went to the cashier. I didn’t saw the men again.
When I went to my car on the parking, I had the two panties I had tried and a small paper note on my windshield. The note said something like “You looked so gorgeous in them you couldn’t give up on buying them. But once you did, I bought that for you! Please, come here again wearing them and give me another sneak peek!” He signed and left his digits on the note. Of course I haven’t call him and I will not. But I loved the gifts!
