She stared at the curtains covering the large bay window in her room. For weeks she had been toying with the idea of pulling the curtains open as she walked around and did her chores nude in her fourth floor apartment. This was her typical routine anyways. She had always felt that clothing was over rated. The less encumbered and restricted feeling was a wonderful change: nothing to fit against her body in unflattering ways. But to open those curtains, that would be a challenge. People walked by and drove on the tree lined road all day and most of the night. Her window was the only one not obscured by the reaching tree branches. She had specifically looked to see if that was the case. There would be nothing to hide her.
She swallowed hard, the thought of fulfilling a little bit of her exhibitionist fantasy making her breath come a little faster.
"Just open the curtains. You're still mostly dressed. One step at a time," she thought to herself, giving a little pep talk to her shaking hands as she reached for the cord. Slowly, she opened the curtains, leaning across her bed and window seat to look down into the street as the thick cloth moved out of the way. The fall day had turned into a brisk early evening. The wide ledge where she had often curled up with some pillows and a good book as the sun shown in during the warmer months seemed like another stark obstacle instead of her sanctuary.
"Ok. Stand on the ledge. Wave at people. Try to get their attention. See if anything happens. You're high enough up, they might not even be able to see you."
Hearing herself talk it out seemed ludicrous but helpful at the same time. She jumped up and down in her comfy tank top and shorts, waving enthusiastically at the pedestrians below.
"Hmm. Not even a glance. This is good," she thought, smiling to herself. She had gained a little more confidence. She let her hair down out of the ponytail and shook it out to its soft fullness. Running her fingers through her hair, she pretended she was a model posing for a camera in her reflection, changing stances and twirling around on the window seat to the music she had going in the background. She giggled quietly to herself. No one had noticed her.
Feeling a bit more adventurous, she pulled the tank top off over her head, tossing it behind her. Now she was just in a pair of shorts and her lacy bra.
"Still nothing? Awesome," she thought, glancing down again. No stares or waves or gestures. Her heart was racing. She had gone this far and no one had noticed. Why not continue and truly try out the fantasy? She bit her lip in thought. Swiftly making up her mind, she raced to her closet and snagged the bandit mask from her costume drawer and clambered back over her bed onto the white, pillow-laden ledge before she could lose her nerve. "No need in risking anyone being able to recognize me after this," she thought, slipping the mask over face, tying the black satin behind her head. She peered through the eyeholes, gauging the light. She realized that she had left the brightest lamps on in her apartment, which would completely illuminate her body, as it got darker outside.
"Well, if you turn the lights off, then this would be a completely pointless exercise. There wouldn't be any chance for anyone to see you, you ninny," she chided herself, grinning at her masked reflection.
She leaned up against the clear window, pressing herself to the chill glass. She felt her nipples harden under the thin lacy material that was one of her final layers as she tried to gather her thoughts. She took a deep breath, and still leaning against the glass she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her shorts, careful to not pull her sheer boy short panties down yet, maneuvering them over her hips to drop around her ankles. Stepping out of them with one foot she kicked them across the room with the other. Now she was only in her lingerie and mask. Her chest heaved up and down with excitement, her large soft tits ready to jump out of their thin protection at any moment.