An Exhibitionist & A Voyeur [Str8]

Part of me still can’t believe that I found a woman that perverted. I know full well they exist, but it still baffles me that I not only befriended such a woman, but that she asked me to take part in her erotic escapades. It sucks that it couldn’t last but I still have fond memories. Probably shouldn’t share her name so I’ll just call her Nadia. She was a middle eastern woman, around 20 or so, and dressed very conservatively. You sure wouldn’t think she was a degenerate just from looking at her. I know I didn’t when we met, and how I learned is all a bit complicated. It started because of an honest accident.

I was at her dorm room to return something from a project when I ran into her roommate along the way. She let me into their room, and we both just happened to catch Nadia as she was in the middle of changing. I didn’t see much given she was still in her underwear, but I got a good look at her figure right before the roommate shut the door. I always knew Nadia had a nice physique even though she dressed in a way that didn’t draw attention to her shapeliness. You could tell she was slender and had fairly ample curves. What an understatement. The woman was stacked. She looked like a pinup model, with a chest best described as two-handfuls and a pair of legs so luxurious that she could absolutely smother a man to death with them. Now I might be exaggerating just a bit, but honestly she looked divine. And now that I knew this, I couldn’t help but steal glances. Now that I knew what was hidden underneath those layers of cloth I couldn’t help but ogle. I tried my best to keep myself composed, and did most of the time. But every now and then my eyes would wander. And more often than not I got caught.

Now I honestly thought that our friendship was due to fall apart. I had figured Nadia wouldn’t want to hang out with someone who kept undressing her with their eyes. Then one day she asks me if I could help her review for our final exam. So we agree to meet up in the library and go over our notes together. My eyes eventually start wandering where they shouldn’t, and Nadia kinda confronts me on it. She asks why my eyes keep darting about and if there’s something distracting me. I’m trying to deflect her questions, and then she brings up the accident. I apologize again for what happened and trying to convince her I’m not a massive perv. She doesn’t let up, and tells me how I she’d just been out of the shower and could’ve caught her naked if I’d arrived any earlier. At this point I’m getting pissed off, because it was an honest mistake and I hadn’t even been the one who opened the door. But she catches me off guard when she asks if I “wanted to see her naked?”

There was something about how she asked that didn’t seem right. Rather she didn’t sound angry, it was more of a matter-of-fact kind of tone. We ended up calling our study session early that day. About a week later Nadia asks if I can give her a hand with some other project in a different class. She tells me explicitly to “Come by at around 4:30, but no earlier. I’ll be at the gym until 4 so give me a chance to shower first. I’ll meet you at 4:30. Don’t come by beforehand unless you want another accident.”
Now I wasn’t entirely sure if that was meant as a warning or an invitation. I mean it’s rather obvious now but it wasn’t exactly something I felt like risking at the time. At least until I got her text a couple hours later.
“Just left the gym. Don’t forget we meet @4:30”
At this point, I’m aware that this is some sort of game. But just to be safe I decided to arrive much earlier than Nadia expected. I arrived at the dorms right as she was stepping into her room. Now at first she seems rather annoyed and I’m wondering if this was a mistake on my end, but then she invites me into her room and tells me to “sit right here and wait for me to freshen up” before grabbing a towel and walking into the shared bathroom. Now, even though the bathroom is supposed to be shared between two dorm rooms it’s still rather small. There’s a single shower and toilet stall, and two sinks built into a wall length countertop with a wall length mirror. I know this because Nadia hadn’t bothered to shut the bathroom door, and where I’m sat happens to give me a clear view of the mirror and the entirety of the bathroom in its reflection. Including Nadia.

I get quite the show as she slowly stripped out of her athletic attire. Her hijab was first, as Nadia unraveled the scarf and let down a cascade of jet black hair. The pants came next as she rolled them down her smooth sculpted legs, followed by her top to reveal her massive tits bound behind a sports bra. It’s at this point that we’ve made eye contact through the mirror because she’s trying to stifle a smirk and blushing intensely. She turned her back to the mirror and all I got was a view of her back as she unclasped her bra and let it fall to the floor. I got a better view of her backside when her underwear came off; her butt was small but still perky. Then she started up the shower, stepped inside and I got a glimpse of heaven. I was the luckiest man on campus that day as I got to watch a stunning Arabian angle lather her naked body with soap, her hands gliding across her toned slender frame before reaching down between her legs. I don’t think she knew just how loud she was being. Or maybe she didn’t care. Either way, it was the best damn half-hour of my life! Afterwards she emerged from her room wrapped in a towel and timidly asked if I could turn around while she dressed herself. Now she decides to be coy. But I obliged and averted my gaze. I got to see enough as it was.

Once she was dressed, Nadia and I discussed the exact nature of our new relationship. She liked when people looked at her, and she liked the idea of being caught while in a state of indecency. But she wasn’t willing to risk the chance that she might actually get caught. As thrilling as it might be, the shame and embarrassment would be overwhelming. But if she had someone looking out for her, then she might be willing to risk a bit more to satisfy her urges. So for the next two years of college I was her lookout. I’d always make sure she would have just enough privacy to avoid getting caught in public, and she let me enjoy the show. I even got to record a few sessions(but under no circumstances will I share; I don’t even know if the files still work anyways). It was risky business and we nearly got caught more than once but it was oh so worth it.

Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/ofqav5/an_exhibitionist_a_voyeur_str8