A Small Window in a Big City

This was the first exhibitionistic experience of my life. I was a very inexperienced girl at that time. I was nineteen.

I have tried my very best to convey my emotional journey of the events through this story as accurately as possible.

Please keep in mind while reading this story, that this takes place in a majorly orthodox close-minded country. The family dynamics of a middle-class family are different from that of the western modern society.

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The first time in a long time we've gone for a vacation together. My father ran his own business and between work and travel, he rarely spent any time with us. My mother worked as a college professor and after her promotion a few years back, she's been having much more work than she could handle. At least that's what it seemed to me. My elder brother had just completed his engineering degree and has now recently enrolled himself for a master's degree.

I was very excited to go to this big city. I've been hearing about it since childhood. It was one of the biggest and most advanced cities of the country, and seeing those modern architectural structures was one of the items in my checklist. I had just completed my first year of college and I was having my vacation during that time.

Since my brother was also at home waiting for university to start, we all decided it would be the perfect time to go on a small family trip.

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Our flight landed at around midnight and we made our way to our hotel in a taxi. I was very surprised to see the streets filled with cars and people all around even this late at night. I was excited. I had been to a few big cities within the country before, but I had never seen so many people so active at night. As we entered the main part of the city, I stuck my head to the window of the car to marvel at the high-rise buildings surrounding the landscape. They were huge!

It made me feel small, too small. I felt a certain way looking at those mega structures all around. It made me feel as if no one knew no one.

An hour or so later, we had reached our hotel. It was towering over the road; all clad up in lights and signboards. My brother and my dad carried the luggage while me and my mom followed them up the stairs to the reception. They showed us to our room which was on the tenth floor and gave us the keys.

It was a two-bedroom apartment type room. I remember we couldn't afford two rooms so we had to take a bigger room instead. The room looked fine; not too good not too bad either. Although I was a bit disappointed at the lack of space, one side of the room had a giant window that covered the entire wall. I rushed to open the window, but realized that it wasn't a window at all. It was a glass wall.

All of our attention was now diverted to the glass wall. There were high-rise buildings at a distance and the city looked bright from up there. While we all were looking out the window, marveling at the new city, my mother pointed out that there were no curtains to block the glass wall. I chuckled and explained to her that these were tinted glass, and we will not be visible from the other side. But after repeated objections from her, we had to call the hotel staff to confirm. And, I was right.

It was late and we were tired. After eating something that we had brought, we dozed off for the night.

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The next morning, I was the last to wake up. My parents were getting dressed and calling out for me to wake up. I clumsily sat up, still very tired and sleepy.

We were here for just three days. So, our itinerary was packed. Dad made a bunch of plans to see all these places that I had no intention of going to. I had come here to enjoy the city, and its lifestyle. Not to travel and look at old ancient ruins. So, I softly made my point but was swiftly dismissed. I had to go with them. I said okay and finally got up from bed.

My brother was still in the bathroom, so I had to wait. I sat near the big glass wall, and stared at the little people walking on the road. They all looked like they were walking so fast.

My brother was done, and my parents were screaming at me to hurry up. We had a lot of places to see today. Oh, what a waste I thought.

I hurried to the bathroom, but it was all steamed up. I had to open a window to let the gases through. I took off my shorts, took off my underwear, phone in my hands, I sat down on the toilet.

As soon as I sat down, through the corner of my eye I could see a person standing in the balcony of the neighbouring building. As soon as I looked at him, I felt him move his head away. I quickly shut the window as fast as I could. My heart went racing for a second. I thought he'd seen me take my pants off. He was just about 20 feet away.

I remember feeling a sense of thoughtlessness when I closed the window. The person looked so close to the window; it scared the hell out of me.

I could still see him through the tinted window of the bathroom. He walked a few steps to his left, then to his right, and then took a seat. He didn't look my way again, so it seemed like he probably didn't notice anything. He picked up a newspaper, that was apparently lying on the floor and started reading it.

I quickly got over it, because I don't remember thinking about it anymore that day.

We roamed the city and the outskirts and looked at all places that my father had planned for the day. Nothing noteworthy happened that day in the context of the story.

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The next day, early morning, I was up before my parents had to call out for me. I do not like waiting so I rushed in to the bathroom before my brother could go in. I laughed at him and closed the door.

The events of the previous day were completely out of my mind, until I saw the same person sitting and reading his newspaper.

I sat down on the toilet seat, staring at him through the tinted glass of the closed window. I looked at him as he carefully adjusted his reading glasses and frowned at the newspaper. He looked like my father's age, maybe even older. He was wearing a tight white vest, which had a few holes in them, and loose fitted blue and white stripped boxers. He had on a gold watch and he kept checking it time and again, maybe out of habit, because it didn't seem like he really did anything actively. He was fat and stout and he fully fit in the armchair he was sitting on.

I realized I sat there looking at the man through the glass for quite a while because I heard a knock at the bathroom door. It was my brother calling out for me to hurry up. I shouted 'Yes!' and quickly got up.

I took a short shower.

I remember I had forgotten to turn on the water heater because the water was very cold that morning, and I hated cold showers during that time.

As I was patting myself dry with a towel, I looked over to see if the man was still on the balcony. And yes, he was. He was done reading his newspaper and had his legs up on the sidewall, staring into blank space.

Even though the window was closed, and because of the tinted glass he couldn't see me, but I was stark naked looking at him. I went closer to the window, and stood there, my breasts almost touching the now fogged up glass. I wiped a part of the glass with my towel to clear out the fogginess so that I could get a clearer view of him.

I wasn't attracted to the man, he wasn't a good-looking guy, and had a worse body than even my father. He was old and wrinkly and had a bald head. But staring at the man, just a few feet away from me, while I'm naked, made me feel a certain way. It gave me a sense of excitement.

I had a moment when I thought I'd press my body against the window, but I quickly decided against it, because I thought I might be visible from outside if I did that.

I heard another knock, and I knew I was too long. I dressed myself up and went out of the bathroom.

Again, I did my customary protest to escape the sight-seeing, but I was dismissed. I had to roam the city with my parents again. But this time I was pissed. I wanted to roam the city alone on foot.

Fast forward an hour, and we were on our way to the most famous places of the city.

We reached our hotel back at around 7PM and it was considered late for girls to roam so late at night alone, specially in a big city like this. So, I had to stay inside the hotel room again with my family. My father, as usual, got busy with his work, and my mother was surfing the television network to find something worthy to watch. My brother took out his laptop and was probably gaming, like he always does.

I sat near the glass wall, looking at the big tall buildings surrounding the landscape. I tried focusing on the windows and looking in at the lives of people in those buildings, but they were too far away from me to actually see anything.

The morning events were constantly on my mind throughout the day. The neighbouring building was towards the left of the hotel and it was not visible from our room through the glass wall. So, I went to the bathroom to see if the man was still there.

No, he wasn't. The balcony door was closed and it was dark.

I went back.

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The next morning, I woke up late again. I heard my mother's voice calling out to me as I slowly opened my eyes. I saw my parents were dressed and my brother had just finished showering.

Seeing that, it hit my temper. I said I won't go. I said I'll roam the neighbouring parks and roads all by myself. My father got a bit angry and said they were only going to go to the beach today, but I was adamant. I had no intentions of going to a crowded beach on the last day of our stay. I wanted to experience the city my way. After a few heated words, they finally agreed. My brother also wasn't really keen on going to the beach, but I forced him to leave me alone, so he agreed to go with my parents. They left without me.

I went back to sleep. After about twenty minutes or so, I suddenly got up in a jerk. I thought I had slept for far too long. I was extremely relieved to see only a few minutes have passed.

At that time, I wasn't sure why I panicked. But looking back now, I can clearly see that it was because of that man, that man on the balcony, and the thought that I might have missed him.

I quickly got up, ran straight for the bathroom and checked. He was there! He had the same attire on as the previous morning. The window was closed and I peeped at him as he walked on the large balcony left and right, left and right. I went out, checked if the main doors were properly locked and rushed back in.

I had no idea at that time what I was doing or what I was going to do. All I knew was that the door needed to be locked. That my heart was beating fast and that I was all alone. As a reference I would like to share that by that time, the only remotely sexual thing that I had done in my life was look at my friend while he was bathing. We had gone on a school trip a year back and me and my girl friend climbed up a wall, peeked over the wall and saw the boy bathing. That was the only time I had seen a person naked in real life. All the other times have been through the computer screen.

I stood near the window staring at the man right in front of me. He looked bigger that day, fitter. He was done walking and has now taken his seat.

I went back to the room, and stripped my clothes off to my underwear. I was wearing a baby pink bra and white panties with drawings of flowers on it. I wanted to change to something sultry, but I had no time. I was 5ft tall and I had a small body. I was very fair skinned, much more than the common person in my place, and so I always got some unwanted attention. But I grew to like it. Also, I liked maintaining my body, so I was, what anyone would say, in good shape. I had a C-cup and my breasts were firm. My ass was small but well rounded. It was the favourite part of my body at that time. It complimented my body well.

I stepped into the bathroom, stood near the window, looking straight at the man. He looked comfortable sitting in his chair. I was not. My heart was beating fast, I was sweating and licking my lips because they were getting dry too soon. I leant forward, afraid to go near the window for some reason, and slowly opened the window a little bit. Not enough for me to be visible to him. Then I stepped aside and opened the window completely. He did not notice. He was busy in his newspaper.

There were two windows in the bathroom, one above the other. The bottom window was a long vertical rectangle that stretched from a bit below my shoulders to my knees. The top window was a small rectangle that was shut locked. It couldn't be opened. It started from my shoulder to the top of my head. So, if I stood upright, my torso and my legs would be visible from outside through the bottom window, but my head would be covered by the upper window. This is what I exactly did.

I stood near the window, holding the towel in my hand with my body faced sideways to the window. And my head turned, I stared at the man though the closed top window and wished, prayed for him to look at me. I stood there like a dumb statue; he still didn't notice.

So, I made a few quick movements with the towel to divert his attention and I did. He looked right at me. It shook me a little but I quickly gained my composure and continued doing something with the blue towel. I could see him fixated on me as I turned around to hang the towel. I turned sideways again, him still looking at me, I stood there an acted like doing something on my phone. My fingers scrolling through the phone, while my head turned and looking at him look at me. Of course, he couldn't see me looking at him as my head was covered by the top glass window.

He looked a bit nervous as he carelessly looked away and looked back over and over again. He looked behind his back, maybe to check if any of his family members came to the balcony. He scanned some other windows in our hotel, looking for people who could catch him looking at me.

He adjusted himself in his seat and sat upright, and leaned a bit forward towards me. With his gaze fixated on me, I felt like I had never felt before. I watched him as he moved his eyes up and down my body. I could sense myself getting sweaty and wet at the same time. I unknowing, automatically started moving my body like I would while listening to some soft smooth music. I instantly turned on some music on my phone because I wanted him to see me dance and I knew he would hear the music if I turned it high up enough. So, I did.

Next thing I know, I am dancing faster and moving around to the tunes of the music, making some moves just for the eyes of the voyeur. I would turn around and shake my ass, grope myself through my soft cotton bra, run my fingers across my body. I think I danced for over 10 minutes straight, all the while looking at the man getting excited at my every more.

That was a feeling I still remember to this very day. The sheer excitement and fun, in its truest sense. My heart beating at an astonishing rate all the while.

I stopped dancing and picked up my phone. I again scrolled a bit on the phone while looking at him. He was unapologetically looking at me now. Totally fixated on my body.

I knew I had to do it.

I turned my back towards the window, bent over and slowly pulled my panties down, till they were below my butt, below my knees and finally at my ankles.

I remember every movement so clearly.

I took it in my hands and stood up. Next, it was the turn of my bra. I wasn't looking at the man anymore. I was staring blankly at the wall right in front of me. I undid the hooks of my bra from the back, and I felt my breasts becoming freer. I turned sideways again, and looked at the man before undoing my bra. His eyes were locked in.

I was scared. I was sweating profusely. I acted like I had to scratch my thigh, as I contemplated my next move. I kept staring at the man, I could see his anticipation. I could see he wanted me to drop my bra and free my breasts in front of him. He even nodded.

I did.

I slipped my bra off my shoulders, and in a slow and swift manner, I let my breasts in the open, in all its glory. He licked his lips and adjusted himself in his seat. I picked up my phone and acted to scroll again, as I swung my naked body facing the window and to the side again. I played some music once more, and placed the phone at the counter.

I was now halfway facing the window, enough for him to take a very good look at my small brown nipples. They were hard. They were pointing straight forward. I wanted to grope them hard. I wanted him to grope them hard.

I turned on the shower, and as soon as the water hit my body, I felt amazing. The man's gaze still on me, I started rubbing my body down. I put some soap on my hands, and started applying it on my breasts. Slowly and gently squeezing them for the voyeur. He was loving what he was seeing, and I was enjoying it even more. His gaze on me turned me on in ways I had never imagined.

I turned towards the window completely, fully exposing my naked body. That was the first time he saw my well shaven pussy. I rubbed the soap all across my body from my neck to my things. The foam gave me a more sexual feeling to the actions that I was doing. I squeezed my breasts for him and tugged on my nipples.

I turned around, showing my butt to the man. I kept my head turned. I wanted to see his each and every expression as he thirsted over my young body.

I intentionally dropped the soap and bent over to pick it up. I squeezed my butt and carefully ran my fingers across the crack of my bouncing butt. I turned towards him again. The newspaper was no nowhere to be seen. He was immersed at the show I was providing for him.

I was feeling cold. I was feeling very cold. I was shivering.

I could feel the water wash down the soap when I realized I needed to stop before he starts thinking it was intentional what I was doing. I turned off the shower, and pulled the towel to dry my body. I started patting myself down. I leaned forward to wipe my legs, when I suddenly felt this dread that he might see my face, so I jumped back up. I think my quick movement startled him. He probably thought I caught him looking at me. So, he instantly picked up the newspaper and peeked over it to see if I was looking. I was, but he couldn't see that.

I realized what I had done and gained back my senses and came down from the immense rush that I was feeling. I quickly dried myself and wore my clothes with him watching intently still. Within a minute, I was done and out of the bathroom.

I was amazed, shocked, happy. I was feeling all kind of emotions. I wanted to go back, look at the man again, see what he was up to, but I knew I shouldn't. I had no intentions of getting caught in this strange new city.

I sat near the big glass window, going over the details over and over, till I fell asleep.

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I had no intentions of showing him again, or maybe I did, I am not sure, but I tried finding the man through the bathroom window later that night and the next morning. But he wasn't present. We left very early the next day, and it was probably before his usual time on the balcony.

All throughout the flight back home, there was only one thing on my mind...

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I had never done anything of this calibre ever before. And the thought of dancing and bending over to show him my butt, still tickles me to this day. It was unplanned and instinctive.