I was not expecting anyone. That is the whole point, right? My roommate was gone for the weekend, the apartment was quiet, and I had the whole afternoon to myself. I left my bedroom door open because who was going to see? I was on my bed with my hand in my panties, not being quiet about it, when I heard someone clear their throat in my doorway.
It was my neighbor. The cute one from down the hall. He had come to return a package that got delivered to him by mistake, and there I was, legs spread, fingers exactly where they should not have been in front of an audience. I froze. He froze. And then the slowest grin spread across his face.
Here is the thing I did not expect. I was mortified for about three seconds, and then something else took over. Because he did not look away. He leaned against my doorframe and just watched me, and I realized I had a choice. I could scream and slam the door, or I could finish what I started with him watching. I chose the second one.
I held his eyes and kept going. I let him see how wet I was, how I like to circle slow before I press harder, the exact moment my breathing changes because I am getting close. I moaned his name. I had never even said his name out loud before, and there I was moaning it while I got myself off in front of him. When I came, I did not look away once.
He left without a word, just walked back down the hall like nothing happened. But now every time I see him by the mailboxes, we both know. We both know exactly what I look like when I come. And I keep leaving my door open, just in case he needs to return another package. If getting caught turns you on like it turns me on, you should read about exhibitionists too. And if you want to hear what I sounded like that afternoon, find me on the live girls page and text the dispatcher. Tell them Kristen sent you, tell them how many minutes you want, and tell them if you are new here. They will call you right back and I will tell you every filthy detail myself.
Signed, Kristen