My wife did it once riding in our car…surprised the hell out of me, and the guy in the car next to us. Embarassed the hell out of her, when I said “You oughta see the look on that guy’s face…”
Uh… I’m not sure how we’d define ‘‘flash.’’ If we’re talking about some kind of public situation in which one pulls up one’s shirt in the interest of garnering a reaction, no, I have never done that. I’m not even likely to bat my eyes at a guy in public much less show him my tits. My idea of flirting is striking up a really deep conversation about philosophy or politics and hoping he makes a move. (No, I didn’t have many boyfriends in high school, why do you ask?)
However, I was at a party once, with my best friend and a bunch of other girls (mostly lesbians) and it was a million degrees outside, and we got drunk and I inspired everyone to run around the house naked for the rest of the night. I’m not sure if that’s really the same thing. I wasn’t trying to elicit a reaction, and it wasn’t remotely sexual–I was just being euphorically drunk and decided to best accommodate it by removing all of my clothing.
I could possibly imagine, in some sort of alternate dimension, somehow being in some social situation where I felt like it would be funny to flash someone. I don’t consider myself all that attractive, but I’ve got one helluva rack… could I blame someone for flaunting their endowments in a hedonistic display like Mardi Gras? Most likely not. But I am now married and my husband would frankly freak the fuck out if I ever did anything like that. I presume if I ever have such an opportunity, I would be like an 80 year old widow and would not wish to subject any of the fine citizens of Louisiana to my wrinkly boobs.
Not deliberately. I did have a bikini-top back-clip give way at a really unfortunate moment on a public beach, however. :smack: :o 
Yup. And attention. Sometimes, seeking attention, even when such attention-seeking is blatantly sexual, isn’t actually a cry for help. Sometimes, it’s just for fun.
That’s too funny. I had an incident with a bikini top too… a bug flew in my top and I screamed and whipped it off. Meanwhile, everyone looked at me because of the scream.
I’m on the modest side, but I’ve gone topless on a beach in the south of France… and I’ve played strip poker a couple of times and got down to the bare necessities… (only panties).
Years ago my husband and I and my brother and his wife were having drinks and dinner in a sports bar. My s-i-l was (and still is, come to think of it) very well-endowed. A man sitting across the aisle from our table kept staring at her breasts. He stared and stared and stared, staring more with each drink he had. My s-i-l ordinary doesn’t drink at all, but this evening she had a couple and she was getting more and more cheesed off with the staring guy. She leaned over and said to me, “I’m gonna give that guy an eyeful, just you watch and see” and she waited until she caught his eye and then she casually pulled down her top and flashed him. Very demurely, somehow. Then she pulled the top back up and looked at me and we laughed so hard we nearly choked. Our menfolk were oblivious, watching a hockey game on the overhead.
The look on his face was beyond funny. He was shocked, embarassed, gobsmacked. He got up and left in a hurry and then we told our guys what had happened and they were annoyed that they had missed the whole thing.
Which is why there shouldn’t be TVs in sports bars, I guess.
Thanks to all the respondents so far. I am starting to see that it is not aberrant, as I thought. I guess that context plays a part as does your feelings about your body. I hope DianaG is right that it is usually all in fun. (Or by accident, I loved those stories.)
SSG Schwartz
Oh, I don’t think that EVERYONE does it. I’ve never flashed the girls for attention. I have breastfed in public, but I always had a receiving blanket or similar cover. I have no problem disrobing in front of male medical personnel, with or without a female chaperone in the room, but I’m not doing it for attention, I’m removing my clothes so that I can get medical care. I think that I would have no problem going nude or almost nude in public, if I were in better physical shape, and if the law allowed.
I was raised to be very modest, and my sister still is extremely modest. However, I enjoy the sensation of air on my skin, when the temperature is moderate to hot. I think it’s just part of my personality.
Yes, I DO keep a bathrobe near my front door.
Mmmmmm…you’d LOVE the sensation of *sunlight *and outdoor breezes on your skin. It’s unbelievably amazing. Buts lots of sunscreen is a must!
I wish winter was over!
Do you have any idea how frustrating this is to us “good guys” who tried not to stare? It’s the guys who act like jerks that get flashed and get to see actuals BOOBS, while we get NOTHING for our politeness and good manners. And all the time we were STARVING for the sight of boobs.
All my cultural conditioning, it turns out, was severely counter-productive. My not staring deprived me of the sight of bare breasts, and my training to not aggressively seek sex was precisely the thing that kept me from getting any.
Do people who do this not wear bras, do they wear front-hook bras, or are they just better at getting out of their bras quickly than I am? I couldn’t do a quick flash even if I wanted to- I’d have to get my bra off, and I can’t do that anything like quickly or non-obviously.
Can’t you just lift the bra cups up? I have extremely large breasts and wear underwires, but I can grab under the wire and pull, and the girls just fall downwards. It’s not entirely comfortable, and I’d look awfully foolish trying to stuff them back in again gracefully afterwards, but I could do it if national security required it.
I doubt it. I keep the band tight enough that that can’t happen by itself, so it would be rather hard to do.
No good deed goes unpunished.
This thread is useless without pics, useless I tells ya 
Ah, I’m…er…squishy enough that it doesn’t matter how tight the band is, there’s always room for a squeeze!
“There’s Always Room for Jello! J-E-L-L-O!”
Forgive me. I couldn’t help thinking that.
Just call me Mr Whipple.
Gotta squeeze the charmin.
From here: Cleavage: What's Appropriate, What's Not - ABC News
“With Great Power Comes Great Responsibility”
-- SpiderMan's Uncle Ben
Also:
My wife flashed me and the plumber once many years ago. The plumber and I had been under the house working on the water supply lines, and his assistant took the van back to the shop to fetch a replacement valve. She thought the job was finished (we’d patched the line and turned the water back on temporarily) and came out onto the patio to “reward” me for a job well done. The plumber and I both emerged from the crawl space entryway just as my wife pulled up her t-shirt. That was 20 years ago, and we still laugh about getting great service from the local plumbers.
In a related incident, a woman my wife now works with is married to a spray pilot and once flashed his airplane – well, one that looked like his, anyway. He always buzzes their house, which is only a few miles from the airfield, when he’s finished with a job. One lovely summer morning she took her coffee out into the back yard and waited; at the appropriate time a yellow spray plane with red pinstripes approached from the right direction. She stood up, dropped the robe and held out her arms invitingly. The airplane circled, dipped its wings and headed for the airfield. She picked up the robe and sashayed into the house in time to see her husband driving into the yard. He’d broken a nozzle on his spray rig, was headed for Fort Collins for parts, and had stopped by the house to see if she wanted to go along. Another pilot had taken his spray job that morning.