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WendyTrilby said:
I learned the true nature of someone watching me when I spent a summer in Venice. I was attending a summer seminar and found a tiny apartment along one of the canals. There was no air conditioning, so windows were usually open.

My boyfriend at the time was stateside, so here I was in a romantic world, trying to be a good girl. I went out nightly with others from my group, and more than one of my male classmates tried (unsuccessfully) to come back to my apartment. I knew if they had, I would have lost my ability to resist.

I had moved my bed to the window to catch the breeze (it was so humid). I would lay naked on the bed, and desperate to fall asleep, I would gently massage myself into a sweaty frenzy. If you’ve spent time in Venice or any Italian city, the sounds of the night include arguments, loud conversation, and the plaintive moans and groans of sex. I never held back, not worried about who might hear me.

With the back of my bed to the window, I was certain no one could see me from the apartments across the canal. But I did not consider the huge French Provincial mirror above the dresser at the foot of the bed. While I was lying there, flicking my clit to a nightly orgasm, the reflection of my actions was visible from the mirror to the apartment directly across the canal.

That's where Pavel was living. He was Russian, and he studied language for a year in Venice. As I discovered, Pavel was a night owl who made espressos and studied till all hours.

My discovery of Pavel began the night I used a hairbrush for added excitement and needed to pee. I ran to the bathroom, and when I was walking back to bed, I noticed a man sitting on his balcony, drinking espresso and looking at me. I quickstepped to the bed, slightly upset at being seen but a little titillated.

As I lay on the bed and picked up the hairbrush, I looked at myself in the mirror. Through the open window behind me, I could see him sitting, drinking, and smiling. I remembered the first lesson from Driver’s Education: If I can see you in my mirrors, you can see me.

I had been doing a nightly session for several weeks. How long had he been there? The entire time? Just this once?

He just sipped and sat and watched.

I got this tingling feeling wash over me and decided, what the hell, I don’t know him, I’ll never see him, so have at it.
I finished strong.

The next night was more of the same. I worked, he watched.

I decided to cut out the middle man and turn the bed around the following day. Now, the mirror was out of the equation. I would get a direct breeze from the open window, and my voyeur friend would get a better view. I got in bed with my Van Halen t-shirt and cut-off sweatpants and just lay there. Sorry dude, no show without quid pro quo.

He sat in his kitchen window, espresso in hand, and just watched. I think he got the message because he put down the espresso. I took off my top. He responded in kind. I slid down my shorts, and he did the same. We were now naked, separated by a narrow fetid canal, and I went to work on myself. He understood the assignment and did the same.

That was the start of four weeks of mutual masturbation. I hurried through each day to get to that moment at night. About three weeks into our strange relationship, I was behind him in a café. I tapped him on the shoulder, and we enjoyed our morning cappuccino together. He had a wife, and I had a boyfriend. We never once discussed spending the night together. In fact, we never once discussed our mutual arrangement.

When my time in Venice was done, I’m guessing he knew I was gone when the curtains remained closed. So yeah, I love being watched and recommend it to anyone.
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nothing more sext than watching a woman masturbate. Love this
 
gaelthepixie said:
Yes, I love it and cum so hard and easily when being watched.

I think the stereotype of a camgirl is that they don’t like their work but for the short time I was, I loved cumming on camera while I toyed my pussy, ass and mouth for complete strangers. I would fantasize that they were there in person, stroking their hard cocks and wet pussies for me. That I could hear them moan and sigh and dirty talk.
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Love to watch you right now
 
Whenever I get a chance to edge, I'm usually completely naked near a window which has a view from a few neighbors. I wouldn't mind if they got a chance to peek and hopefully get some motivation to get themselves off as well.
 
I absolutely love being watched. One of my published stories on here is focused on a real life experience that I had and would so love to have again!
 
I have been watched in certain massage type situations and really enjoyed it! A bit of a rush being a stranger watching plus CFNM scenario
 
WendyTrilby said:
I learned the true nature of someone watching me when I spent a summer in Venice. I was attending a summer seminar and found a tiny apartment along one of the canals. There was no air conditioning, so windows were usually open.

My boyfriend at the time was stateside, so here I was in a romantic world, trying to be a good girl. I went out nightly with others from my group, and more than one of my male classmates tried (unsuccessfully) to come back to my apartment. I knew if they had, I would have lost my ability to resist.

I had moved my bed to the window to catch the breeze (it was so humid). I would lay naked on the bed, and desperate to fall asleep, I would gently massage myself into a sweaty frenzy. If you’ve spent time in Venice or any Italian city, the sounds of the night include arguments, loud conversation, and the plaintive moans and groans of sex. I never held back, not worried about who might hear me.

With the back of my bed to the window, I was certain no one could see me from the apartments across the canal. But I did not consider the huge French Provincial mirror above the dresser at the foot of the bed. While I was lying there, flicking my clit to a nightly orgasm, the reflection of my actions was visible from the mirror to the apartment directly across the canal.

That's where Pavel was living. He was Russian, and he studied language for a year in Venice. As I discovered, Pavel was a night owl who made espressos and studied till all hours.

My discovery of Pavel began the night I used a hairbrush for added excitement and needed to pee. I ran to the bathroom, and when I was walking back to bed, I noticed a man sitting on his balcony, drinking espresso and looking at me. I quickstepped to the bed, slightly upset at being seen but a little titillated.

As I lay on the bed and picked up the hairbrush, I looked at myself in the mirror. Through the open window behind me, I could see him sitting, drinking, and smiling. I remembered the first lesson from Driver’s Education: If I can see you in my mirrors, you can see me.

I had been doing a nightly session for several weeks. How long had he been there? The entire time? Just this once?

He just sipped and sat and watched.

I got this tingling feeling wash over me and decided, what the hell, I don’t know him, I’ll never see him, so have at it.
I finished strong.

The next night was more of the same. I worked, he watched.

I decided to cut out the middle man and turn the bed around the following day. Now, the mirror was out of the equation. I would get a direct breeze from the open window, and my voyeur friend would get a better view. I got in bed with my Van Halen t-shirt and cut-off sweatpants and just lay there. Sorry dude, no show without quid pro quo.

He sat in his kitchen window, espresso in hand, and just watched. I think he got the message because he put down the espresso. I took off my top. He responded in kind. I slid down my shorts, and he did the same. We were now naked, separated by a narrow fetid canal, and I went to work on myself. He understood the assignment and did the same.

That was the start of four weeks of mutual masturbation. I hurried through each day to get to that moment at night. About three weeks into our strange relationship, I was behind him in a café. I tapped him on the shoulder, and we enjoyed our morning cappuccino together. He had a wife, and I had a boyfriend. We never once discussed spending the night together. In fact, we never once discussed our mutual arrangement.

When my time in Venice was done, I’m guessing he knew I was gone when the curtains remained closed. So yeah, I love being watched and recommend it to anyone.
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what a delightful, erotic arousing story!
 
The other day I was on my motorcycle in the mountains wearing shorts. I very rarely wear shorts on the bike especially a soft dressy golf short like these, the wind blowing up my shorts was hitting just right and about to drive me crazy. This is when I got the crazy idea, un button, un zip and be free. Traffic was light so I did! I rode for miles intermittently stroking before pulling off to finish. Exhilarating!!!
 
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