We come into this world naked, but somehow society convinces us that we should be ashamed to be naked and have our sexual desires. Joe never gave in to social norms; he loved being naked, and his sexual needs were always in overdrive. In his early 20s, he discovered that being watched exhilarated him. Over the years, Joe had managed to fulfill his desire to be watched in many ways, from dancing in an all-male revue to simply standing outside naked.

Now in his late forties, Joe could no longer dance to the screams of alcohol-fueled women to get his pleasure. He now settled on just standing outside naked or arranging to masturbate for women in public. Joe’s greatest enjoyment came from his morning coffee routine. A few years earlier, Joe bought a house in an upper-middle-class neighborhood, it was your typical suburb. Joe enjoys the neighborhood, especially the group of mothers and a few fathers who walk together every morning at the same time he enjoys his morning coffee on his balcony.

It started as an accident; Joe, oblivious to his surroundings, grabbed a cup of black coffee and stood out on his deck. Not thinking about societal norms, Joe forgot to put on clothes before stepping outside. As the group rounded the corner by his house, he leaned on the rail, smiled, and waved. He could not figure out why some stared, some turned red, and some did a double-take. Then it hit him: he was standing there with nothing except what God blessed him with. Joe felt a surge of energy radiate through him, causing his cock to stiffen and throb. He heard gasps and giggles from the group as they passed.

Joe reveled in the situation and decided tomorrow he would push it a bit further. Joe was still in great shape for his age, not the body he had at 20 when he strutted on the stage, but still very fit and toned from an active lifestyle.

Joe rose early and made his preparations to greet the walking group. He made sure he positioned himself just right so from the street they could get a good look at his thick throbbing cock between the splits in the railing. Joe stroked his cock in anticipation of their arrival. His cock stood at half-mast as he heard the group.

The gaggle of moms and dads turned the corner; much to his surprise, the group had grown a bit. He could feel the excitement shoot through his body as the group of walkers passed more slowly today than the day before.

Joe said, “Isn’t it lovely weather we are having?"

A few walkers nodded, but one of the ladies stopped.

She said, “It’s a bit brisk, but from where I stand, it doesn’t seem to be affecting you.”

She winked and caught up to join the group. Joe’s cock was now fully engorged, and he quickly went inside. He lay on his bed as he stroked his thick, hard cock at a fast and fierce pace, coaxing an orgasm quickly. Joe exploded stream after stream from his cock as it coated his flat, toned belly. He cleaned up and went about his normal routine. Then, around 2:30 pm, he heard a knock on his door.

Joe thought, “Who could it be? I am not expecting anyone or deliveries."

Joe slid on a T-shirt and a pair of gym shorts before answering the door. To his surprise, it was the lady who engaged him in conversation this morning.

She said, “Hello, I wanted to introduce myself. I am Ginger. I live on the street behind you with my husband."

Joe said, “It is lovely to meet you, Ginger. What can I do for you?”

Ginger was your stereotypical stay-at-home mom who worked hard to keep her body tight despite motherhood.

She smiled and said, “I enjoyed our interaction this morning, and I was wondering if you take requests."

Joe smirked and said, “It depends on the request.”

Ginger said, “A private show. I love watching a man please himself, but my husband won’t do it. He thinks it is weird.”

Joe said, “Sure, when?”

Ginger smiled ear to ear and said, “No time like the present.”

Joe stepped aside to let her into his house. Ginger leaned against the wall in the hallway as Joe shut the door. Ginger was a stunning woman; she had shoulder-length raven-black hair and very soft, feminine facial features. Her eyes almost glowed against her pale white skin, her raven-black hair. She stood 5 feet 9 inches tall, just a few inches shorter than Joe. She had the body of a 1950s pin-up girl. Ginger had a soft, rounded, and curvaceous body, with perfect B-cup tits.

She said, “Please pull out that cock for me to see.”

Joe said, “Not here; let’s go to my balcony so you can sit, and anyone walking by can watch.”

Ginger bit her bottom lip as Joe gestured for her to go ahead of him on the stairs. As she ascended the steps, Joe watched her ass shift and bounce. Joe felt his cock stiffen as they finally arrived at the balcony. Ginger flopped down on a chair that Joe kept on the deck. She slouched, licked her lips, and slightly parted her legs.

She said, “Now show me your cock.”

Joe stepped back and seductively began to disrobe, as he had done 1000 times before during his days working at the all-male revue. Ginger watched on, licking her lips and caressing her body. Her eyes got big, and her pupils dilated. She gasped as Joe slid his shorts down and his thick, throbbing cock sprang free.

Ginger said, “My God, that is a very beautiful, thick cock.”

Joe smirked as he stepped closer to her and wrapped his hand around his engorged, throbbing cock. Ginger shifted back and forth in her seat and bit down on her lower lip. Subconsciously, she spread her legs farther apart. She watched intensely as Joe’s hand glided along the length of his cock. Ginger admired Joe’s hard, thick, veiny cock as she focused on the droplets of precum forming at the tip. The faster he stroked, the more he could see the wet spot growing in the crotch of her black leggings. It was not long before Ginger's hand was buried deep in her yoga pants. Joe stroked faster with full, long strokes, and Ginger's chest heaved as her breathing became labored. Ginger watched Joe’s cock swell from stroking his cock. Her fingers worked ferociously, rubbing her clit as she burst into a monumental wave of orgasms.

Joe continued to stroke his cock as he looked around, hoping someone else was watching what was unfolding on his deck.

He thought to himself, “I hope Nina from next door is watching this, but if not, my viewers will love it."

Joe glanced up at the camera in the corner next to the door. He focused back on Ginger as she shook and quivered in the chair. Joe stepped closer and ran the head of his cock across her full, plump lips. Ginger didn’t even bat an eye before opening her mouth and allowing his cock to disappear down her throat. Joe held her head as he thrust his cock in and out of her mouth. Ginger’s fingers were back working her sensitive, overaroused clit. Joe increased his pace as he felt his balls tighten from the excitement of someone watching. Ginger gagged, gurgled, and drooled as Joe fucked her face frantically. The harder he fucked, the harder she rubbed her clit. Joe was in a state of nirvana as her soft, wet mouth sucked his cock, and the tightness of her throat engulfed his cock.

Joe screamed, “I am cuming.”

Ginger tried to push him away, but Joe instinctively thrust harder and deeper into her throat as he jetted stream after stream of his cum down her throat. As he unleashed the last drop of cum down her throat, he slid his cock out as it ran across her lips before falling limp from her mouth.

Ginger gathered her composure and wiped the tears from her eyes.

She said, “Thank you, I needed that. Hopefully, next time we will have more time, and you can fuck my tight cunt with that massive cock.”