It felt like my recent adventure at the library was occupying my every thought. I hadn't been able to share it with my aunt as she was away on business. The whole exciting episode and the prospect of meeting my handsome stranger played on my mind, so much so it seemed like I was in a permanent state of sexual arousal.
At college, I had not only been wearing shorter skirts but also going without panties. However, I hadn't yet the confidence to 'accidentally' flash. Even so, knowing the slightest breeze or bending over carelessly might expose me was exciting enough. Every day I couldn't wait to get home to take care of my 'itch', but as much as I enjoyed masturbating, it wasn't the same alone. I craved to be seen.
It came to mind that I hadn't seen my neighbour around for a while. I knew the family had been away but noticed his bedroom light the previous evening.
That night I had made sure to walk around the house naked, imagining him spying on me as I masturbated, facing the window, legs open. Hoping he was watching from his bedroom, stroking his cock as I pleasured myself. The imagery in my head brought a satisfying orgasm but still left me wanting more.
Perhaps expectations of what might happen next time I met my 'stranger' drove my desires. But as I showered, I wickedly had the idea to invite the neighbour around to watch me masturbate. Not partially clothed like before, but lying back naked, thighs wide, open to him, allowing him to see all of me.
And so, heart racing, I decided to drop a note.
Hi, wondering if you'd like to come over and watch in person instead of from your bedroom. I will be on the back patio tomorrow evening after eight if you are up for some mutual masturbation. I know posting an invite is something different to our usual unplanned fun. Still, same rules, as usual, no touching, say nothing, watch, but I'd very much like to be covered in cum if you want to. x
Knowing he'd be home, I popped the note in an envelope, addressed it from 'your friend xx' and dropped it through his letterbox, knocking then making a quick exit so that he'd come to the door and see the note rather than it found by his parents, (what fun that would have been)
The next day I showered then checked myself in the mirror. I was admiring my perky breasts, flat toned stomach, strong runner's legs leading to a sparse, neatly trimmed triangle of hair.
Resisting the urge to touch myself, I put on some of the lacy underwear, bought on the shopping trip with my aunt, then grabbed a beach towel to spread on the lounger.
Turning the radio on low, I lit candles, illuminating the patio with a warm, soft glow. Then sat back on the lounger and enjoyed the twilight breeze playing across my body.
In a flash of inspiration, I ran to the bedroom to borrow the travel mask my aunt used to sleep on planes, figuring it would be exciting to be blindfolded. I could even imagine it to be my 'stranger' watching. I was right; the tension was exciting, making my heart pound. I found myself jumping at every sound as the mask increased the sense of 'danger' in being outside and anticipation of his arrival.
Eventually, I heard the back gate, then a slight creak of the patio steps as my neighbour approached. I could feel my stomach flip as I listened to his soft intake of breath.
There was a brief moment of panic. What made me do this kind of thing? I didn't talk to the girls at college much, but I was pretty sure they never did something like this.
But then there was my aunt, a strong, successful woman who took what pleasure she wanted from the men around her and the doubts passed.
Still, nerves made my voice waver a little as I said.
'Just stop at the end of the lounger for now.'
There was a soft 'ok' from him, and I took a breath, paused, thought here goes, then sat forward, unclasping my bra, letting it fall to the ground.
There was a soft hiss of breath as I exposed my breasts, my nipples instantly hard in the evening air. I ran a thumb across them, causing a warm tingle between my legs.
Before nerves could get the better of me, I hooked my thumbs in the sides of my panties. Butterflies in my stomach, not giving myself a moment to hesitate, I slowly pulled them down. Raising my legs to pull them over my feet, knowing I'd be exposed 'down there' as I did so.
As I dropped them on the ground next to my bra, there was no doubt he was watching because I heard the sound of a zipper as my underwear fell to the ground.
I could feel my heartbeat go up.