This is a story about how I used to look for opportunities to expose myself to women and make it look accidental. 

I am male. Today I am 60 years old but when I did this particular exposure, I was about 25. I am 6’2” tall and weigh about 185 lbs. I’ve always been athletic; even today I continue to take care of myself.

I was living in a small town, renting a two-bedroom bungalow in an older part of town. The homes had the old-style mailboxes that were right next to the front door. My place also had a screen door, so when the weather was warm, I always left the door open with the screen door closed. When you stood on the porch at the screen door, you had a really good view of the living room and kitchen. There was a counter that separated the two and that was where my phone was located.

I worked nights most of the time, so I was usually home when the mail arrived. I noticed that my regular mail delivery person was female. She was about 40 or so years old and very attractive. I noticed she had great legs, probably from all the walking she did on her job. She would park her mail truck on the street, then walk the route delivering to the neighborhood on foot, then move on to the next location. I didn’t know her well but said hello when I saw her, and she seemed nice and friendly.

This was the 1980s and I wanted a way to see her reaction without it being obvious. A friend and coworker of mine was into electronics and owned a Panasonic VCR camcorder. This was the type that you used a VCR tape in the camera. You could also connect the camera to a TV and watch it there or use a VCR. He let me borrow it and I used it enough to be familiar with its features.

Although the camera was large by today’s standards, I found a place in my living room to set it up with a view of the front door. I camouflaged it the best I could, so it wasn’t noticeable, especially for the short time this was going to take.

On the day I decided to pull my stunt, I waited until I saw her pull up in her mail truck because I wanted to make sure it was her and not a relief driver. When I saw it was her, I knew by experience she would be at my front door in about 10 minutes. I stripped naked and got into the shower, getting myself very wet. I grabbed a towel and went out into the living room. I turned on the camera, making sure it was recording. Out the kitchen window, I saw her walking toward the front of the house.

When I thought she was about 30 seconds away, I picked up the phone and pretended to be having a conversation. I talked loud on purpose, hopefully to entice her to look into my living room. I heard her walk up to the front door, but pretended to be engrossed in my phone call. There was a pause when I heard nothing.  I initially had my back to the front door so she could get a good look at my muscular butt.  I then turned slightly sideways, still not looking at the front door, so she could get a good look at my cock. I continued to towel myself off while talking on the phone. This went on for a couple of minutes, at the most. I heard her walk away, so I put the phone down and looked out the window, seeing her head to the next customer.

I connected the camcorder to my TV and played the tape. Her reaction was priceless. She walked up, about to put the mail in the box, then froze. Standing there quietly, she watched me standing there nude, talking on the phone. The expression on her face was a big grin. When she put the mail in the box before leaving, I saw she was very careful not to make any noise.  The lid usually made a loud "clank” sound when it closed but she was careful not to make any noise, so as not to alert me.

It seemed I had pulled it off. The whole thing was pretty arousing, especially when I saw her reaction was positive. I think the best part was afterward. I would try to be outside, either doing yard work or washing my car when she arrived, so I could engage her in a brief conversation. I always wore shorts and a tank top or an old torn T-shirt. Whenever she would see me, she would smile and grin and we would sometimes chat for a minute or two. I knew that she was picturing me naked and that was what generated the grin. Knowing that was kind of a turn on for me, but I had to act casual, as if I didn’t know what was going on. Fortunately, I’ve always been good at playing dumb.

I tried to think of a way for her to see me naked and masturbating, but felt that might be going too far. I would have gladly put on any kind of show she wanted but didn’t want her to be insulted or make her upset. I stayed in that house for another 18 months or so before moving. I was sorry to not see her anymore after that. I hope she told the story of her naked customer to all of her friends. Too bad this was before cell phone cameras; she might have been able to get a few pics of me naked.