Playing with myself and showing my pussy to the neighbour [FM]

This is a memory from when I was 19. I don’t really know how old the guy was cause I never asked. All I know is that I will revisit this memory for the rest of my life as I think this is the reason for my voyeur/public sex kink.

We were having summer holidays with my family, three weeks in the south of Italy in a small hotel not far from the beach. We had been there previously a couple of times, but it was the first time having a room all to myself while my parents stayed in a separate one.

The first day, I immediately went to the pool for a swim. I had just bought this tiny caramel bikini with gold specks that didn’t make me feel too self -conscious even though I was incredibly insecure at the time. As usual, I would wait until people were chatting or distracted to get into the water to avoid bringing any attention to myself. My parents came out to the pool later that afternoon and started having a friendly conversation with a beautiful couple who I assumed was in their early 40s (even though the wife looked younger, maybe 36-37 at most) while setting up their beach towels and ordering drinks.

He was very tall, tan, quite in shape with beautiful shoulders and a muscular back but a little bit of belly fat. Messy black hair and dark piercing eyes. She was petite, blonde with a beautiful body, small perky breasts and visible nipples, slim legs and a nice ass. I could tell she was working out by the state of her legs and her smile made me insecure as soon as she flashed it at me. They didn’t look like they were there for attention, more like genuinely nice people and unaware of being very attractive.

My parents started waving at me to come closer and say hello, oblivious as to how I’ve always felt when wearing only a bathing suit. I stayed in the water but got to the edge of the pool to greet them, looking up at them while they kept talking about how much they loved the hotel and how nice it was to meet all of us (they were regulars like my parents but usually came a bit earlier in the year). I waited until my parents and some other people were back inside the hotel to come out and dry myself and kept looking at them from my lounge chair. They both went for a swim in the pool later on and I just remember the jealousy burning my cheeks as the lady looked incredibly fit and happy, a painful reminder of how insecure I was and trying to get over a recent breakup with little success.

Later that night, while leaving to go eat in a nearby restaurant, we met them again while they were locking the door of their room. It happened that their room was the one next to mine which made me feel slightly uncomfortable, knowing I would not be able to dodge chit chat if we were to leave the hotel at the same time. They walked with us along the main road close to the beach and turned out to be lovely people. No children and both divorced, they looked very much like a newlywed couple. He was wearing a light white linen shirt that kept my attention as I could fully see his chest underneath. She had chosen a short light blue dress that complimented her tan and platform shoes with thin gold straps. If it wasn’t for the tiny wrinkles at the corner of her eyes and along her cleavage, I would have guessed that she was in her late twenties. We parted ways in front of the restaurant but planned to have sort of a “lunch-brunch” at the pool the next day, as they only had 3 days of holidays left.

That evening, locking my door behind me and being finally alone in my room felt like heaven. I was very horny back then (still am, but 19 years old hormones are something else) and couldn’t wait to take a long shower and play with myself for the rest of the evening, knowing nobody could interrupt me. After the shower, I came out on my private terrace area to hang my wet towel and bathing suit and realized that instead of the regular bushes or higher wooden walls separating terraces from each other, my area was separated from my neighbours only by a smaller white wall and some flowers pots that didn’t really hide much. Once again, it seemed like I would be forced to interact with them which my shy self was not looking forward to.

From where I was standing I could clearly see some light in the neighbours room behind their curtains which made me hurry back inside and turn on the TV.

An hour or so later, while dozing off half naked and hair still wet, a hand laying right above my pussy under my pajama shorts, hinting at my recent activities, I heard some faint grunting and shuffling coming from the next room.

I immediately understood that they were fucking.

At first I felt really embarrassed to be listening to them but way too curious to stop. She was definitely holding back trying to be quiet but he wasn’t (or couldn’t?), pushing into her with low grunts. At that point my hand started having a mind of her own and circling my pussy spreading the wetness all over my swollen lips. I kept pressing and squeezing my clit between my index and thumb, whimpering while listening to them, almost to the point of making myself cum. They got louder as they finished, banging their bed against the wall a couple of times before everything stopped. I heard a faint laugh coming from the lady, who probably realized that the bed hitting the wall was pretty loud. Afraid that they would figure out I was awake and embarrassed by my own creepy behaviour and touching myself to them, I quickly turned off the TV and tried to go to sleep as quickly as possible.

The lunch-brunch afternoon the next day was not an easy time and it got increasingly difficult for me to look at them. I kept imagining him touching her, kissing her neck, fondling her breasts. Was she on her back with her legs wrapped around his waist? Or on her hands and knees biting a pillow to muffle her moans as he was gripping her and slamming his body against her from behind? Images kept flooding my mind every time his hands lingered on her body or she had an amused smile on her face. His eyes would also stay glued to me at times in a weird way and I started wondering if my mom, a prime oversharer, had told him about my break up or body image issues and if he had decided he wanted to make me feel better somehow. I was not really used to getting looked at, and certainly not like that, but I remember my skin tingling from head to toes every time I would catch his glances and see him look away, seemingly embarrassed.

At some point, both my parents and the lady fell asleep in the lounge chairs under the umbrellas and I decided to go for a swim, hopefully hiding the big wet patch between my legs and trying to cool my body down. While hidden in the water, I readjusted my bathing suit, feeling the cold material brush against my hot, swollen and very sensitive pussy. I let out a sigh, unable to stop myself from rubbing a little, before starting to do laps to get my mind off the burning need to touch myself some more. The guy had moved to a table next to the pool and was smoking a cigarette looking straight at me. I still remember his dark eyes in the shadows, the red dot of the cigarette and the movement of his head following my body in the water. I felt insanely horny again and a bit mad that he was able to put me in such a state simply by looking at me.

After the laps I informed my parents that I had some reading to do for Uni and went back to the room to shower. While spreading the shower gel all over my warm body, I couldn’t get the moans and incredible sensuality of these people out of my head. I kept imagining their hips slamming together and her legs wide open under him as they kissed and tried to be quiet. I sat down in the tub, legs open just like her, and let the hard jets of the shower hit my clit and pussy, making me quickly out of breath. Panting and moaning and circling the showerhead over me, I imagined them coming back to their room and hearing me moan, leading them to fuck hard again. I kept the jets straight on my clit to the thought of him taking her in the shower adjacent to mine, cumming deep inside her pussy while licking her nipples. It made me cum in no time, the pleasure bursting from my pussy to the small of my back, hips rolling and legs shaking.

After coming back to my senses, I slipped in a dry bra and a white summer dress, leaving out the panties as my pussy was still dripping juices anyway, and came out on the terrace. I opened my laptop and started scrolling through my summer reading list. I could feel the sea breeze blow softly on my shaved pussy lips and started to get excited again. I had started shaving 2 years prior and would keep myself totally bare during summer which made me more comfortable in bathing suits.

At that time I was reading a lot of sex stories online (porn came not much later) or watched sex gifs on tumblr. Instead of my mandatory summer reading, I settled for a new sex story and started reading it, getting increasingly turned on. After a couple of minutes, the couple next door came back from the pool and went on their own terrace to inform me that my family was on their way to town and the lady would join them. I was free to meet with them whenever I was done with my reading or for dinner. I thanked them, feeling slightly embarrassed that they had “caught” me reading filthy things even though they couldn’t see the screen of my laptop and had no idea my pussy was fully nude under my dress.

I heard them talk and kiss in the room as the lady left but the guy stayed. He quickly came back on his own terrace with a huge book in his hands and sat down at his table but in the opposite direction (I was sitting with my back to the room and facing the garden). We smiled at each other but nothing more and I dived into the story again.

Things quickly got a bit less comfortable, as the story described an orgy scene that left me out of breath. Couples were pleasuring each other and a lady was getting fucked from behind while licking the pussy of another woman, sat on the big dinner table, her ass deep in what was described as a “delicious and moist cream cake”. I kept stealing quick glances in my neighbour’s direction, not sure of how much of me he could see and desperate to touch myself under the table. I could feel my own juices drip and roll under me and onto the plastic chair and tiny beads mixing with sweat and sliding back up in my ass. Making sure the skirt of my dress was still covering me, I opened my left lef, draping it over the armrest of the plastic chair in a very obscene position (but made sure my neighbour was still very much focused on his book before doing that). The cold air hitting my open lips made me shiver. I kept torturing myself and reading the story while dying to rub my overly sensitive pussy. My clit was visibly swollen at that point and the only thing I could feel, pulsing between my legs and begging to be teased.

The orgy scene went on, including more couples all fucking each other in various positions. Long sighs were escaping my lips as I was getting more and more uncomfortable and closer and closer to rub myself under my dress, convinced that my neighbour wouldn’t notice me. I was obviously wrong as my slight hip thrust made the chair move and the noise attracted his attention. I didn’t feel his eyes on me at first, as I was too engulfed in the story, but got brave enough or horny enough to let my finger rub up and down my swollen lips on each side just once.

That’s when I turned my head and met his dark hungry eyes. The story had made me feel more confident and the horniness was clearly taking over. Without breaking eye contact I let my hand slip under my dress again, letting my nails drag up and down my soft warm pussy lips and catching my sensitive clit in the process. I opened my mouth, staring at him, letting out a small moan. His lips parted slightly as he was looking down at my hand disappearing under the white skirt.

I wanted to tease him so bad, I wanted him to look at me while I was doing it and make me feel like he couldn’t resist watching. It felt wrong but it was already too late and my fingers felt way too good making it impossible to stop.

I kept playing with myself while looking at him and then at my own needy pussy, feeling waves of pleasure overwhelm my entire body. My lips were melting under my fingertips, juices flowing freely on the plastic chair and the light wind brushing against it making me grow desperate for more friction.

My legs were wide open and my hips moving at the same pace as my fingers rubbing sloppily all over my lips and clit.

Looking back, I realized he had put down his book on the table and I could no longer see his hands but I could see his shoulders muscles clench and kept thinking that he was touching himself too, driving me wild. As I wasn’t directly facing him, I let the skirt of my dress ride up my thigh uncovering my bare legs, hoping he would see the side of my ass and realize I wasn’t wearing anything.

He started making soft noises and I could clearly hear his bathing suit material wrinkle under his hand. I took another glance at the story, feeling already very close to orgasm, and turned my hips slightly into the chair, facing him a bit more. The skirt of my dress was now all the way up my hips and I finished wrapping it there with one hand, the other one pleasuring my pussy as I showed it to him, legs wide open. I even opened my pussy lips a little bit as I had seen in one of the gifs, to let him take a good look at my swollen clit.

The noise I heard then was clearly his hands working the knot of his bathing suit, followed by the wet sound of his fingers and palm around the head of his cock. Back then I was not yet familiar with the delicious melody of a guy pleasuring himself but kept touching myself to that memory many nights after.

The pleasure was building up more and more, rising in the pit of my stomach and in my legs and there was nothing I could do about it. Again, pleasure and embarrassment faded into one another as I was about to cum with my legs open, showing my pussy to this stranger while he was definitely doing something pleasurable on his side of the wall. I kept looking at my screen, reading the same scene over and over and rubbing harder circles over my clit, letting my fingers curl lower and fingering myself with two knuckles, before going back up.

My legs started tensing as I felt myself pushed over the edge and closed my eyes with a final moan, as quiet as possible. The orgasm made me black out a little but I could hear him get a bit louder and more obvious as I was coming down from my high.

I didn’t have enough time to savor my pleasure and the delicious final electric shocks between my legs. A hard knock on the door of my room made me jerk out of my chair and close my laptop in a hurry. I ran to open the door and the hotel owner handed me a paper with the name of the restaurant my parents were planning to have dinner at. He also very kindly let me know that my face was quite red and it would be a good idea to apply more sunscreen.

“Mortified” is not a good enough term for what I felt in that moment. I didn’t come back out on the terrace that day, took another shower and got ready for dinner, not even trying to know what my neighbour was doing or how it ended for him. He ended up not joining us that evening anyway, telling his lady he was tired over the phone.

I only saw him the next day, the last day of vacation for both of them. Going to the pool and facing him was absolute torture. I couldn’t get his eyes out of my mind and kept getting insanely turned on randomly throughout the whole morning. After talking to them, the pressure eased a bit as he was being completely normal and calm, almost making me believe I had made up the whole thing.

I ended up going in the pool before everybody else, and watched people around as they fell asleep in the sun. The pool was a bit more crowded that day, but I was alone in the water. I did a couple of laps, happy to be in control of the situation and didn’t notice immediately that he was standing up and going down the steps to join me. I will never forget how I felt, my whole body set alight when he entered the water and started doing laps next to me, but going in the opposite direction, without saying a word. I could see his shoulders, his wet hair, his big hands, and everything was making my head spin. I held on and kept going, getting so close to him at times before moving further. After five or ten minutes, it was just too much and I got out of the water while he watched me from one of the corners of the pool. I quickly woke up my mom to tell her I needed a shower and ran to my room.

What I needed was to cum again and I remember throwing my bathing suit in the entrance of the room, leaving it on the floor and running half a bath while completely naked, trying to collect myself. As soon as the water was covering my feet, I sat down in the tub again and started playing with my pussy, letting the shower jets hit me in all the right places. I wanted so desperately to know what his dick looked like and to feel it against my skin. It took only a few minutes until I was a whimpering mess again, rocking against the jets with my fingers spreading my lips wide. I heard the door of their room close, but no voices came from the entrance and my blurry horny mind couldn’t give less of a shit.

I came with a long moan feeling my pussy clench and letting the jet in the middle hit my clit until I was jerking my hips so hard I thought I was going to flood the bathroom. I stayed in the bath trying to calm my breathing, embarrassed to be such a horny person, when I noticed the sound of the shower in my neighbour’s bathroom. I was almost sure it wasn’t the lady as she was still deeply asleep when I had left the pool, but waited until I heard his familiar grunts.

It was him and he was doing exactly the same as I was. I kept silently listening to him pant and get closer. It only a couple of minutes for him too. His final grunt, louder and lower was so hot it made my whole body shiver. I stayed in the bath with the water getting colder on my skin until I heard him leave the shower. It took me a while and I kept wondering if I should have said something or done something else. For sure he had heard me cum once again and knew exactly the effect he had had on me.

I finally came back to the room and fell asleep on the bed. I came once more that afternoon, silently and alone, before getting ready for dinner.

That night we had a final dinner with them and said bye like nothing happened.

We came back to the hotel almost every year at different times but never saw them again.

I still pleasure myself and cum often to the image of his silhouette hidden in the shadows and his eyes tracing every line of my body.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/yu2qaq/playing_with_myself_and_showing_my_pussy_to_the