You never see naked people in the real world. You see them all the time on the internet.
When someone's naked in front of you, it's a mistake, or it's time to fuck, or someone's too drunk to have their shit together.
Flashing is more a surprise - a shock than a real sexual fetish. (Maybe that is the festish - the surprise.)
Girls pull up their dresses or pull down their panties, they open for the camera - and they always play to the camera. While cars or construction workers pass unassumingly by.
The cultural transgressive nature of dropping your drawers is what creates the thrill. How daring will they be? How comfortable are they, or are they really hiding behind a wall - and it only looks like they're doing something in public?
Flashing is a chase for some new exhibitionistic thrill, and the point is in the watching. If it's not captured for us to see, to be amazed and to get horny about, it's merely nudism.
Sex is less interesting if you don't break a couple of rules.
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