My Neighbor Caught Me Masturbating and He Did Not Look Away

Getting caught masturbating by a neighbor sounds like a nightmare until it happens to you and it turns out to be the hottest afternoon of your life. Ask me how I know.

A Lazy Saturday

It was one of those heavy summer Saturdays where the heat makes you lazy and restless at the same time. I was home alone, wearing nothing but an oversized t shirt, sprawled on my couch with my favorite vibrator. My blinds were open because I like the sunlight on my skin, and honestly, it never crossed my mind that anyone could see in.

I was deep in it. Vibrator buzzing hard against my clit, two fingers curled inside my pussy, hips rolling. I was close, that shaky edge where everything goes tight and bright, when something made me open my eyes.

He Was Right There

My neighbor was standing on his balcony across the courtyard, maybe thirty feet away, staring straight at me. Coffee mug frozen halfway to his mouth. Caught. Completely, undeniably caught masturbating by my neighbor.

My face went scarlet. But here is the thing. He did not look away. Not even a little.

So I did not stop either.

I held his eyes and kept going, slower now, deliberate. I let my t shirt ride up so he could see everything. I spread my legs wider on that couch and put on a show, circling my clit, dipping my fingers in and out, moaning just loud enough to carry across the courtyard. His mug finally made it to his mouth, but his eyes never left me.

I came so hard I nearly slid off the couch, back arching, crying out with nobody to hear but him. When I finally caught my breath, he lifted his coffee mug toward me in a little salute and went back inside.

What I Did About It

I could have died of embarrassment. Instead, the next evening, I baked cookies. Yes, really. I knocked on his door in a sundress with nothing under it, held out the plate, and said, "Thanks for not looking away yesterday."

He turned the color of a tomato. "I should apologize," he stammered.

"Do not you dare," I said, smiling sweet and wicked. "I liked it."

We have not exactly talked about it since, but every time our eyes meet across that courtyard now, there is a charge in the air that was not there before. And I have not closed those blinds once.

Has anyone ever caught you in the act? Or caught someone else and could not look away? Call me and tell me everything. I want to hear what you did about it.