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A memory of where it began

"First experience with exhibitionism"

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"A brief account of an unknowing exhibitionist."

It was a hot and humid day. The trek back from high-school was long and arduous though my hidden motivation kept my sweaty legs driving up the hill laden town.

I would have the house to myself and I was feeling the urge to let loose to enjoy a bit of the solo carnal pleasure. The skirts seemed extra short that year and my growing bulge was a sign that it was proving too much for me. Once I reached home, I quickly kicked my shoes into the cupboard and thankfully got rid of my drenched uniform. Naked as the day I was born, I walked towards the windows to open them as wide as I could. There was a slight breeze running through the house and I was allowing myself a moment to enjoy it.

The neighbors house was not that far away, but he was old and reclusive and movement from his side was a rare sight. I didn't even think that I might be spotted and continued to start my session with the sun on my body. Soon I would realize that the old man had a younger guest who had caught sight of what I was up to. I felt so free while playing my solo banjo that I didn't even notice that curtains of the neighbor's house had opened. When I eventually realized, I simply froze. So many thoughts of shame and potential coming trouble ran through my head. Though the longer I stood still the more it seemed that she didn't see me. She was casually going back and forth pretending not to see me, but we both knew that she was saw everything. There was no way she couldn't. I remember that moment. There was a thrill, a desire and of course the need to continue. I remember the pleasure of each stroke and crossing that final line in pure bliss. I exploded and while I did, my neighbor's guest had stood still and watched every moment. I fell backwards depleted, as my mind returned I crawled towards the windows to pull the curtains shut. I remember a sense of panic almost as if full clarity was returning.

I ended up opening and closing them as many times as I had the chance, because it wasn't a guest, she was actually our new neighbor...and she appeared to gain a thrill of enjoyment to watch...

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