(Part I)
I swear, I can almost come just knowing that someone is watching me. And, I have
found plenty of opportunities to let them. Even when I was very young, about 12
or 13, I can remember actually posing in front of my bedroom window, touching
myself, regularly, while some men and some boys from 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 give them a show. Even now I will walk around the
house naked with the lights on and the drapes open when I know that some man or
boy can see. My husband really enjoys my exhibitionism, and encourages it. So
the house rule, almost never 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
this has included relatives, delivery boys, friends of friends and unsuspecting
but appreciative acquaintances. My earliest serious sexual experiences combined
my exhibitionism with masturbation. As I said, roughly, when I was about 13 or
12 I used to exhibit myself at the bedroom window of my house. In particular
there was a 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't
even tell if anyone was looking but as time went on I became bolder and would
sit with my lights out until one of the brothers would appear in a room where I
could see him or them. Then I would turn on my light and pretend not to see them
as I got down to my underwear and walk around the room, brush my hair and so on.
As time went on I would leave my room as if to go to the shower and go to 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 let the 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 of vision, 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 I became more 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
near the 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 luck would have
it, one night my brother was visiting another house on the back street and he
saw me putting on my show. He came out their back door and when I saw him coming
I quickly shut out my light and pulled the covers over me. To my alarm he came
directly to my bedroom. Although I was pretending to be asleep he said that he
saw what I was doing and that he would tell our parents unless I masturbated
right 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
found different 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 the front. The
fifteen year old 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 strip poker 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.
Showoff Part 2
In general, the more forbidden the situation, the more exciting it is for me.
This is why I especially like letting young boys see me. Not too long ago I
stayed overnight at my sister's house. The house is tiny, so to make room for me
she took the younger son, who is about 9, into her room. I took his bed, a twin
bed in a tiny room with my older nephew. This, I thought, was really going to be
fun. When I went to bed (his room is on the third floor) I made sure to make
enough noise to rouse him. Just to be sure I actually turned on the light 'til I
was sure he was awake, although he was pretending to still be asleep. Then I
turned out the light, though the hallway light was still on, and slowly got
completely undressed. When I was naked, I stood next to my bed which was only
about two or three feet from his, and calmly lit a cigarette. Then I stood
looking out of the window at the foot of the bed. After the cigarette was
finished I walked over to the dresser and brushed my hair by the light coming
from the hall. Then, though I know this will be hard to believe, my cunt was
dripping so badly I went back to my bed, lay back sort of half sitting up, and
began to masturbate and did so until I came a couple of times, moaning. All the
while he lay there holding his breath, not moving, his head just slightly
inclined toward me. The whole episode must have taken almost an hour, and he
didn't move the whole time. As soon as I finally stopped and rolled over, he got
up and went to the bathroom, I guess to jerk off. I imagine that his young balls
must have been aching. What I most like about showing myself to very young men
and boys is that they always have to leave the room to go jerk off. Last summer,
I had a 16 year old boy painting in the house. While he was working in the
living room, I got up on a step stool in the stairwell, on the pretext of
examining some woodwork. Of course I was wearing only a tiny men's tee shirt
with no panties. When I stretched my hands up the shirt came almost up to my
waist. He, meanwhile, had a very clear view of my ass and cunt which I suspect
he very much liked since he kept finding reasons to leave what he was doing and
come over to the stairs. That was a particularly good day since later my
brother-in-law came over and I gave him the exact same treatment, which was a
first for him. The upshot of this is that I don't have any trouble finding
anyone to help do work on the house. Here's something that has worked for me and
is even legitimate -- well maybe semi-legitimate. Once or twice a girlfriend of
mine hosted an erotic lingerie party, sort of X-rated Tupperware. One of the
activities is when the demonstrators ask if any of the women want to model the
lingerie for the boyfriends and husbands. Of course almost everybody does
something but most of the women find the most modest possible outfit to model
and essentially just rush downstairs in it, run through the room and rush back
upstairs even though the men are dying for more. What I did was find the least
modest outfit possible, and show it provocatively. It was black lace see through
through panties and the top was only string fringe that fell over my breasts but
did much more to show them off than to hide them. It was more shocking than if I
were just naked, since no one could really object but I was as exposed as
possible. My breasts were just being caressed by the fringe which called
attention to them more than it hid them. The panties were barely there; my cunt
hair was accentuated as the white of my ass and belly stood out beneath the
black lace. The men at first became completely quiet, then realizing that
calling attention to me would make it forbidden they began to cheer me even more
than the others. Even the women loved it and it inspired some of them to be a
bit more bold! One of my very favorite stories was only very recently and
involved my husband and me planning a display. We invited over to our house a
neighborhood boy, who occasionally mows our lawn and who we occasionally help
with schoolwork, on the pretext of playing ping pong with my husband. The kid is
about 15 or so, skinny, blonde hair, and generally crazed with puberty. Tom, my
husband, took him into the basement playroom and began the game. As prearranged
I just stopped in to say hello and that I was going up to take a shower. After a
short while I called down on the intercom to tell Tom that I had left my
cigarettes downstairs and could he please bring them up. He tossed them to the
boy and asked him to take care of it. Of course, how was I to know who was
bringing the cigarettes upstairs? By the time he arrived I was brushing my hair
over my face, the radio playing so I could not hear him coming, my bedroom door
partly ajar so he could see in from the hallway without my seeing him. I was
naked of course, and standing in front of my full length mirror so he could get
a full view of me, front and back. But that's not the best part. As we
anticipated, the surprise was really too much for him; he couldn't really enjoy
the view, being too nervous and afraid to take his time. He immediately coughed
as if he had just come into the hallway and I modestly covered myself as he came
to the door. But, as I said, we suspected just that reaction, so that when he
went back to the ping pong table Tom very soon arranged to throw his back out --
the kid knows he has a bad back, it's why he does our lawn work. Tom feigned
that he was in a lot of pain and had to lie on the recliner in the playroom.
After a couple of minutes, he asked the kid to get a beer from the refrigerator
on the first floor. It was summertime and was pretty hot. When the boy came back
down, Tom said that he was out of action for awhile and asked him to take a beer
up to me and entertain himself at the computer for awhile until Tom's back
recovered enough to continue the game. Well this was a stroke of genius because
the kid now had free run to move about between floors without worry that his
absence would be noticed. Of course, in the short time since his earlier trip up
to the second floor he had had ample time to kick himself for not really taking
advantage of the situation. This time he was determined to be much more
stealthy. As soon as he left the playroom Tom gave me a quick buzz on the
intercom to alert me and I displayed myself even more boldly than before. Now I
stood in front of the mirror, with a cassette playing pretty loudly, and dancing
provocatively. I could just catch enough movement through the doorway to know
that he had arrived and was just standing, hidden away, watching. After a short
while I began to touch my breasts, then my ass, finally my cunt. After several
minutes of touching myself in that fashion, I lay back on the bed, with my head
positioned so there was no danger of seeing into the hallway and began to
masturbate in earnest. I made sure to turn all around to give him a very good
view of my whole body, and slowly began to moan softly, then more loudly. At
last I sighed and lay back, exhausted, and I heard him creep away. The show had
lasted about half an hour. Though I never did get my beer when I came downstairs
a little while later, he had a little damp stain on the front of his pants.
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