Masturbation Memories o[F] an Exhibitionist
From my teen years to now, I’ve always loved being seen. I’ve always loved the idea of being seen even more so if I did not know who was watching me.
When I discovered my body as women tend to do growing up, I knew all the right buttons to push and pull and rub and squeeze. Knowing someone could walk in on me brought pleasure that much quicker. Thus began my adventure of private pleasure in public.
My first real thrill was in front of my window. My second story room had a window that was 1 foot tall and four feet wide. It was all the way at the top of the wall because of the way the garage connected to it. I would stand on my bed ass naked, my back to the closed but unlocked door. My face would start as the only visible part and I’d slowly stack up pillows until I could press my breasts against the cold glass. The climb up the window heightened every sensation. My body would turn electric while masturbating knowing anyone could see my tiddies.
But soon that became boring. The climax took the same if I was laying in bed under the covers.
I needed more.
I loved the gym and decided it was time to use it to unwind after my workouts. My next thrill would come in the locker rooms. My gym was notorious for people walking around naked in the adult locker rooms. So why should I be shy? I would work out, strip down to nothing at my locker, and pad over to showers for a nice scrub down. Now my favorite shower was the first shower on the wall because you could walk into the locker room look 15-20 feet ahead and be looking straight at the shower. I’d pop into the shower, close the curtain most the way and begin my perfectly SFW wash…until the door creaked open. I’d lean against the wall where the curtain was barely open and finish my wash in sight of whoever walked into the locker room, whoever walked over to take a shower. I’d prop my arm on the wall and lean against it, thrusting my body as I fisted myself. My breasts would bounce, my lips would be just separated, my breathing would hitch loudly. You knew what was happening. Sometimes, I’d sink into a wall sit and stroke and run circles on my nipples while fingering myself until I was shattering from pleasure as much as exhaustion. Hearing the murmurs of the other gym goers, feeling their eyes on me, knowing some of them would keep watching, sent me spiraling into an orgasm so intense I would still feel the spasms and rolling sensations as I left the gym.
That is still a favorite pastime of mine, gym masturbation.
I’m a little to hot and bothered right now, so I’ll stop here before my words turn to mush, but I have plenty of my memories to share if you want. Xo
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