I knew when I moved in to my new unit that there was a chance of something like this happening. It was more than just a feeling. When the unit block was first built, it no doubt provided stunning views across Sydney Harbour. Now however it was well and truly built in – surrounded by other newer unit blocks on seemingly all sides. I looked upon other unit blocks and the residents of these no doubt looked upon my mine or others.
I had been there about six months and since I prefer natural light, I would leave my blinds open during the day unless I was getting dressed or undressed or having a nap. When shuffling around looking for some clothes in my room, out of the corner of my eye, I thought I saw the venetian blind move in one of the windows almost directly across from mine. As I stood upright and stared, I clearly saw the slats of the blind slowly slide back to their closed position. I didn't think much of it again until I saw it occur on a couple of other occasions. I then started to pay more attention and began to realise that whoever occupied that particular unit (which later investigation revealed was unit 3A) spent a lot of time sneakily peering out, particularly on weekends. I didn't know if whoever it was, was peering specifically at me, as I was sure they would be able to clearly see into at least a dozen or so units from that particular window.
Curiosity got the better of me and I found myself wondering whether this mystery person was male or a female. I assumed male in the first instance and this was verified a few weeks after I first noticed there was a spy in my midst when I noticed one day that the blind was up fully and a fairly well built man in his late 20s or early 30s was moving about inside. Seeing whether my spy (as I came to think of him) was spying, became a bit of a ritual.
One day I noticed my spy was in residence but something seemed a bit different. It appeared that a lens of some description was now inserted between the slats of his blind. It could have been a camera of some description, or it could have been a small telescope. You wouldn't necessarily pick this up unless you had been being paying as much attention to things as I had. I wondered if my spy realised I was spying on him.
One Saturday evening I came home a bit before midnight. I had drunk one too many Long Island Iced Teas with my girlfriends and I was feeling both drunk and naughty. I went to the bedroom and flicked the light on. I was almost certain my spy was peeking through the slats of his blind as usual. It was the alcohol that made me do it. Instead of closing the blind and turning the light off, I disrobed then and there. I slipped my LBN (little black number) over my shoulders and stood resplendent by the window in my black bra and hi-cut black panties. I turned around and faced away from the window and bent down ever so slightly to put my dress in the washing basket. Away from the window slightly but no doubt still visible from Unit 3A, I unclasped my bra and let my big boobs bounce free before slipping my panties off. Naked, I walked (stumbled) towards the light and flicked the switch off, went back to the blind and drew it.
I couldn't believe how much I was turned on by giving this little impromptu show. As I lay on my bed which was spinning slightly as a result of too many drinks, I slipped my fingers towards my crotch and went to "work", sliding the tip of my fingers around the side of my little clit and dipping digits deeply into my wet pussy. I normally don't orgasm if I have been drinking, but I was so aroused I had no trouble climaxing quickly. At the height of climax, my pussy walls clenched the two fingers that I jabbed deeply inside and I shuddered uncontrollably. As I came down from my orgasm, I quickly drifted off to sleep. When I woke in the morning I not surprisingly had a throbbing hangover, but I thought about my wanton show of exhibitionism. I was surprised at how aroused it made me, and I didn't feel any regrets. In the afternoon, my hangover forced me back to bed where I again became aroused at the thought of my display the night before and I masturbated to orgasm again.
Over the next month or so I gave a number of little displays in my bedroom, walking around topless, lying on the bed naked. It was so arousing knowing that I was being watched. I wondered if the spy knew that he had been sprung and that I did what I did knowing that he was watching. I didn't exactly do it for his benefit though I did it because it turned me on - call me a selfish little minx. I guess I was an exhibitionist but had never known it. After I had switched off the light each night, without exception I masturbated to orgasm. I started thinking about my spy when I did so, imagining him having a nice sized dick, tugging on it as he spied on me, ejaculating copiously.