Full disclosure. I'm not a writer, and have no aspirations to be. I just had a once in a lifetime experience and wondered if knowing that others read my account and got off on it, if that would be as hot as my usual exhibitionism. So here it goes . . .
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O.k., I'll admit it. I'm a bit of an attention whore. Men or women, boys or girls, I love to catch anyone checking me out. My nipples tingle and my pussy pulses when I feel eyes on my body. I want to read their thoughts, the dirtier the better.
Of course, the easiest marks are the teenage boys. And the best time of year is summer. I'm home now on break from college. It's been hot, so I've taken every opportunity possible to put on an itty-bitty bikini and head for the lake. As my brother and I have to share a car, I have a ready-made supply of prying eyes.
He's 18, starting college in the fall. He and his friends are enjoying one last summer together before all heading their separate ways. They've been checking me out for years, and I've never tired of their attention. When my curves bring out their bulges. Mmmm, I just love it.
We had a good day. The lake was crowded with a lot of really good-looking girls. The competition was stiff, but I was certainly making my share of stiffies. I let my bro's two friends take turns putting sunscreen on my back. They're always so eager to please. After a few hours of fun, we were all hot and tired and ready to go.
After dropping his friends off, we headed home. I was dying for a cool shower. It had been really hot and the sweat and sunscreen needed to come off. As usual, I left the bathroom door open a crack to let li'l bro get his fix. As I stepped out, I knew immediately he wasn't going to disappoint me. I could see in the mirror he was getting his peek on.
While the cool shower had made me clean, it had done nothing for the heat inside. I was horny as hell, and no boyfriend to help me out. I can't say it was pre-meditated. Although I had welcomed his peeking for years, it really had never occurred to me to take it any further. That day, I just needed more.
"Hey Just," I said, "I know you're dying to get in the shower. Go for it, you don't have to wait for me to get dry." And with that I yanked the door open, standing absolutely stark naked for his popping eyes to take in. Not surprisingly, he was frozen in place. "Hello," I said, snapping my fingers in front of his eyes, "come on, get in there."
He slipped past me, averting his eyes as though too embarrassed to look. He stripped with his back to me, but as he got in the shower I got a quick look at his profile. He was in hard-on city. Hah.
