An Exhibitionist Emerges

I walked up the steps to 317-D, turned the key and walked into my brand-new apartment. The building had just finished construction the day before and I was finally able to sign the lease. My divorce was finalized four months ago, and I had been staying with friends but now it was all mine.

I had never had my own place before. I had gone straight from graduating high school into the Army. I spent 3 years in various parts of the world but always with at least one roommate. After my discharge from the Army, I stayed with my mom for the better part of a year and that's when I met Brian. We dated for about six months and then decided to get married. We found a nice two-bedroom ranch in the county and that was home for the next eight years. For the most part, it was a good marriage but over the past two years we just drifted apart. I don't know that it was really mine or his fault, we just found ourselves wanting to go our own way and I finally got up the nerve to tell him. We parted on good terms, no kids and no real regrets at least on my part anyways. I was now ready to start the next chapter of my life.

It was the bare essentials for tonight, I wasn't moving any of my stuff in until tomorrow with the help of two of the best friends a girl could ask for. My best friend from high school, Miranda and her husband Mark was like the brother I never had. They let me stay at their place while my divorce finalized, and my apartment was being built. The construction company that I was working for as an office manager was building a brand new ultra-modern apartment complex and I knew that's where I wanted to live.

As I walked in everything smelled new and clean. I had taken a tour of the model and pretty much knew what to expect but this was the first time I had walked in to experience my place. All I had with me was a pillow, sleeping bag, clothes for tomorrow and a few toiletries. It was almost like being back in the Army, but I didn't care. I sat my stuff down in the bedroom and rolled out my bunk for the night. It had been a full day, and I knew tomorrow was going to be busy with moving, so I decided to take a shower and call it a night.

I walked over to close the bedroom door to get undressed and shower when I realized that I had no reason to close the door. No parent, no roommate and no friends; I could get naked anywhere I wanted. I did just that, I took everything off and strolled through my apartment completely naked. The apartment manager said I was only the third person to sign a lease that day so I didn't expect there would be many people around the complex yet. I walked over to the patio door and looked out, my balcony opened up to a central courtyard that was lined with newly planted trees and perfectly green grass that had just been installed the day before.

I opened the patio door, it was almost completely dark, the path lights in the courtyard were on and it was quiet and peaceful. Did I dare step out? I had always had a thing for being naked, when Brian and I first got married and had our house in the country I would occasionally walk outside naked. Sometimes to get a rise out of him and sometimes I just liked doing it. I looked around, no one seemed to be out, so I took a couple more steps. My heart was racing, I was in a brand-new place and here I was venturing out on the balcony without a stitch of clothing. Slowly I made it all the way out to the rail. The warm breeze of the fading summer still felt good blowing across my naked body. It had been many years since I had got this adventurous. After about fifteen minutes I walked back inside and headed for the shower.

The bathroom was beautiful. It was white marble floor tile with black granite counter tops and black stainless fixtures. I couldn't wait to get in and try out the double shower head. I couldn't help but notice the full-length mirror on the back of the bathroom door. That's when a few of the comments that I had heard at work about me started running through my head.

I had been a tomboy since I was a teenager. I got ridiculed some in high school but most of the time I was able to let it go and just be myself. In the Army I was very fit and loved the way I felt but I still occasionally heard the term butch and dyke. I also had a few interested guys and girls, so I mostly ignored the name calling.

At work we had an oddly designed break room that was semi-divided so that a partial wall ran down the center of it with an opening in the middle. I was one of only two women that worked there. I liked the job but most of my coworkers were not that nice. I would eat lunch in the back section of the beak room and the guys would go in and out of the other section not knowing I was back there. I had heard it all; butch, dyke, manly and some even said they thought I had a dick. I was now 32 years old and while I didn't really work out any more, I ate right and was what I would call "thick". I still had some muscle tone, and I had these 38D tits that gravity had started to take its toll on. My nipples definitely were more downward pointing then outward when they were unsupported. Some guys would refer to my "big tits" on occasion, but I definitely heard more about my masculine appearance.

I finished my shower and as I got out, I realized that I forgot something rather important, I didn't have a towel. Luckily, I had found out before the shower that it was still warm out and there was a slight breeze so back to the balcony I went for an air-dry. Between standing outside naked and the water dripping off my nipples I was starting to get a tingle between my legs. I was starting to develop a whole new kind of wetness. My pussy had seen no outside satisfaction in nearly a year, and I was starting to get to the point of desperation. I looked around to make sure no one had ventured into the courtyard, and it seemed to be vacant. I slid one finger then two into the desperate lips between my legs.

It had been many years since I had cum outside but that was about to change. Right in front of what would soon be a full apartment complex, I was naked and fingering myself right out in the open. My clit was swelling as I moved closer and closer to cuming. I felt it building inside me then all of a sudden, I released right there on the balcony. As I was riding out the completion of my first outdoor orgasm, I heard the voice of a couple talking. They rounded the corner of the building just below me. I took off for the patio door. I didn't think they had seen me but wasn't sticking around to find out. My hair was still wet but most of my body had dried, I climbed into my sleeping bag and played out in my mind how I wanted to arrange my apartment until I faded off to sleep.

To be continued...