Julia was lost in thought as she continued to look at herself in the mirror. She was finding it hard to believe that she had such a strong, yet hidden desire, perhaps a fetish even. She was, is, a conservative girl. A good girl. But not now. Now she was being a bad girl.
She was losing control of her thoughts right now. It seemed as though her mind was rushing, yet empty at the same time. How could this be? But even as she thought this question to herself, she thought that perhaps she did know. That she had had these thoughts before, but just on a different level. Not such a hyper sexual manner. Titillating, but just on a minor way. And most likely, she had shut down the thought pattern as soon as it came up. That was then, this is now.
Without realizing it, she found her body moving against the counter top in the bathroom. Still looking at herself in the mirror with her hands steadying her on the counter. She closed her eyes and an image appeared. This was not a conscious thought, this was coming from somewhere else. She saw in her minds eye, a man standing at his window and looking out towards her window. His face was not in view to her imagination, but she knew he was looking at her from before. From her exhibition.
Then, she saw that his member was out. And it was hard. And that he was rubbing it. She leaned harder in to the counter to the thought. She pushed up on her toes so that her clit was grinding in to the counter top. Still with her eyes shut, she imagined the man watching her move about her bedroom, nude. She imagined that he was completely enthralled with her and that he couldn't help but to masturbate himself.
She leaned harder in to the counter and moved up and down. She imagined that she was moving her pussy against the counter in the same pace that her voyeur was stroking his cock. She wanted to think that he wanted her badly. So much so that he had the strong desire to put his cock inside her. She was wanted and needed, sexually.
The pace of her rubbing against the counter increased as she thought of the man speeding his stroking in anticipation of an orgasm. She felt a tingling in her toes as she thought about his cock head growing and turning purple as it started to spurt out cum. She moaned softly aloud as she thought about the cum running down over the man's cock stroking hand. Her legs quivered with her orgasm. It was a quick cum, she realized that. She realized that she had been so turned on by the event, that her sexual desire at this moment in time could only be satisfied by one thing, by rubbing herself. She couldn't recall the last time that she had had orgasms that close together before.
All of this made her want to expose herself again. This troubled her. It scared her to think that she was considering doing that again. Such risky behavior. Such naughty behavior. Inviting others to look at her. If caught by the wrong person, she could even be labeled as a naughty girl in her own living community. How could this even be in her mind, her way of thinking?
She backed away from the counter and tried, once again, to collect her thoughts in a normal, non-sexual manner. She still had things to get done this day. After all, she wanted to try to be as good as possible; normal.
It was too late to make it to yoga class, so she decided to go to the gym in her building. She would workout and then still have time to study after. She put her show in the back of her mind and all but had let go of the idea that someone had actually seen her nude. Most likely not. It was just a fantasy. Now back to reality.
She took the stairs to the gym and used her fob key to go in. There was no one inside when she went it. "That's good," she thought. She didn't like working out where others could see her, she felt it a little embarrassing, but she needed to get this done.
The exterior walls of the gym were open windows and anyone could see in. There was a separate yoga room in the gym. The walls of this smaller room were glass, but it did give some restricted view from the outside of the gym, but anyone in the gym could see in clearly.
She spread out a yoga mat and started to do as much as she could remember. Downward dog and what ever else. She couldn't remember the names, but she remembered the positions. She was getting close to the end of what she could remember and she crouched down to stretch out her back. She was on her knees and completely bent at the waste, head almost to the floor and reaching her arms over her head. In this position her ass was completely exposed to the space behind her. Even her crotch was exposed. Not fully, she still had her yoga pants on. She had seen it with other girls at the class. In this position the fabric of the yoga pants were stretched to their maximum and skin could usually be seen underneath. Most of the times if the girl was wearing a thong or panties, those could be seen through the stretched clothing. It was like being exposed without being exposed.
Julia thought of this and wondered if any guys had seen her in this position and seen her quasi bare ass. She imagined then that there was someone behind her at that moment. A guy watching her crouch down and expose her ass and crotch. She thought of a man, perhaps her imagined man, staring straight at the tight fabric around her ass and clenching her thongs around her pussy, making her mound more prominent.
She slowly raised herself up so that she was on her hands and knees. Still thinking of being watched, she arched her back and extended her head upward. She at least wanted to make it look as though she was still working out while she carried these naughty girl thoughts.
