Being spied on, I learned I was an exhibitionist!

When I was 22 and single, I lived in a teeny little mobile home.  On one side of me was the laundry station, on the other was a trailer with three women in it - a mom in her late 30's to early 40's, and her two daughters (18 and 20).  At that time, being still young and hot, I had made a habit of never wearing clothes when I was home.  I could go the entire day naked, only putting something on if I went to leave the house.  I was even known to just put on a towel if I was only going to check the mail, or run to McDonald's or someplace quick.

One nice weekend day, I decided to do some spring cleaning.  The weather was beautiful, and there was a nice breeze blowing, so I opened all the windows, and pulled back the blinds to let everything air out.  I was nude, just like always, and thoroughly engrossed in my work.  I knew how hard it was to see inside if it's bright sunlight outside, and there are no lights showing inside, so I wasn't worried about being seen. Cleaning took nearly the entire day.  As the afternoon wore on, I finally finished, and went to take a shower.

As I cooked my supper, I never remembered to put the blinds back down.  I guess I was just in my own little mental space. I know I heard the two girls from next door come back from a hard day at the mall, but the sound never registered on me as being unusual. They parked in their normal spot (right outside my living room), and took up their usual spots at their picnic table to have some beers. All this was totally normal. As I cooked, and ate, the sun was getting lower, and the light outside dimmer. By the time I finished washing up the dishes, it was quite dark outside. I was still nude. I never even realized that I had never put the blinds back down.

I sat on my couch, watching some TV. The girls were still sitting at their picnic table, chatting quietly. I heard them, but everything was just so... normal... I had no qualms. My life was peaceful. I clicked through the channels, looking for something worth watching, but nothing drew my interest. I decided to put on some porn. Thinking back, I realize that I must have been fully in view from the moment I got up off the couch, until I lay back down - at the time I wasn't even thinking about it. I did know that my windows were still wide open, so I turned the sound waaaayyy down before I pressed "play".  I'm so cool... right?

I was really getting into the video - I never even though about the fact that I hadn't heard the two girls talking in a while. My cock was getting really hard from the all the onscreen sex.  I decided to take care of it the old fashioned way.  Before I did, though, I decided to go to the bathroom and get some baby oil.  Just to make things easier.  They HAD TO have have seen me in all my glory going to the bathroom, and coming back - my cock was at it's fullest, and really pointing the way.  I coated my cock with oil, and began a leisurely stroking of my stiff dick.  I kept this motion up, in a slow, lazy way, for quite some time until...  I heard something.  A brief rustle.  A snapped twig.  A quietly whispered, "Shhhhhh!"

I froze!  I realized in a sudden panic what had happened.  The girls had gotten a front row seat for my whole show, but when I laid down on the couch, they lost their view.  They were in the process of sneaking up on my living room window.  Either that, or they were already there!  They could see me, in my most intimate act - something nobody has ever seen before!  WHAT THE FUCK COULD I DO?

I realized in that instant that I was born to be an exhibitionist.  My heart was hammering, but not from fear - from excitement!  My hands were trembling, but only from the excess adrenaline flooding my body!  My cock, which should have been shrinking to a nub was even harder and hotter than ever!  Oh, FUCK!  How could I finish?  How could I NOT finish???  Oh, FUCK!!!

My breathing quickened instantly. I remember hoping that they thought my panting was just from the jacking off, and not from the thrill of exposing my very being to their lustful gaze.  I tried to steady my hand as I reached for the oil bottle again.  I slowly drizzled oil across my chest.  I lazily rubbed it in, pausing every so often to pinch my nipples into little hard knots.  I didn't know exactly what to do, so I just went on instinct.  More oil coated each hard thigh.  I wanted to be shiny - I wanted the flickering light from the TV to be reflected on each surface of my body.  I wanted their view to be perfect.  I forced myself to be patient as I resumed touching my burning cock.

My patience was rewarded as I heard a barely audible gasp from outside.  With one hand measuring the length of my hardness, and the other rubbing my chest and pinching my nipples, I was as thoroughly horny as I had ever been in my life.  I couldn't wait any longer - I began stroking my length.  It may have been my imagination, but I swear I heard a zipper come down from outside.  I wasn't even watching the TV anymore.  My eyes were closed, trying to focus on any sounds coming in the window.  I heard breathing, faint, but growing stronger, and quicker.  I wrapped both hands around my cock.

My hips began thrusting up, into the tube my hands had formed.  I knew I couldn't keep this pace up for long.  I wanted to come with all my being - I yearned for it.  Into my mind flashed a vision of the girls outside my window, masturbating furiously.  I hoped they were enjoying the show they were getting as much as I was enjoying giving it.  My legs began to tense.  I heard a soft moaning, and realized it was coming from my lips.  I felt the cum rising in my loins like red-hot lava.  As the first contraction shook me, I felt my whole being convulse.  I felt the cum boiling up the length of my cock, and shooting out.  I felt four or five bursts of cum launch out, splashing me on my chest, and even on my face.  As I continued to pound my hips into the air, the cum continued to shoot.  After some time, the cum stopped shooting, and just boiled out the end, coating the entire length of my cock, and my hands.  I continued to tremble and shake, coming down from the peak.  I lost track of time, lying there for a while.

I never knew if they came with me, if they came before me or after me.   Hell, I never knew if they even came at all. All I know is that some time later, slippery with oil, and drenched in my own cum, I regained use of my legs, and tottered off to take another shower. They never spoke of the incident, nor did I.  I do know that every time we met afterward, they had a new look in their eyes...