It started out as a normal night. I was home alone, bored, and way too horny to ignore it any longer. I didn’t even bother going to my room I sprawled out on the living room couch, completely naked, lights on, not caring who might be out walking by.
And yeah… I noticed the window was open. I let it stay open.
The thrill of it always gets me wetter. The idea that someone might glance up and see me like that legs spread, playing with my pussy, moaning into my palm I crave it. I don’t even need to be touched, just watched.
So I started slow. One finger on my clit, the other hand teasing my nipples. My back arched, hips grinding into the couch. I was already soaked and so turned on by the thought of being seen that I was biting my lip just to keep quiet.
But then I saw it.
A man across the street, standing on his balcony. Frozen. Staring. His hand still holding the railing, but the look on his face told me everything.
I should’ve stopped. I didn’t.
If anything, I got bolder. I pulled my legs even wider, started rubbing harder, my fingers slipping inside me while I looked right at him. I was moaning louder now, daring him to keep watching.
And then I came.
Hard. So hard I gasped his name even though I didn’t know it. My whole body tensed and bucked against the cushions, completely exposed.
