Caught Masturbating: I Put On a Show for the Neighbor

Okay so this happened last Tuesday and I am still not over it. It was one of those lazy hot afternoons, I had the day off, I was home alone in my apartment in just an oversized sweater and underwear, and I was sprawled on my couch with my little vibrator because honestly, what else was I going to do. I do this a lot. You know that about me by now. I am kind of obsessed with touching myself.

I was really getting into it, eyes closed, vibrator buzzing against my clit, my other hand squeezing my breast, moaning a little, when I got that prickly feeling like someone was watching me. I opened my eyes and looked toward the window. And there he was.

Ben from the building across the courtyard. I knew his name because we had done the awkward elevator small talk thing. He was standing at his window, completely frozen, staring straight at me with the most shocked face I have ever seen. My curtains were wide open. He could see everything. My brain short circuited. I should have screamed, or covered up, or run. Instead, I did something I never would have done a month ago. I smiled at him. And I kept going.

I locked eyes with him and slowly slid my underwear down my legs and kicked them off. His mouth actually fell open. I spread my legs wider on the couch, giving him the full view, and pressed the vibrator back where it belonged. I moaned louder this time, on purpose, performing for him. I arched my back, I played with my nipples, I made the biggest show of it I could. I am still new at being watched, but something about his shocked hungry face made me so bold and so wet.

He did not look away. Not once. After a minute he held up his phone, like, can I. I shook my head and mouthed, come here. He disappeared from his window so fast. Three minutes later there was a knock on my door and my heart was hammering. I opened it wearing just the sweater, vibrator still in my hand, and he just stared at me like I was a dream.

He said, I am so sorry, I did not mean to, and I put my finger on his lips and said, do not apologize, just come in. He did. I backed toward the couch and he followed, and then he was on me, kissing me hard, his hands all over me. He pushed the sweater up and took my nipple in his mouth while his hand slid between my legs, finding me soaked and swollen from my own show. I gasped and grabbed his hair.

I pushed him back on the couch and climbed on top of him, still feeling so bold, and I rode his fingers while he watched my face. Then I unzipped his jeans and freed his hard cock, and I sank down onto it, taking him deep while we both groaned. I rode him slow and filthy, my sweater riding up, my tits bouncing, feeling like the biggest slut in the best way. He held my hips and told me I was incredible, and I believed him.

We finished together, me crying out his name, him groaning into my neck, and then we just laughed, this giddy disbelieving laugh. He said, I have lived across from you for a year. I said, and you never introduced yourself properly until now. He comes over a lot now. The curtains stay open on purpose.

I am not the shy new girl anymore, or maybe I am, just a bolder version. If you want to watch me touch myself and tell me exactly what to do while you watch, call me. I love an audience now. I will put on a show you will never forget.