The Exhibitionist - Same time every evening I ready myself for bed while giving my horny neighbor a show. My husband is always off to work by then. This is the time that I like best…when I’m alone with my thoughts and with the vision of masculinity that lives next door to me.

My husband works the graveyard shift and as soon as he leaves for work I head upstairs and ready myself for bed. My bedroom window has a clear view of his den. Our houses are so close together that, if I keep my shades up and curtains open, it’s as if he is in the room with me.

I always stand in the dark waiting to see the flash from the match when he lights his nightly cigarette before turning on my light and appearing in the room facing the mirror. First I tease him by pretending to check myself out while moving from side to side in the mirror. Then I reach behind my back and unzip my skirt, allowing it to fall to the floor.

I step out of it. Standing only in my blouse and half slip, I reach down, pick up my skirt, fold it, and store it in the drawer. It’s a slow, practiced routine every evening. God, I love driving him crazy with lustful desire for me. I must make him so horny.

Back before the mirror, I slowly unbutton my blouse with a dreamy look on my face. Like an erotic striptease show, I slowly remove my clothes. It makes me feel very sexy knowing that he is watching my every move and watching me undress.

With my blouse unbuttoned I look at my face in the mirror. I still look good. I think I am much prettier than his wife. I know he can see the front of my bra and the top of my breasts while I play with my hair before casually slipping my blouse off my shoulders and tossing it in the laundry basket. I’m such a tease. I love it.

I remain dressed only in half slip and bra while inspecting my skin. Then, in a one-handed, deliberate motion, I slide my slip from my body, fold it and neatly smooth out the wrinkles with my hand before storing it in the drawer.

In only my bra and bikini panties I imagine the erection I have given him. I wear lacy, half-cup, padded bras that push up my tits making them appear bigger than they are. I have beautiful tits with full areolas and pink, erect nipples. I love my tits. I wish he could suck them.

I love my body and it’s so wickedly exciting to have him see it and if showing my body is cheating I don’t care. I only wish my husband appreciated my body as much as my next door neighbor obviously does. He loves watching me every night.

I wish he could hold me in his arms and touch me as I kissed him. I wish I could touch him. I imagine him holding me in his big arms with his hand slipping down my back to feel the roundness of my ass. I imagine him pushing me down on the bed and touching me between my legs where my husband seldom does.

I spend considerable time walking around the bedroom in my undies wondering if he’s playing with his cock while watching me. I slowly and frequently parade by the window to make sure that he can see me.

With the shades up, the curtains open, and the bedroom light on how could he not see me? Maybe he thinks I’m just a ditzy blonde who doesn’t know enough to cover the windows. Maybe he thinks I’m a nudist. Probably he figures that I think everyone next door is sleeping.

As long as I stay near the bed I know he can clearly watch my every move. I imagine him stroking himself while watching and waiting for me to remove my bra and then my panties. I purposely make my tits jiggle when I walk and when I lean forward I give him a full frontal view of my cleavage.

I imagine hanging my tits down in his face. I imagine his cock fucking my cleavage and when he cums it lands all over my tits. I only wish he could touch, feel, and caress my tits. I’d give anything to feel the sensation of him sucking my nipples. It is a fantasy of mine to suck his cock while he reached down to caress my tits and finger my nipples.
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