Solo Masturbation Turned Exhibitionism

It was time for some solo masturbation.

The night air was balmy, and the stars were twinkling. I stepped up to the open bay window, feeling aroused and daring. My clothes stuck to my skin as I surrendered to the thrum of excitement coursing through my body. It had been a few days since I had partaken in any solo masturbation, and it would be a few more before my boyfriend would get home.

I needed to get off now.

A breeze picked up, lifting my hair, and I could almost feel the eyes of admirers watching me from the street. Slowly, I laid back and took a deep breath. I couldn’t believe that I was actually going to do it; solo masturbation with an audience, although perhaps unbeknownst to them. I was exposed just the same. The thought of strangers watching gave me a thrill. Who might I be pleasuring myself for? Was it the husband across the street? A gardener? Or the trash collector? My mind raced with the forbidden notions of the pleasure I was about to experience.
I lifted my hips and pulled my already-soaked underwear off.

I spread my legs and felt the warmth and electricity of solo masturbation.

At first, I rubbed my clitoris in circles, feeling it swell and throb with my every movement. My moans grew louder. I felt all the tension in my body build, every sensation intensifying until it was almost unbearable. But I wanted this solo masturbation to last, so a backed off for a moment to recover. Taking a breath, I lowered my top, freeing my ample breasts. Starting again, I slipped two fingers in deep; I love the sensation of stretching my hole. I lifted my legs to give myself better access and my unknown admirer a view to inspire their lust as well.

Imagine all the cocks hardened by my solo masturbation.

I was so horny, so the pleasure came quickly, and I released with a scream of pure exultation as I let it all go. My orgasm was explosive and powerful, and I quivered after each wave of pleasure had washed away. With a sudden unseen force, my body pulsed, and as I pulled my hand free of my pussy and I squirted my cum at least a foot, onto the window and floor in front of me, soaking the carpet that lay there. I collapsed back in the sheer euphoria of it all and couldn’t believe I had just experienced such intense pleasure — and that, perhaps, I had been watched.

Who might have seen my solo masturbation I wondered? Still sweating and panting from the intense experience, I put my legs down, my core and my clit still pulsing, I went to the kitchen to get a drink.

“Wow, I’ll have to run out of batteries more often I guess,” I said to the toy on the counter that had disappointed me earlier.

The next day, on my morning run, I imagined lustful, knowing gazes from the people I passed. It made my pussy so juicy thinking about masturbating in front of the window again as I arrived back home.

When I’m not indulging in solo masturbation turned exhibitionism, I’m sometimes partaking in 420 sex. Read all about it in my last blog.

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