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Claire got in her car to go home. She was still buzzing from her shower antics and she was desperate to get home indulge her tingle. As she was driving she couldn’t stop thinking about how good it felt masturbating in front of people. Her exhibitionism had never gone so far before but now that it had she felt she had opened a door, one she had no desire to close. Claire was tempted to stick her hand up her skirt and rub one out whilst she was driving but her courage was still trailing behind her desires.
Claire arrived home and dashed straight to her bedroom. In no time she had slipped off her sandals and sundress. She took a pair of black stockings out of her drawer. Claire loved the feeling of nylon against her skin and often wore stockings for her ‘me time.’ Claire sat on the edge of her bed to put her stockings on. She glanced at her bedroom mirror, at her reflection, and thought again about her public display. She wondered how she looked to the woman who watched her. With her stockings donned, Claire stood in front of the mirror and examined herself. Claire wasn’t vain or arrogant but she knew she was hot. She looked over her toned body. Her pink nipples were rock hard, poking out from her petite boobs. She loved her bush, the blonde hair, only a shade darker than on her head, was, she thought, her iest feature. She gave her bush a stroke.
Claire had a moment of clarity and remembered her bedroom had a window. Her neighbour’s bedroom over looked her own but it wasn’t usually a problem. Even if Claire was masturbating during the day, with her curtains open, her bed wasn’t visible from her neighbour’s house. Claire had already, subconsciously, decided she was going to, for the first time, watch herself in the mirror. Claire moved to close her curtains then stopped. She wanted them open, she wanted to be seen. Claire had doubts, nervousness, but she had opened that door.
Claire felt the tingle take control of her as she started to explore her body. What was exciting Claire the most is that her neighbours weren’t strangers, she was actually friends with them. They were a married couple in their midfifties, Tom and April. Although Claire had never done anything ual in view of her window before she was often nude around her bedroom. She had no idea whether or not either Tom or April had seen her naked but, the fact that it was possible excited her. Now here she was, groping her breasts, in full view of her friends. She had no idea whether on not either of them would see her but, the idea that it was possible excited her.
Claire focused on herself in the mirror. She had one hand on her breast, teasing her nipple, while her other hand moved lower. She spent a moment playing with her pubes before sliding her fingers between her thighs. She rubbed her clit while remembering her time in the gym shower, wondering how she looked in that moment. Her fingers brought a moan from her which she didn’t try to suppress. She didn’t need to be subtle now. The thrill of watching herself pleasure herself was new to Claire and instantly she wondered why she had never done it before. Her eyes darted between her hairy cunt and making eye contact with herself. Claire’s tingle was running wild. The hand on her boob moved on to her nylon clad thigh as the hand on her pussy slipped a finger inside. Just then, out of the corner of her eye, Claire saw movement from her neighbour’s window.
Claire realised, she was being watched. She couldn’t tell who it was, Tom or April, but there was definitely someone there. Claire’s pleasure rocketed. She slipped a second finger into her slit while her thumb rubbed her button. Her hand massaged her thigh, rubbing the nylon against her skin. Claire’s mouth was open as she watched herself, her focus was now only on her own face. Claire was desperate to look out her window, to confirm her voyeur, but she didn’t want to break the illusion of innocence. The tingle made her look.
Claire looked out of her window. She made direct eye contact with Tom. He was stood at his window, pants down, jacking his dick. As Claire looked at him he shamelessly smiled and carried on. Claire knew they both knew and shamelessly carried on. She returned her attention to the mirror, she wanted to watch her orgasm as much as Tom clearly did. Claire was near her peak and the confirmation of an audience was the finish she needed.
Claire’s vagina clenched around her fingers as orgasm rocked her body while see watched herself in her mirror. She, for the first time, saw her own cum face. She had to fight to keep her eyes open but it was worth it to see her open mouthed smile of ecstasy while her body trembled. Tom’s voyeurism adding to the joy of her moment.
Claire took a moment to catch her breath. She, reluctantly, withdrew her fingers from herself. With her sense returning to her, Claire has doubts about what she had done. She couldn’t exactly play dumb about it with Tom, she looked right at him. The intensity of her pleasure was impossible to ignore, though. “It’s happened. I’ll deal with it.” She thought to herself. Claire looked out of her window, Tom was still there. He was breathing deeply with his, now soft, dick in hand. Clearly he had cum at some point too. Claire gave him a friendly smile and a nonchalant shrug then headed for her bathroom.
Claire sat on her toilet, peeing. A little clarity returned to her and she felt uneasy about what she had just done. Had she just ruined her friendship with Tom? Would Tom tell April what she had done? Would Tom tell April what he had done? As Claire thought about the ramifications of her actions her hand drifted to her leg and she felt the nylon of her stocking. Claire just smiled to herself.
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