I hope you enjoy this story. I think about it often. I have a couple other true stories in my post history if you liked this one and a couple more I haven’t written up yet.
I’m also working on some fiction based on some fantasies. If you like the way I write please let me know and I’ll keep writing.
Thanks for reading!
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I was about six years out of college and I had a good job for a short period of time working for a tech company. We were about a hundred people operating out of an old industrial loft space near a residential neighborhood.
A good chunk of the employees were 20-somethings and our social lives were intertwined with our work lives. We ate, drank, and worked together.
Jenn was about the same age as me and worked in the graphic design group. She was fun, smart, and a little wild. She dated another guy in the office for a while until he moved away. Jenn and I were pretty friendly and had a lot of laughs together during happy hour.
One summer afternoon I was stepping out to go grab some lunch and Jenn was outside having a cigarette. I stopped to say hi and she started walking with me to get a bite. She lived nearby and said “Hey! will you stop with me at my place for a second? I need to grab something and check on my cat.” I figured I’d just wait outside her building but when we got there she said “Just come inside and wait. I might be a minute or two.”
I had been in her place before. Since she lived right around the corner from the office, people drank or got high there pretty often. I sat on the couch and pet her cat while she puttered around her apartment.
She went into the bathroom and didn’t close the door. I couldn’t really tell what she was doing (she wasn’t using the toilet) but I just figured she was cleaning out the litter box. After another minute or so I craned my neck a bit to see what was up and I saw her standing at her bathroom vanity in only a black thong. She was rubbing lotion on her arms, her tits, and legs. She was tanned, skinny, with heavy tits that looked much bigger than they did in her shirt, almost too big for her slim frame.
You’d think I’d have been embarrassed and snapped my head away but I was transfixed and I just couldn’t take my eyes off of her. She tilted her head, locked eyes with me, and grinned.
Just as fast as they were off, her clothes were on again, she grabbed my arm and said “lets get some lunch” and led me out of the apartment.
We didn’t really discuss it while grabbing a sandwich at the deli and heading back to work.
The next day at about 11:30am she IMd me: “Lunch?”
Me, boldly: “Do I get another show?”
It took a while for her next message to come up. I felt like I made a mistake at first.
“Absolutely. Meet out front at 11:30”
Back in her apartment again, I sat in the same spot. She gave the cat some water and did some other stuff before popping into the bathroom for her lotion routine which started out nearly identical to before. Black thong. Arms, tits, legs all moisturized. It seems like she took her time a bit this time, spending time massaging her nipples and really working on her thighs.
“You can come closer if you like the show,” she said.
I leaned against the wall right outside the bathroom. She turned her back to me, peeled down her thong, bent forward, planting one hand on the toilet seat cover and the other hand between her legs towards me. She ran her middle finger across her pussy, fingering herself for a couple seconds. I took this as an invitation, stepping forward. She stood up and spun around, smiling.”No touching. Just a show. Got it?” I smiled, nodded, she gave me a peck on the cheek, and her clothes were on in a flash. Off to the deli.
A couple days later I got the IM I was waiting for “Lunch and a show?”
Me: “lol. right on.”
This time, Jenn didn’t hide in the bathroom. She peeled off her clothes as soon as we walked in the door and walked around in her thong. She got me a glass of water, fed the cat, and grabbed her lotion from the bathroom. She laid a towel on the chair across from the living room couch and sat down and moisturized her whole body, pretty slowly and sensually in front of me. She was mostly ignoring me but occasionally flashing me a wry smile. When she was done she popped up and I thought we were leaving. She came right back and said “Sit back down”. She took her chair, hooked one leg over the arm, laid back and turned on a tiny vibrator she must have just grabbed when she got up.
I sat quietly and watched while she pressed the vibrator against her clit and fingered herself with her other hand, as if I wasn’t in the room. She climaxed rather quickly and was catching her breath and winked at me as if we just ran a race. I was hard as a rock and my hand was resting on my cock outside my jeans.
She stood up, threw me the towel and said “you can take care of that if you want. I can go in the other room.”
It wasn’t my first time being watched, so I said “You can stay.” And I pulled out my cock and stroked myself to climax while laying back on her couch. She seemed indifferent about the show, but watched anyway. Jenn was clearly more excited about being watched. She took the towel and we got lunch.
This started my four month gig as jenn’s audience and it was always relatively the same. She’d lotion up in front of me and then work herself to climax, sometimes more than once. Sometimes with one toy, sometimes two, sometimes none. I was welcome to jerk off with her (I usually did) but not touch her. She was usually across the room but once or twice she was right next to me on the couch, one time she interlocked her leg around mine.
We talked about it over beers once or twice. She didn’t really think much about it. She just had fun showing off. She never told me to keep it quiet or anything at all. No stress. I wasn’t boyfriend material for her. She was honestly out of my league, but I think she just trusted me. She left the company and changed apartments. I saw her on and off in group settings at bars for a few years and I think she moved away now.
Thanks for letting me watch, Jenn. Wherever you are.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/kpw0m3/watching_jenn_mf_exhibitionism