A few years ago I was in the process of moving apartments. I’d packed most of my belongings into a U-Haul, including my gigantic bed frame, but because my move in date wasn’t until tomorrow, I slept on the couch in my living room. This is relevant because in direct view of my couch was the balcony which, when the curtains were open, revealed the interior of my living room. And more importantly in this case, it revealed me, laying in my couch, scrolling through my phone, deciding I should masturbate one last time to say goodbye to my apartment.
I scrolled through pornhub for a minute before deciding this momentous occasion deserved the attention of both hands, so discarding my phone I reached both hands under the blanket to slip beneath the waistband of my sweat pants. I spread my knees apart and leaned my head back, letting my mind wander from fantasy to fantasy. Thinking about being eaten out and then fucked gently, about pushing him over and riding him, using his dick to make myself feel good… as I was thinking, I was slipping my pants around my ankles, leaving nothing but the blanket between my nearly naked body and the empty living room. I traced small circles around the opening of my pussy, stopping every few seconds to give a little attention to my clit, getting wetter and wetter as my breathing rapidly increased. I distracted myself briefly from my lurid sexual fantasies to yearn for my vibrator packed away snugly in a box somewhere, before doubling down on my efforts, concentrating on making myself feel good.
As visions of rough kisses and skin against skin danced across my mind, the blanket slipped from my body and I opened my eyes when I felt the sudden cold against my skin (especially between my thighs where an admittedly wet spot had formed). It was then that I spied my soon-to-be-ex-neighbor in the apartment across from mine. Our balconies faced one another, so from where he was standing he had a front row seat to the show. At first I panicked and thougt to grab the blanket, but then the reality of the situation hit me: I wouldn’t ever have to see this man again. I wouldn’t even have to be on this side of town. I might as well indulge my exhibitionist nature a bit and keep going. Plus, the fact that I knew someone was watching me and probably getting off from it turned me on a lot, and I adjusted my hips inconspicuously to make sure he got the best view of my fingers as I slipped them inside of myself, feeling a wave of pleasure emanate from my crotch. As I gently fingered myself I pulled my shirt up to my chin, the cold air hardening my nipples, tits exposed for the whole world to see, if the whole world was just a stranger on a balcony whom I was imagining licking me between my legs. My fantasies had almost entirely shifted to being about him. What if he came over and fucked me right here on my living room floor, no words exchanged? Just moans, a kiss goodbye, never seeing each other again? I peeked through my balcony door to make sure he was still watching, and he was. I hoped he was touching himself too, but I couldn’t tell from my position on the couch, legs spread wide, head tilted back pitching my blonde hair over the side. I grabbed a breast and pinched a nipple between my fingers as I felt an orgasm begin to swell inside of me, and I rubbed my clit harder. I moaned loudly as the feeling overcame me, legs twitching in pleasure. I hope he heard me moan.
I lay there for a brief moment to catch my breath, before standing up and walking to the shower, doing my best to give him one good look at my ass. When I got back, he was gone, and thoughts of moving in to my new place the next day eventually led me to sleep. I imagine I have an audience sometimes, when the mood strikes me, but it’s never as good as the one time I had the real thing.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/iynmzc/the_time_i_f_put_on_a_show_for_a_stranger
Very hot ?