My (technically) second accidental exposure [FM]

Several days have passed since that night, but I can’t stop thinking about my neighbour, every time I go into the bathroom.

Is he there, watching, hoping to catch another glimpse of my nakedness?

Even though I’ve always been particularly careful to close the window and the blinds, lately I’ve found myself paying a little less attention to such details. Something that has not escaped my boyfriend’s notice.

“So… now you undress with the window open?” he laughed, as if it was an accident on my part.

“Oh… no, of course not.”

Of course I do.

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I really want to talk to him about this, describe to him how I feel, what I want to experience. But I’m too afraid that he won’t accept it, that he’ll think I’m a freak. Or maybe I’m too ashamed to dare broach a subject with which he would be more comfortable than I am. He once suggested that I try a nudist beach a few years ago, to which I replied with a big “Are you crazy?”, so if I explain this to him now, he won’t understand and get the wrong idea.

(No?)

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Unfortunately, my exhibition dreams didn’t seem to want to come true. Since that famous night, I have not seen the neighbour from the sixth floor once again.

I simply cannot describe him physically. In fact, even if I saw him on the street, I’m sure I wouldn’t recognize him. He was dark-haired, quite tall I think. That’s it.

On the other hand, I don’t doubt for a moment that he would recognize me…

The more I replay the scene in my mind, the more distant it seems. It’s as if trying to remember every detail only makes them more distant.

What I will always remember, however, is the excitement I felt at that moment.

Once or twice I caught myself thinking back to that moment at work. Feeling my thighs tighten, my breathing quicken, biting my lower lip…

The state that this simple thought, this simple memory, could put me in was… destabilising.

It’s decided. Tonight, when I got home from work, I would wait for the neighbour and give him a little show. My boyfriend is away for the evening, so this is the perfect time. Already excited by the idea, I feel my panties getting wetter and wetter.

I can’t wait.

I can’t wait! After thinking about it, I tell myself that last time I ran into the neighbour quite late in the evening. Maybe he works late too, maybe that’s why I haven’t bumped into him until now.

So I took the opportunity to do a few hours, to get a head start on my work, and to prepare my plan.

I planned to undress openly in front of the window. “Classic. Except this time I would have more revealing clothes. Probably my see-through lingerie, and my skimpy pale pink dress.

Then I would brush my hair, totally naked, giving him a panoramic view of my body. Alternating the view from the back and the front, pretending to want to see my hair better.

And then finally, I would smear some cream on my body, on my breasts and along my thighs. And of course I would take the time to linger around my nipples.

Everything was going to be perfect.

I was so excited that I decided to take off my panties for the ride home. Turning off my computer, closing the office as quickly as possible, I ran to the bathroom on my floor to take them off.

I’m in such a hurry to get home, that when I came out of the toilet I was still putting my dress back on, my panties in my hand, when I came face to face with the maintenance man.

His gaze was directed directly at my crotch, giving him a clear view of my pussy. I froze, holding the bottom of my dress still slightly above my sex, before I realised what was happening.

Just like me, his eyes wide, he wasn’t moving an inch.

We stared at each other like that for a while, his erection showing through his jeans, before I finally broke the silence after pulling my dress down.

“Excuse me…”

“Oh! Oh… sorry ma’am, I… I didn’t know there were still people here, sorry!” he said, trying to look away.

“It’s nothing, have a nice evening!” I replied, running off again.

The less I wanted to, the more I was showing off.

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I’ve been sitting in the bathroom for an hour now, in the dark, waiting for some signal that my neighbour is home.

I’ve already had the opportunity to masturbate once, imagining a thousand scenarios, waiting for him to return.

Nothing.

I was on the verge of leaving and giving up when finally… the light in his living room turned on.

L.

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