I swear, I can almost come just knowing that someone is watching
me.And, I have found plenty of opportunities to let them. When I was
about 18 or 19 (I'm now 22), I used to pose in front of mybedroom
window, touching myself, regularly, while some men and some boysfrom
across the way would watch and jerk off. I supposed they thought I
couldn't see them. But several times a week I would do it and they would
always be there, waiting with their lights turned out, hoping I would
givethem a show. Even now I will walk around the house naked with the
lights on andthedrapes open when I know that some man or boy can see. My
husband reallyenjoys my exhibitionism, and encourages it. So the house
rule, almostnever broken, is that I have to find a way to show myself
naked, "accidentally" perhaps to every male who comes into the house. So
far thishas included relatives, delivery boys, friends of friends and
unsuspecting but appreciative acquaintances. My earliest serious sexual
experiences combined my exhibitionismwithmasturbation. As I said,
roughly, when I was about 18 or 19 I used toexhibit myself at the
bedroom window of my house. In particular there wasa family of brothers
across the back alley who I began by letting them see me partially
undressed with my shades open. Of course at first I couldn'teven tell if
anyone was looking but as time went on I became bolder andwould sit with
my lights out until one of the brothers would appear in aroom where I
could see him or them. Then I would turn on my light andpretend not to
see them as I got down to my underwear and walk around theroom, brush my
hair and so on. As time went on I would leave my room as if to go to the
shower andgoto the room next door and look to see if anyone was
watching. What I discovered was that three or four boys were sitting
together peeking out of the darkened room. After a while I would go back
to my room with only a towel wrapped around me and, after what must have
been weeks of just teasing like that, with my heart pounding with
terror, I finally just letthe towel drop off me. For awhile I would just
dress quickly but sometimes would stand casually brushing my hair,
moving in and out of their angle ofvision, but ultimately making sure
that they could see all they wanted. Things were held at just that level
for awhile but as time went on Ibecamemore bold. I began touching
myself, my breasts and then my cunt, although they were still hidden
away. After some amount of time, I don't remember how long, after I put
my light out I noticed a light shining into my window and saw that one
of the brothers was returning the view --he was standing nearthe window
with the lights on, jerking off for me. I came, right there, instantly.
As that became part of the game I became more explicit, less pretending
that I was only accidentally letting them see me. As luckwouldhave it,
one night my brother was visiting another house on the backstreetand he
saw me putting on my show. He came out their back door and when I saw
him coming I quickly shutout my light and pulled the covers over me. To
my alarm he came directlyto my bedroom. Although I was pretending to be
asleep he said that he sawwhat I was doing and that he would tell our
parents unless I masturbatedright then for him to watch. So I did. And
things went from there --about which more another time. My husband
really gets off on my exposing myself and has founddifferent and
entertaining ways to do it. How it is done depends entirely on who it is
and what we wanted for him/them to see. At the college library the
freshmen got my cunt peeking out from a dress left open in thefront. The
teenager who lives next door occasionally sees me naked through a
window. My younger brother got a dropped towel in the hallway. One thing
that I really would like to do but haven't yet is a game a strippoker in
which I lose and lose quickly, then have to masturbate while everyone
watches and finally get fucked by the winner for everyone to see. Oh
well that's enough for now. Watch for the next installment.