My name is Sam. I have always been an irredeemable exhibitionist. The height of sexual eroticism for me is to place myself on display for women.
My exhibitionistic tendencies began in my adolescence, and have evolved over many years, for I am now a man in my late sixties. Despite my age, my lustful tendencies to display myself to females are as fervent as ever.
My fantasy recently was to display myself for the cute neighbor girl next door but only if in some miraculous way or circumstance, it was I that she wanted to see naked. I have always practiced restraint, and my exhibitionism has never been forced upon anyone. There are both moral and legal implications to consider in this regard of course. I therefore have always assumed a subtle, nuanced, approach in which women can choose (or not choose) to enjoy and encourage me in my erotic fantasies. If they so choose I am always only too happy to indulge them.
My recent fantasy involved Sara, an 18-year old sweetheart, the pure essence of the "girl next door." Sara was in the midst of her high school senior year. I have been divorced for many years and live alone. My back yard faces her parents' back yard, which features a swimming pool with an elevated sundeck, which allows one to easily view my back yard and patio.
Sara and two of her friends were on the deck late one morning chattering away, as teenage girls typically do, as I was sunning myself on my patio clad in only my navy blue cotton boxer briefs. As I often do in these circumstances I was rubbing my cock through the briefs while fantasizing about the girls across the way possibly looking at me.
I wasn't directly conscious of it but apparently they were looking at me and my near-nakedness, while simultaneously observing my erotic self-ministrations even though fifty or more feet separated us.
A few minutes later, I opened my eyes, looked up and there the three of them were, standing on their side of the fence obviously to get a closer look at what I was doing. My hand was still inside my briefs, massaging my now fully engorged cock
"Hi, Mr. Sanders!" a smiling Sara chirped from the fence. "Hi Sara! Hi girls!" I replied smiling back, quickly removing my hand from my briefs, but knowing full well the three nubile teenagers had seen me pleasuring myself.
I was thoroughly aroused at the thought of that, and even at my old age I felt my cock surge with that familiar tingle of lust with the erotic thoughts I was having. We chatted for several minutes before, much to my great disappointment, Sara's mom called the girls in for lunch, ending my hopes of the conversation taking a more erotic tone.
That encounter is apparently what precipitated the amazing sequence of events that occurred one afternoon a week or so later. After some exercise on the treadmill, I emerged from my shower, toweled off, and had just put on my boxer briefs and a tee shirt.
Then the front doorbell rang. I peeked around the corner to see who it was and to my great astonishment and pleasure, there through the glass of the open storm door I viewed the object of my exhibitionist dreams—none other than sweet adorable Sara. She stood on the doorstep, fortuitously alone.
She wore sandals, a white cotton tee shirt, and shorts that accentuated her shapely butt, and her pretty, slightly-tanned, legs that were moderately thick the way I like a girl's legs, with nice thighs and curvy, toned calves. Sara looked perfectly gorgeous and exceedingly desirable. My cock experienced a rush and hardened slightly at the sight of her and those legs.
Sara cannot be considered beautiful in the classic All-American girl sense, yet she is very pretty with an appealing wholesomeness and innocence to her, very pleasing to look at, and definitely my idea of the perfect "girl next door." She has medium length light brown hair, a perfect young body that suited my tastes and preferences—slightly chubby with nice hips, a firm, rounded butt and small, perky breasts.
Those breasts now presented me with what clearly were engorged nipples that pressed against the thin fabric of her tee shirt. I absolutely adore small breasts on a young woman and Sara's were perfect. I could only envision my hands cupping those soft mounds of teenage girl flesh, my fingers brushing the hard pointed nipples. I wanted my mouth, lips and tongue painting those little breasts.
I had long wanted Sara to see my cock and perhaps here was the opportunity I had fantasized about. Never once had Sarah been inside my home even though we are neighbors. Could this be the day my dreams are actually fulfilled? Sara was obviously dressed in a manner to suggest that she wanted me to see as much of her as I wanted her to see me.
"Hi Sara! What's up?" I said upon opening the door, smiling and asking her in.
"Hi, Mr. Sanders," Sara replied. She seemed slightly nervous although at the time I had no idea why she would be. "I was just stopping by to tell you my parents are having a cookout and a pool party this weekend and they are inviting all the neighbors in our cul-de-sac. So I am putting out flyers in the neighbors' mailboxes and wanted to deliver yours to you personally."
"That's great, Sara. I'd love to stop by," I said. "That sounds like fun and you can definitely count on me being there. Would you like to visit for a few minutes? I'd enjoy hearing about your college plans for next year and what you are doing when school is out this summer."
"Sure, I'd love to come in and talk to you," Sara responded, almost too quickly it seemed, and with her bright teenaged smile, with what I sensed was with a little more enthusiasm than what might be otherwise expected.
We sat together on the sofa in my roomy, well-lighted living room and engaged in some small talk about her future plans, looking each other in the eyes while talking. Each of us occasionally took glimpses of each other's bodies. I didn't attempt to conceal my admiration for Sara's sculpted legs.
For an old man, I have pretty attractive and well-shaped legs myself and Sarah looked at them as we talked, while also noting that I was wearing snug boxer briefs which could not hide the bit of a bulge from my slightly erect phallus. I mentioned that I enjoyed seeing her and her two girlfriends a few days earlier and how great they all looked, especially her.
"You really think so?" she asked. "I think I weigh too much and my legs are too thick. Becky and Jennifer have much better looking legs than I do."
"Your legs are beautiful; Sara," I responded with a smile, and meaning it. "I think they are perfect. I actually have a thing for thicker legs on a young woman. There's a lot of appeal in that for me, even though most men seem to go for the slender, slim look in women. Not me. You're just right."
