A Willing Audience

As the orgasm slowly drained away, she still felt a tiny wave of guilt combined with excitement flow through her. There was no denying the orgasms she could achieve by herself were far better than any her husband could provide and she knew most of her female friends had toys they used regularly to release the every day tensions of being a wife and mother.

The biggest difference as far as she was concerned was knowing that the gentleman who lived opposite her was privvy to her sessions of self love.

It was her friend, Julie who had first broached the subject about masturbating to relieve stress and although initially reluctant she soon became adept at bringing herself off when the need arose.

The first time she felt the need to try she felt very self-conscious even going as far as locking her bedroom door, though her son was at school for several more hours and her husband was away on a business trip. It felt alien to her as a woman in her mid-thirties, to be naked on her bed in the middle of the day trying to orgasm and although she did achieve her goal it was nothing spectacular. She actually felt dirty for doing it.

With every relief session she became more relaxed and eventually began to crave her alone time more and more. It became more interesting when she began to use things from around the house as a replacement cock, the vegetable aisle in the local supermarket becoming a favourite shopping haunt. She wondered if the cashier had any idea why she was constantly buying fruit and vegetables?

This experimentation lead onto household items not normally associated with self enjoyment of a sexual nature. Pretty much anything phallic like had been tried, some discarded and others kept for special occasions.

She had spoken to Julie in detail about her solo stress release and was surprised to hear her friend had only ever used her fingers around her clitoral area to achieve orgasm stating she didn't like being penetrated very much.

Did this mean Julie's husband was large in the trouser snake department? She decided against asking.

One sunny morning the now expected tingle in her groin signalled her need to pleasure herself and armed with a medium sized cucmber she headed to her bedroom. As she approached her bedroom window to lower the blinds she noticed the older gent across the way was cleaning the inside of his bedroom window. He spotted her and waved and she returned the gesture. Instantly she wondered how much he could see into her house from his slightly elevated position. She knew there was no possible way he could see her bed, the angle of her room such that it was hidden from his view, but she guessed he could see her from about mid-body up over. A strange glow began to fill her lower abdomen at the thought of him watching her and it felt incredible. By the time she had reached her bed and removed her shorts she was dripping wet. The cucumber felt no resistance as she devoured it's length, her other hand vigourously rubbing her clit. The orgasm was intense and quick and she actually let out a small yelp as her back arched and her juices flowed freely onto her duvet. She had never considered herself to have any exhibitionist tendancies, but at that exact moment she would have happily let her whole neighbourhood in to watch.

Several weeks passed without any sign of her neighbour and although she still managed to add to her list of objects inserted into her willing hole, the orgasms never quite reached the one she achieved that fateful day when she was obsessed by the thought of him watching.

It was late one evening, her son long since put to bed, her husband busy in his study when she decided to have a relaxing bath. As the water filled her tub she went into her bedroom to get undressed. She caught sight of herself in the long mirror attached to her wardrobe door in only her white cotton panties and was pleasantly surprised she still looked pretty good for her age. She had always been proud of her breasts, not too big but more than a handful, and the fact they had kept their shape after the birth of her son made her happy. Her tummy was a little larger than it used to be but certainly not fat and her legs had remained muscular and toned because she loved to hike.

For some reason as she stepped forward closer to the mirror it felt like she was being watched. Stealing a quick glance to her left she could just make out the silhouette of her neighbour in his room, realising he could clearly see her topless body sideways on. Her first instinct was to quickly retreat out of view but the urge to turn towards him was unbearable. The surge of energy through her body was incredible as she gave him an unrestricted view. Slowly she stepped forward and closed the drapes, her moistness almost overbearing. What the hell was she doing? She had no answer but she also knew it had unlocked something primal in her that she wanted to feel more often.

The following morning, once her husband had left for work and her son had been dropped at school, she headed to the local store intent on buying something new to play with. As she pulled into the parking lot she was pleased to see her neighbour walking back to his car and slightly shocked by the tingle she felt in her panties.

"Good morning, my dear" he said smiling as he saw her getting out of her vehicle. "Beautiful sunny day, today" he added.

She smiled her sweetest smile "Good morning to you too" she said taking a step towards him. "How busy is it in there?" she asked motioning towards the store.

He opened the rear door to his car and placed two large shopping bags on the back seat "It's pretty quiet to be honest" he stated "I prefer this time of day for shopping. Less people and it means I have the rest of the day to watch whatever I want" The smile that accompanied this statement was full of mischief and she guessed he was hinting at the possibility of seeing more of her body.

"Yes, I prefer this time of day too because then I get to go home, do my chores then chill out however I decide." she moved forward slightly "Today might be a good day for a sunbathe"

"That sounds like a very pleasurable way to spend your day" her neighbour smiled. "I might have to keep an eye out for you"

"Oh, please do" she replied lightly touching his arm. "I'm sure you'll see something you enjoy"

His smile widened "I already have" With that he closed the rear door of his car and climbed into the drivers seat. "I hope to see you soon"

As she watched his car leave the lot she had an overwhelming urge for release and she was shocked to find herself rushing to the public restroom. The small lock on the stall door had barely slid into place as her fingers found her willing wetness, her rock hard bud proyruding clear of her hood. Within less than a minute an orgasm sped through her body, her face reddened by the excitement. It took her a few moments to regain her composure before she could enter the store and complete her daily shopping requirements.

The journey home was full of conflicting emotions. A large part of her wanted to show her body to her neighbour. A slightly smaller part felt guilt to be even thinking that way. Her husband would be mortified if he knew how much she craved the attention of the old man from across the road. She knew she would never cheat on her husband in the physical sense but she also knew she needed to show her body to her willing viewer.

When she entered her bedroom she was still unsure what to do but when she looked at her neighbours window and saw him stood there, feigning washing his window, her mind was made up. She waved cheerfully to ensure he was in fact looking at her. When he waved back she knew it was the perfect time to go a step further. Without hesitation she removed the green T-shirt she was wearing and threw it onto her bed. The white bra she wore was next to be discarded, her hard nipples almost uncomfortable as she brushed them between her fingers. It amused her to see her voyeur adjust the front of his trousers, guessing his erection was imminent, as she unbuttoned the waist band of her jeans. There was no way of knowing how much of her he could see but she hoped it was enough as she slipped her white panties down. Her neatly trimmed pubic area was on show and she hoped the sight of him putting his hand into his trousers meant he could see her private area.

It was weird but she had no interest in seeing his cock. It was purely her knowing he was watching that was all she craved. The fingers of her right hand began to explore her wetness, her swollen pussy lips glistening with her juices. As she frantically began to poke and penetrate herself waves of enjoyment flowed through her body, her left hand pulling on her tender nipples as she reached a massive climax, her scream of ecstacy loud and primitive. With trembling legs she looked up at her neighbours house and saw him staring intently at her. He smiled lustfully and began to applaud thanking her for such an amazing show.

The guilt she felt was strong, the pleasure she had achieved was unbelievable and she looked forward to what other escapades they could enjoy together.