How It Started

My love of exhibitionism and voyeurism started in my teen years.  In the house behind ours, a girl two years older than me had a morning ritual.  While getting ready for work, she would appear at her (upstairs) bedroom window topless.  She wasn't particularly attractive, but... hey, I was a teenaged boy...Her breasts were quite large and she usually massaged them for a while before putting on a bra and moving away from the window - leaving me hard, horny, naked, and stroking just out of view of the window.  A couple of times I saw her on a weekend, mid-morning.  She seemed to be ready to go into her usual routine but then - maybe she saw that I was watching - I hoped so...because she jumped up, rather inelegantly, apparently trying to show her bush as well as her boobs.  She struggled, but a couple of times I did see the top of her thick, dark pubes and shot my load.

Watching her triggered my own desire to expose myself, which continues to this day - 50 years on.  Whenever I was alone in the house at night I indulged in increasingly risky nudity.  Usually this involved walking around the upstairs of the house with lights out and all curtains open. As I grew bolder and more turned on I would stand closer and closer to the window, stroking my erection until I came.  The next step was huge: I decided that I needed to take my kink outside. Now, there were houses very close to ours - just a few yards away on each side and behind.  Across a narrow road, another row of houses - all two floors high.  My first naked trip outside didn't last long.  It was after midnight, dark except for street lights at the front of the house.  I stepped out of the back door completely naked and hard at the thought of what I was doing.  I managed about four steps into the yard before being overtaken by the most explosive orgasm I had ever experienced.  Still shaking from the shear thril, I scurried back into the house and cleaned up.  I knew then that this would be a lifelong adventure.