The Window [MF, Exhibitionism, Voyeur, Masturbation, Toys]

Newbie here. First time posting here after reading for a few months. First time putting one of the fantasies in my head into words on a page…. More to *cum* if this is well received.

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**The Window**

“No, I insist.” I say, as the movers try for a second time to refuse my generous cash tip.
It had unexpectedly started pouring as they unloaded the truck and all three of the men the moving company had sent to move my things to my new apartment were drenched.
None of them were particularly good looking, but their soaked-through t shirts clung to their bulky, sort of toned, but still a bit soft upper bodies as the water dripped down their big, exposed arms. The sight of it caused a shiver through my entire body and I realized that in the hectic process of packing and moving to a new place, I hadn’t had an orgasm in nearly a week. I realized I couldn’t remember the last time I’d been fucked… and I hadn’t even gotten myself off in nearly a week.
One of the three drenched men standing in my doorway finally, reluctantly accepted my tip, thanked me and the three of them turned and left me in my new blank canvas of an apartment with my stacks of boxes.
I couldn’t take my mind off how horny I was — or the sight of three big men all wet and at my service. I wanted to slip away with my favourite vibrator and let the thoughts in my head take over. I realized my entire collection of toys were packed away in a box, and I glanced over at the stacks of boxes wondering which one contained what I desperately needed. Half the boxes were labelled ‘Random’ and I realized I’d have my work cut out for me before I could give myself a much needed reward and break.
Thankfully the movers had placed my bed frame in my room and my mattress on top of it, and I’d at least had the brains to pack my pillows and bed linens in suitcases so I could find them easily. I decided I’d make the bed up, then unpack until I found my toy collection and then it would be me time.
As I stretched the sheets over the mattress and made the bed up, I noticed the window in my new bedroom…. I particularly noticed how close it was to the window across from it. The building was in a U shape so the unit on the opposite side of the building had a bedroom window only a few feet away from mine that I could see into a little too clearly… The only flaw to my otherwise perfect new place. Or so I thought.
Thankfully, that bedroom was completely empty. No one lived there just yet. I made a mental note to contact the building management for curtain installation as soon as possible.
A few hours and a few glasses of wine later, unpacking had gotten the best of me and I was fading out. I began opening every box and tore through it until I finally found my toys. Jackpot. And thank god, I’d have been riding a pillow like a teenager if I hadn’t found them sooner.
I decided to call it a night, grabbed the remaining wine and my glass, and headed to my nearly empty bedroom with my favourite toy – a bright pink g-spot vibrator with clit suction. I wondered whether it was charged and realized I’d packed the chargers separately but decided it wouldn’t matter because at this rate, I was going to cum mere minutes after sliding the vibrating tip over my throbbing clit and deep into my wet pussy.
I stripped down naked, slid into bed and started scrolling through porn trying to find something to watch, but I couldn’t get the image of the dripping wet movers out of my head. I gave up on the porn and started fantasizing about one of them coming back to deliver a box they’d forgotten…. Imagining them walking in just as I slid my vibrator into my wet pussy. I couldn’t quite get my mind off of how hot it would be to ask him to stand there and wait until I was finished. This fantasy had me absolutely caught up. The vibrator was deep inside me and the clit sucker was positioned perfectly over my clit sending waves of pleasure through me. I imagined being able to see his cock getting harder and harder, pressing against the fabric of his jeans…. I imagined him watching me bite my lip and arch my back as I got closer and closer to cumming. I pictured him being unable to stop himself from grabbing his hard cock and stroking it a bit through his jeans as he watched me. Then I imagined a small dark spot forming on his jeans, a little pre cum that had leaked through the thick fabric of his pants and that was it.

Suddenly the clenched tension I hadn’t noticed building up in all of my muscles released as waves of pleasure rushed through me. I felt myself clench around the vibrator, then releasw, cum flowing out of my dripping wet pussy down my inner thighs, between my asscheeks and soaking my sheets. After years of living with roommates, I’d learned to be quiet when I made myself cum, but this time – without even thinking I moaned loud, and as I reached the peak of my orgasm “fuuuuuckkkkkk” escaped my lips.
After a few seconds, or a few minutes… hell it might have been a few hours, I’m not even sure, I regained my senses and opened my eyes to a slight shock. It was nearly dark out, and the light was on in the bedroom window of the unit was directly opposite mine. Had it been on before, but I hadn’t noticed in the daylight? Had there been a showing while I was laying there releasing a week’s worth of pent up sexual energy?
For a brief second I’d felt mortified – what if a realtor and prospective tenant saw me? But then my mind circled back to the fantasy that had just made me shudder and soak my sheets with my juices, and the embarrassment and violation I’d briefly felt quickly turned to arousal. I realized the one orgasm wasn’t going to cut it today, and quickly grabbed the vibrator to get started on my second.
As I teased my clit and tried to edge as much as possible – thoughts of people watching me through that window kept entering my head. I’d never thought I’d have much of an exhibitionist side. After several successful attempts to bring myself to the edge and pull back, I finally gave in and came a second time, another wave of my cum and juices dripping from my pussy down on to the wet spot on the sheets.
A little post orgasm clarity got me thinking – would I really do it? Would I really masturbate in front of a stranger? Would I be turned on if I saw them watching me, grabbing their cock, enjoying the sight of me hard-fucking myself with my vibrator, grabbing my tits, pinching my nipples, biting my lips and cumming hard? Or would I be creeped out if the situation actually presented itself?
The second orgasm finally satisfied my deep, neglected sexual needs, and I headed to the shower where thoughts of exhibitionism and voyeurs faded from my head. Must have just been depraved, nonsensical urges. Not what I’m actually into right?

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