The Window

About a conversation between an Exhibitionist and a Voyeur.

Of course, I had previously enjoyed a ray of sunshine naked in my garden. However, always in such a way that the neighbours cannot see me through the only window that would otherwise offer me complete privacy if it were not there.

It is the window of their bathroom, which apparently never has closed curtains. It is impossible to look in from my level, so I would have to place a ladder against my apple tree if I wanted to peek in on them. I estimated that there are about six to seven metres between the window and my lawn.

I had been invited to the neighbours' for tea when I first moved in to get to know each other. Then I saw that, like in many houses, the toilet was upstairs on the first floor, in the bathroom, with the toilet right under the window.

The neighbour and his wife are friendly people, but we do not seek contact, and apart from a sincere good morning or evening when we meet, we have little in common. Maybe because a man is rarely seen with me and they can't assess my private situation, looking more like a single mom and a son, but I don't care.

Sometimes, I run into the neighbor at the weekly vegetable market in the village. Due to our remote rural location, it is closer than the nearest large supermarket, and I am willing to go there once a week to get fresh organic vegetables. When we meet, the conversations are always short, without real depth, more out of politeness.

Their window did limit a few important hours of sun, directly south facing just above their roof. Limiting, only in the sense of being able to sunbathe naked unseen. If he had seen me sunbathing in that spot before, it was always in a bikini, but in such a way that the position was exactly as if I were displaying myself in front of that window.

That afternoon, I was busy weeding, without clothes, when the sun's rays on my body told me it was an ideal moment to get some extra vitamin D and a tan.

I sat on my garden chair, which I had strategically placed in the sun and covered with a few comfortable cushions. Against my will I had put on a bikini, because you never know, you don't want to shock people! It went against my character, I who loved to walk around naked at home and in my garden and who, in principle, did not care about being seen on a nudist beach or in the sauna, had to cover up now. Where I find it exciting to parade around naked, here I have to act like a conservative woman, in my own garden!

It did not take long before I put my magazine aside and dozed off into a short afternoon nap. When I woke up, my eye fell on the window and there he was.

I have no idea how long the minutes had passed while he was motionless but clearly looking at me. If he was standing up to pee like a man, there must have been gallons of piss flowing down the toilet by now!

Now that I was awake and had noticed him, I wondered if I should wave to say hello. Doing nothing when he knew I had noticed him was even crazier, I thought to myself, so I waved my hand accompanied by a friendly smile on my face. He waved back briefly and disappeared from view. I didn't care, found it funny, and quickly forgot about the incident.

A few days later it happened again: time to take advantage of the nice weather, because England is not always blessed with unlimited days of sunshine. I rummaged through my drawer to pick out a bikini and suddenly found myself with a micro version in my hands. Christian gave it to me as a present because he wanted me to show it off on a public beach in a sunny southern country. I never worn it because we always end up on nudist beaches. I tried on the little thing, which consisted more of strings than anything else. The micro royal blue triangles were just enough to cover my private parts. Two triangles went just right over my nipples and another "untraditional triangle", with the small base down and the point up, just covering my vagina lips. In the back, only a lace went between my buttocks. This was very daring and sexy. I was starting to get horny!

I decided to go for it. I convinced myself that people didn't spend all day in the bathroom and considered the chance of being seen in this provocative bikini nil.

Once on the couch in the sun, I checked the window now and then. No one in sight! Okay, read on. A little later, the window wasn't empty. There was the neighbor. He couldn't help but notice the difference between my previous bikini and this one, and I wondered what he was thinking. I waved again, out of politeness and actually because I didn't want to pretend to be different than before. Then something happened that I hadn't anticipated. I felt myself getting turned on because he was staring at me. It reminded me of a year ago when, after a long build-up of new behavior, I dared to be naked in my garden during a visit from my gardener, actually the first "acquaintance" with whom I dared to be open about my exhibitionist behavior.

Until now, I only played exhibitionist games in places where nobody knew me, mainly abroad or somewhere in a big city like London where I can blend in with the crowd and expose my pussy at well-chosen moments by creating a deliberately, but coincidentally-seeming upskirt situation for randomly chosen voyeurs, which many men are, when they can see something sexy or intimate about a woman. Sometimes briefly, like on the metro escalator, sometimes longer, like on the metro train during the entire ride, when my subtle body language invites one or more men to look between my legs at the place of missing or forgotten panties.

Depending on my mood, I would then pretend I didn't realise they were peeping between my legs, but equally, when I am horny, I can look them straight in the eye, making them feel caught. If I don't have any work-related appointments, I also regularly go out without a bra, preferably in a slightly transparent blouse or with a low-cut neckline. That day, I was not in a short skirt on the train or commando somewhere in the city. I was lying on display in my garden, basically seeking an exhibitionist challenge.

My gardener had changed in the meantime, and I didn't have the same connection with the new one, who now always came in pairs; nothing happened with that. But this staring neighbor, who was still standing at the window after a few minutes, intrigued me. He showed courage. Courage to keep looking, knowing I knew that he noticed me. Normally, you expect someone to immediately pull away from the window if they are caught peeping. Not him.

After a while, I turned face down, to offer my back some sun, knowing full well that he could see my bare ass. When I turned back around, he was standing at his window again! Well, he must have to pee a lot! It was now certain that he did not take offense at the view that I offered him. In the meantime, my exhibitionist bells started ringing, and I discovered an opportunity to feed them with a new experience, close to home.

In the meantime, I was used to being a nudist, not only at home but also on public beaches. But I did not seek to expose myself to acquaintances, although I do find it exciting to be seen.

Until now, I had succeeded in keeping my "double life" separate from everyone I consciously want to keep in the dark. I go to nudist beaches and nudist resorts abroad, have a lover abroad, go to public saunas abroad, and even to a swing club abroad. If I were to give a private performance for the neighbour now, my behavior would, after the gardener, once again be linked to me, my person, my name, my address. So, I wanted to be sure and confident before going any further.

Not long after that, I met him at the market. That day, I felt that he was looking at me differently. I decided to speak to him as usual, and after we had briefly talked about the new neighbours, I gathered the courage to mention what had happened.

"I saw that you had seen me that day when I was sunbathing in my garden," I said shyly.

"Eh, yes indeed, I saw you," the neighbour said.

"I hope that is not a problem because with the nice weather that is predicted, I would like to do that again - sorry that my best spot in my garden facing south is right under your window!" I laughed.

"Oh, no problem," said the neighbour, "You can do what you want in your garden, right?"

"Glad you think so!" I said and walked on to the next stallholder.

The next day, nice weather was announced, and I was there again. I had planned to sunbathe around the same time as the previous time and hoped he would be there. I had long been used to planning my work, which I do mainly from my office at home, so that I could enjoy my garden and pool for an hour in the afternoon. I had thought about it and wanted to show him I didn't mind him looking at me. When I installed the lounger in its usual place within sight of his window, it was still in the shade. If he was in his bathroom and saw the empty lounger, he could assume that if the sun's rays reached that place, I would use it.

And then it happened! I took a place in the sun, wearing my mini bikini again. I was reading my favorite magazine and occasionally looked up from behind my sunglasses to see if there was any movement. And yes, not long after, I saw him at the window. I waved and said hello, not loud enough for him to hear me through the glass of his window. He waved and saw his mouth move as if he was answering, and without knowing lipreading, I could see he said hello back. Then, he disappeared from view.

A little later, he was there again! So I had his attention, because if it was the first time he had to pee, he would have to have drunk a lot of water to go to the toilet again fifteen minutes later. This time, I looked him straight in the eye again but without gestures, just to let him feel that I knew he was there and looked at me. When he stood there for more than one pee, I wanted to seize the moment and put my magazine on the grass. I sat up, and while I continued to look at him, I untied the bow of my top on my back.

When I took the two small pieces of cloth from my breasts and let them fall next to the magazine on the lawn, I gave my neighbor the pleasure of seeing my naked tits. I lay down again on the backrest that was adjusted fairly upwards so we could keep an eye on each other as easily as possible. I smiled at him briefly, and he smiled back. The fact that I had waited for him to take it off must have been a message, I suspected, and his approving smile told me I was right. I wanted to test how long he would stay there and now felt the moment had come to show my backside again. While I kept eye contact for as long as possible, I turned around, only turning my head away at the very last moment.

I let five minutes pass and checked his window, and, wow, he was still there! A moment later, he had disappeared after all. I had had an exciting moment, and when I went back inside and took off my mini panties, I saw that they had changed from royal blue to dark blue. My pussy was wet and I knew that I had found a new way to apply my special exhibitionist hobby.

During another visit to the market, I decided to talk to him again. I had not delved into a search online on how to deal with a voyeur, but I had every intention of not avoiding the subject. Confirmation was what I wanted, and probably some kind of mutual respect as well. I quickly finished my shopping and hadn't seen him yet. I decided to sit down at a table on a small terrace to order a coffee. I had no plan at all, but I couldn't get it out of my head to expose myself to a self-imposed challenge.

Reassurance, certainty, self-confidence, and trust in the neighbour, of course. That's what I was aiming for.

When I saw him pass by, I caught his attention and invited him to have a coffee too.

After an insignificant, short conversation, I plucked up courage:

"Am I wrong, or are you a peeping Tom who likes to watch me?"

"Am I wrong, or do you like to be watched?" he quickly replied.

"Caught!" I admitted with a giggle.

"Well, you're worth being watched", he consoled me.

He told me that he had caught on pretty quickly, that several actions could no longer be coincidence. I had already created a certain expectation pattern for him. That day we had an open conversation that showed we both enjoyed ourselves and that we could easily continue. He was disappointed that he couldn't see my pool but hoped to see more, now that he knows I'm a nudist and I like to steal the show.

"This isn't a problem for you?" I asked him, thinking of his wife and the sometimes long moments he spends in the bathroom.

He reassured me, telling me that he spends a lot of time upstairs since his daughter left the nest. Her bedroom became his hobby room, hence.

"As long as you're willing to consider it our little secret, I'd find it exciting to repeat this a few times", I confessed.

We made arrangements and even exchanged numbers.

"If you're in the mood, and you need eyes on you, just send me a message", he suggested.

'What would happen if your wife noticed me naked, in full view like this?' I wanted to know.

"She's not exactly a nun, but I do think she would comment on it. But don't worry, she doesn't pee standing up," he joked, as if to explain that she has little or no interest in looking into my garden.

The desire to show me naked was stronger than the terror that he would somehow betray me. I invoked the fact that I can indeed do what I want in my garden and found no reason not to walk around naked on my private property. All excuses, I realised, to satisfy those exhibitionist tendencies anyway. So from now on, no more bikinis anywhere, including under his window.

I couldn't wait for the next opportunity, and I told Christian about it, who, of course, threw even more oil on the fire!

"Just make sure your pussy is clean-shaven," he ordered.

'We will see about that, but I'm ready for the next step: from topless to nothing!' I horned him.

Christian had seen the neighbour from afar. Wishing each other a good day with a nod was the only conversation they had. So he knew it was a man with about the same years on the clock as him, maybe even a little older, I estimated. I felt no physical attraction, but the fact that he allowed me to be naughty and play along gave him something sexy.

Some time passed between fantasising, planning, and executing because of persistent rain, but suddenly, the time had come. That day, I paid extra attention to the hairstyle of my pussy. Her winter coat was still abundant, and since there were no immediate plans to visit a nude beach, I decided to keep it that way. A little neat trimming, that's it.

Meanwhile, my pubic, which always tended to come together towards the centre, due to the lack of typical curls, had a length of several centimetres, and I currently wanted to keep it that way. I loved to play with it with my fingers, twist and turn, you know....

As agreed, I sent him a meaningless message a few minutes before I went sunbathing under his window. For the first time, I deliberately laid down stark naked with only one purpose, to serve a voyeur to get buttery horny myself. And he was on time!

For show, I had wrapped a large towel around me. With some alacrity, I let it fall off to lay on the seat. Soon after I laid down, he gave me a thumbs up. I had a magazine handy but didn't get around to reading it immediately. At first, I did it with my legs closed, then later with one knee raised. All the time, he continued watching. I was curious to know what kind of effect it had on him.

"Are you hard?" I dared to text.

"Yes", was his quick and short answer.

"Very good!" I replied simply.

I had all kinds of things in mind, like sending more naughty texts, but thought this was enough for the first time.

I was enjoying the attention, switching positions a few times, when I suddenly saw he was using binoculars! I laughed loudly and added to the fun by playing with my breasts and nipples for his pleasure. Someone who tried so hard to look at me that way had to be rewarded, I thought.

Slowly but surely, I decided to spread my legs wide by putting my feet on both sides of the sunbed on the grass, as I twirled curls in my pubic hair. I wondered if he was jerking himself off but didn't dare to text such a question. Sooner or later, I would find out. I assumed he would and I imagined him pulling on his cock, shooting his seed right into the toilet bowl.

I will never forget the first moment I put my pussy on display for him. Knowing that it aroused him considerably gave me a rush of trembling emotion, and I heard myself sigh through a deeper breathing that triggered goosebumps.

Until a big cloud came to spoil the fun. It cooled off immediately, and I went inside.

"Looking forward to the next time," he texted.

There was no immediate next time, but there was another visit to the market a few weeks later, where we had coffee and caught up together again. Mutual shyness from the early stages had all but disappeared.

We talked briefly about our partners, me about my husband who lives and works abroad - I wisely kept quiet about my extramarital affair - and him about his wife, who no longer worked but was still away a lot during the day for typical women's hobbies, visiting her friends, etc.

"Oh, hence you get to spend a lot of time at the window," I joked.

"Yes, indeed, and then again, I don't think I would fail to peek at you while she is at home."

I wanted to know if he used to be a voyeur before. He had no problem admitting that, only that he never actually had a lot of chances to do so. So, seeing naked women other than his wife 'in real life' was very rare. Only during travels in the past had he enjoyed watching topless ladies on the beach, but mostly, peeping was limited to looking at women in bikinis. I almost felt sorry for him.

"You did surprise me with those binoculars!" I confessed. "I'm not that far off when I'm under your window, am I?"

"True, but I still had the urge to get as close as possible."

Comme as close as possible... that made me think... Why wouldn't I invite him to my house? I trusted him by now. I could create a perfect "Clothed Male - Naked Female" situation. No sex, just being naked and looked at by a male admirer, while I am at my own house, doing random things, like having tea, painting, a swim or doing some gardening, anything...

"Maybe we should approach it differently," I said.

"What do you mean?" he wanted to know.

"How about I invite you for tea... on a hot day?" I asked with a wink.

"That would be great! I would get a chance to see your swimming pool!"

After a few weeks passed by, I realized I didn't need fantastic sunny weather to invite him for tea. On the first occasion, I sent him a message with a time for the next day, which he confirmed quite quickly. Not that it was necessary, but I exchanged a few messages to clarify:

"You can watch. I'm not inviting you for love or sex, okay?"

"Clear! Looking forward to it! Literally"

In the evening, I had an exciting phone conversation with Christian.

"Are you going to fuck him?" he immediately wanted to know.

"No, of course not! He's too old!"

"What? He's about my age!" shouted Christian.

"Yeah, right, and don't you know I prefer them young for fucky fucky darling?"

"Oh yes, how could I forget about that! What are you up to then tomorrow?"

"Just, cosy tea, with no clothes on."

"You're pretty daring!" said Christian.

"Don't complain, you made me like this!"

"Well, not made, I made you discover what you always were, a horny little slut with heavily exhibitionist tendencies!"

"Yes, it's just the way it is then, and you benefit from it!"

In the morning, I had worked well and got more and more excited for what was to come. After my morning shower, I had briefly put on my bathrobe because it was still a bit chilly, and a little later, I was already frolicking naked through the house and looking forward to my special visitor. In between, I had one of those moments where I wondered what I was doing. The intelligent, sophisticated woman, known to the outside world as a serious person, was about to engage in an unusual role-playing game: that of the clothed man with a poodle-naked woman! I realzed I invited for the first time a guy with only one reason: showing of naked for his eyes!

The hours passed slowly. I looked at my watch and saw that it was almost time. Our gardens are adjacent to each other, but the houses are on different sides of the street. Just when I wondered if he would be punctual, the bell rang. I looked into the video monitor and saw him standing with his bicycle. I pressed the button that rolled the automatic gate open.

Since I was naked all the time anyway, I decided not to act and felt no need to cover myself up. The only things I rarely take off are some accessories, such as my earrings, bracelets, rings, and sometimes my belly chain and anklet. The driveway leading to our paved courtyard is completely private, and although it wasn't very warm outside, I walked over to meet him. The sound of my clacking heels on the flat stones echoed as I saw a broadly smiling neighbour drive up.

I saw that he was surprised, that he was not going to see me stripping, already being nude, and that I immediately threw all my assets in his sight. The brief exposure to the fresh weather made my nipples contract and get hard, or was it the excitement that caused it?

A welcome kiss had become normal between us since we met regularly at the market. Only now it was a bit strange, me naked and him dressed, as I felt my boobs with pinning nipples touch his shirt.

"We have about one hour", I said, making sure he understood I did not expect him to stay all afternoon.

He had never been inside our house before, so I quickly gave him a short tour. It was the ideal way, apart from my interior, to put my naked self in the spotlight. I don't know if he took in much of the house since he didn't take his eyes off me. I pretended to be oblivious and walked ahead of him, down the corridor to the various places on the ground floor. I decided to show him the upper floor as well, mainly because I found it exciting to go up the stairs in front of him. He closed in behind me and I estimated that he must have had his nose just about near my ass. It only made me more aroused!

I finally ended up in the veranda, where it was nice and warm because of the sun rays shinning through the glass roof. From there we have a nice view of the garden with the swimming pool.

I thought it was amazing! And he was enjoying it too! He had taken a seat in the armchair while I went to the kitchen to get an assortment of tea. He looked at me from head to toe and did not lose sight of me, as if he assumed that he could only stay for a little while and wanted to take advantage of every minute.

The fact that he knew, I knew he was a voyeur, and I was an exhibitionist, caused him to unashamedly, undisguisedly feast his eyes.

The feeling I experienced was indescribable. Doing something that is taboo for the majority of this world, and unacceptable, especially as a woman, caused a mix of emotions. Lack of shame and guilt, enjoying the self-chosen role as a sex object,...

It produced a special energy and tension that drove my horniness to the top

I stood upright right next to him with a few boxes of tea in my hands. His field of vision was at the same height as my hairy pussy that demanded his full attention. I think he did realise I was teasing him by moving my pussy so close to his face.

I wanted him to be able to smell her horniness, to be aware of how his presence and his stare excited me tremendously. On the nude beach, I had let myself go before, to excite men with seductive poses, postures, and actions. But here inside, in my own home with a clothed man, was a different experience.

The butterflies in my stomach stimulated my excitement. He carefully took a pouch and hung it in his cup, waiting for hot water. I paraded on: from the veranda to the kitchen and back, each time to bring something, water, cookies... I continued to find reasons to get up and to show off.

"Better up close without binoculars?" I asked boldly.

"Yes, of course!"

In the meantime, I had taken a seat opposite him and made sure to sit up straight, my breasts proudly forward.

The neighbour was not exactly a chatterbox. He mainly did what he had been invited to: look!

"Can you stand up again?" he asked suddenly.

It was not difficult to understand why. So I stood up straight and went to stand in the closest open space, with a clear view away from the low table and chairs, and showed off with confidence.

"Turn around, Diane", he commanded in a friendly voice.

I obeyed and slowly turned around my axis.

"Like this?" I asked to hear his approval.

"Nice!" he said.

"Can you strike a few poses for me?"

"Like how? What are you thinking about?"

"Hmmm, do you have higher heels? I was fantasizing this morning about you, on high heels, walking around and then squatting on those imaginary stilettos with your knees spread."

Wow, that was unexpected! My neighbour had just as many wild fantasies as I did. I thought it was no trouble at all and quickly went to get my highest heels.

Never thought I would get so much pleasure and excitement out of this afternoon tea! I gladly gave him a show, squatted down, as if I had to pee in the wild, my cunt spread in such a way that he could easily see my lips glistening with wetness.

I tried to have eye contact at that moment to give him a horny look, but it didn't work. He had only attention and focus on my wet pussy.

"You are loving this, aren't you, little slut!"

"On all fours and sticking your ass up, can you do that for me?"

"Oh, neighbour! You're starting to use naughty language!" I teased him as I willingly complied.

"Your fault!" he said.

"Sorry, neighbour!" I played along.

"I would like to fuck you, but I have never cheated on my wife and I'm not going to start now either," he convinced himself.

"No problem, that was the deal: I show off, you watch, no sex."

"I think my wife will benefit from it tonight!"

"Happy for you!" I said sincerely. "I'll have to wait a bit longer," I confessed.

After offering him a few sexy poses, I stood up again to drink my tea. I found it all very exciting and daring. The situation reminded me of the moment I was naked on a clothes-optional beach, among mainly non-naked people. I wouldn't even want my neighbor to take off his clothes.

I was not interested in seeing him naked or having sex with him. It was the clear erotic tension that arose by exposing myself completely vulnerable, but still consciously enjoying the moment when seeing how lustfully his eyes rolled over my naked body. A small moment made me hesitate when he changed his language. But it remained playful and innocent.

The fact that he got me on my high heels gave it a different dimension. It was more than just showing that naked body, which is the basis of an exhibitionist, right? Oh well, it's not the first time that my behavior or thoughts can't be placed in a certain box or category. As long as everyone enjoys it, everything is fine, and then it is not bad if boundaries are pushed a bit, quite the contrary, I think.

"So you're into high heels?" I asked him.

"Yes!"

"Other kinky stuff"?

"Well, not kinky, I guess, but I love sexy lingerie too."

"Ohh, if only I had known that!" I said while checking the time. "Maybe next time!"

It was just hot to be tripping around there in my high heels, knowing that my neighbour with a boner in his trousers was following me with his eyes. No sex, we had agreed, but the thought of his stiff cock started to get me in a naughtier mood.

"If you want, you can take your cock out of your trousers", I suggested.

"Maybe you want to jerk off", I imagined loudly.

I surprised myself, again, saying this!

"Are you serious?" he asked elatedly.

"Of course, didn't you wank while watching me from your window?"

"Eh, yes."

"Well then, are you shy? Let yourself go!"

A few seconds later, he was standing up to free his hard cock out of his trousers, then pulling while not letting go of me with his eyes. His shiny red glans on top of his nice sized dick, betrayed that he had been producing precum for some time. A man getting hard and wet by me is always a small victory!

I couldn't help but show the best of myself, feeling strong enough to slide closer to him. Masturbating, just at random, is not my thing, but there, at that moment, it was the most logical thing to do. I dropped myself onto the seat under the glass roof, hanging one leg over the railing, the other in the opposite direction, alongside. My fingers were doing their act on my pussy and my clit, my voice unloading sounds of a hot porno movie, my other hand teasing a nipple, while the neighbour was wildly raving with his one hand on his hard cock.

"No sex!" I repeated in my mind.

But the neighbor, who had never been able to experience another woman naked from so close, got my full attention, the attention that I could do more than just steal the show.... with two fingers in and out my pussy, I felt she was soaking wet, craving for a cock but I couldn't, I wouldn't! Anyway, it was wonderfully exciting to have him witness my playing fingers in and around my pussy!

In my imagination, I had my hand on his cock, taking over, and then eventually sucked his dick. Yes, I wish I could have taken the initiative, and no, I had not planned this. He might have guessed my thoughts, but we both behaved and kept ourselves to the deal: no sex!

A little later I saw his hand going faster which indicated he was about to cum. I continued playing with my nipples and pussy, and was thinking what I could do, to get something more out of this situation, without getting in trouble.

Then I decided to give him the choice to cum in my mouth!

From a bit more than a meter away from him, I opened my mouth wide without saying or asking anything. My submissive position, sitting on the seat, lower than him, was a false reflection of what had happened: I was in control.

He didn't think twice and hurried to come close to my face. To avoid I would grab his cock, I had both hands on my breasts and without touching each other, he shot with several quacks a voluminous load of seed into my open mouth.

It had been a while since I was able to taste a guy, and the occasion made sure I could not resist doing so. As he squeezed the last drops from his cock, I closed my eyes and mouth to taste his white goodness.

It was inevitable that I got some flakes on my face, but I gladly took that collateral damage.

I swallowed his mess, quickly took a tissue from the box that stood nearby, and then passed it to him so he could rub his hands dry. I wiped my mouth clean with one move and immediately wanted to reassure him:

"Drinking your juice is not cheating," I tried. "We didn't have sex!"

"I don't care what it was!' the neighbour said, "If I can get more of this, all the better because my wife never did this for me!"

I felt a bit bad, a freeloader who had sinned against her own rules. And yet, I couldn't wait to follow it up, and neither could the neighbour, that was clear! So where is the line?

Yes, we did more than watch and show. But no one complained, no one balked, and no one had regrets. I told the neighbour that our hour was over; I wanted to be sure he was gone before my son came back from school.

At the same time, I knew this would probably have a sequel. It was a bit like a real addiction: exhibitionism is one thing, letting a voyeur get close, another... and I love to let them come close!

When he kissed me goodbye on the cheek, he had, during a brief moment, his warm hand on my ass. I let it happen...

Soon after he left, my imagination started rolling. I thought, who else could I trust in the same way and invite to parade around naked in front of them? However, I came upon no one, no name, no face, which made my neighbour even more unique.

Men hardly ever visit here. Yes, a supplier or postman who has come to the door before to make me sign a receipt or pay for something. Would I dare to open the door for them naked I wondered.... A bit like a pizza dare? Ah no! Not with them, not at my address anyway.

I went upstairs for a nice shower, took my shower head, aimed between my legs and let the hot jets of water finish the job....