(For context I live in a ground floor apartment, my window overlooks a parking lot. It doesn’t get a lot of use, but people sometimes drink there at night)
It started off tame. It was thrilling nonetheless.
Standing right there and stripping, blinds kept shut. On nights when the lot was empty. On nights when it wasn’t.
Cracking them open just slightly, enough that my silhouette was visible, but inconspicuous enough to be accidental.
Giving performances. Wandering hands, equally for pleasure and show. Craving and fearing and *needing* an audience.
But it didn’t go beyond that. I was too cautious to attempt anything that could seem intentional. Too scared to show my face, to open the blinds and face humiliation, or worse: recognition.
I was growing restless. Standing naked and visible to no one no longer felt exhilarating, but rather pathetic. I wanted, no, needed *more*, but those fears still prevailed.
So I turned to other methods. The pain of a hair barrette clamped on my clit. The sensation of vapo-rub on my nipples. The excitement of posting my body online approached that thrill, but fell just short of reality.
In these explorations though, I found a solution.
A blindfold.
Somehow every apprehension vanished when I couldn’t affirm it. I was turned on by the uncertainty that it poses, for all I knew the parking lot could be empty, or an acquaintance could have seen me, or maybe those skaters who drink there on occasion. Maybe they stopped to watch.
I still had to set it up just so. Angle myself so my exhibitionism wasn’t so obvious. Tie my hair back and place to blindfold to avoid recognition. I put up a curtain to better control how much was seen. It was artful, really.
And then came show time.
I performed every few nights, varying the levels of lewdity. Sometimes clothed, other times in lingerie, and others simply naked. Sometimes petting and caressing breasts, hips, thighs, sometimes pumping myself violently with fingers and found objects alike. Edging, orgasming, and incorporating those earlier experiments. I soon found that if I put earbuds in I could further disassociate from consequence, and quickly discovered a thing for listening to porn and erotic audios.
On a certain level I know that people watch. Before I started with the earbuds there were nights I could hear whistles and cat calls. I can’t tell if I’m imagining the looks I get from those skaters in the street. But it didn’t fully click until I saw physical evidence.
It came while crossing the parking lot this morning. There on the edge of the lot, where pavement met dirt, was a bush stained with what was clearly semen. Cum.
Someone came right there, watching *me*.
I know should be disgusted, but all I can think is that I want to make it happen again.
I *will* make it happen again.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/y8qodf/i_f_blindfold_myself_and_masturbate_infront_of
Skater’s sperm on the sidewalk… don’t you want them to actually take you and cum in your cunt?