My name is Jackie, I'm in my late thirties and for a woman I'm rather tall, just under 6 feet. I am blessed with shoulder length golden blond hair that is streaked with natural highlights from the sun. But then again, I'm a sports coach at a local school and I'm outdoors in the sun most of the day with the result that I always have a bronze tanned skin, summer and winter. Being a sports coach I'm fit, with a flat stomach, even after two children, and have rather smallish buttocks -- very unlike the latest fashion that the J-Lo posterior brigade dictates. Being a natural athlete I have long shapely legs with a good muscle tone. To me my breasts are one of my better assets, full round and on the perky side with very responsive nipples, often to my embarrassment. The slightest brush against the 'ladies' sends shivers down my spine and my nipples react immediately, therefore I usually wear a padded 36C bra to dampen the accidental touches and to hide my responsive nipples from public view. Contrary to what men believe, women are mostly shy and embarrassed when their nipples become erect and women usually want to hide it away from scrutiny. Perhaps I just have a very sensitive skin as I also break out in goosebumps easily. A slight wind blowing over my skin or a change in temperature and my legs are covered in goosebumps. Trying to hide my frequent goosebumps I'm clean shaven, all over - from my toes to my finger tips. I just love the velvety feel of my shaven soft tanned skin.
Coaching is hard physical work and working with kids can be exhausting. One also needs to relax after a hard day's work. There are few things more relaxing to me than laying on my bed after a hot bath and rub a lotion into my skin to get the blood circulation going and ooze away all the stress. Rubbing lotion into my body, from my feet, up my legs, my buttocks, stomach, breasts and arms forms part of my relaxation routine. Laying naked back on the bed, willing my muscles to relax while listening to music softly filling the room is my idea of getting rid of the day's stress and tribulations. And quite often I doze off for a few minutes.
That is where the recounting of my experience actually starts.
To place the experience in perspective it is necessary to take one step back into my private life. I'm a mature woman that has born two children. Even after fourteen years of marriage I still enjoy sex with my husband. I'm also proud of my body and the fact that I'm in reasonable good shape. I also know that I can turn heads when in public with my blond hair and long legs ... and I suppose my perky breasts also. But I always dress modestly and have high moral values. I do not need to dress scantily to attract attention, or to feel good about myself. Actually, perhaps because of my length, blond hair, long legs, perky breasts and personality I have always attracted attention and got used to it over the years. I also learned how to deal with unwanted attention as some men think it is 'manly' to make lewd remarks or being very forward with their attention and double meaning words and sayings. Gents. let me tell you that it is not cool at all. We, as women, sometime laugh with you out of courtesy but inside we think you're a pig. A woman appreciates courtesy, manners and when you gallantly compliment her and allow her to feel feminine and not like a cheap tart. Gents, take the tip!
Although I consider myself adventurous in bed I never had the inclination, or desire, to sleep with someone else than my husband. Yes, we have our fantasies and are quite naughty when we are alone or on holiday without the kids. Once we even took nude photographs of me on a lonely beach and got turned on so much that we couldn't wait to get back to the hotel and had beautiful and exquisite sex right there on the beach. For weeks afterwards we recounted the episode and each time virtually ripped each other's clothes off. The thought of the daringness thereof, the exhibitionist side of it and the naughtiness of the public sex should someone came along really turned us on.
In my opinion we are just a normal healthy couple, in love with each other, with a normal sex drive with high moral values.
But something happened a few weeks ago that now have me flustered and wondering about my values.
One Friday afternoon, after a rather difficult and hard week coaching at the school I took a relaxing hot bath and soaked in the water for some time. After drying myself I stretched out naked on the bed and I dozed off. Our bed is facing a large window that allows a lot of warm sunshine into the bedroom. I awoke to birds singing and felt so relaxed and just laid there looking out of the window that partially overlooks the back of our neighbour's house. On that side of their house they have a guest bedroom that looks directly into ours, but as it is never used we never thought much of it and seldom drew the curtains.
Laying there naked, spread eagled, my legs facing the window I think I saw movement in their guest bedroom, but was not sure as their room is in the shadows and with the vertical blinds partially closed it was difficult to see into the room. I did not pay much attention to the movement and soon forgot it as my Pomeranian dog entered the room and jumped onto the bed. We started playing on the bed and I rolled around, sometime with my bum in the air as we played. After receiving a scratch on my leg I stopped playing with my dog and had to push him off the bed. The scratch was burning and I got up and went to fetched skin lotion from the bathroom to rub onto my legs and the scratch. Walking back into the bedroom I thought again that I saw movement in the neighbour's bedroom. Sitting down on the corner of the bed I pulled my one leg up and started rubbing lotion onto it. Looking past my knee I was sure that I saw a human form standing in the deep shadows of the neighbour's room. It is then that I realized that if someone was indeed standing there he would have a perfect and unobtrusive view into our bedroom that was bathed in sunlight, especially me sitting there, not very lady like with one leg drawn up and my shaven vagina on full display, if someone was indeed watching from the bedroom.
As if nothing happened, and not wanting to warn the peeping tom that I'm aware that he was watching, I casually got up and walked into the bathroom and out of sight. Grabbing my bathrobe I dressed quickly before walking back into the bedroom, trying to see if indeed there was somebody in the neighbour's guest room. I did not see anyone, or anything suspicious, and walked into my closet to get dressed before going downstairs to prepare dinner.
