Being Watched Is The Best Way To Get Off! – #Erotica

Being watched is my favorite game!  Wanna play with me?

Being watched had always turned me on.  It started when I was a teenager and would spend the night at my best friend’s house. She had a twin brother that was exactly the same age as me and I loved knowing that he was sneaking peeks of me when I would spend the night at her house for sleepovers. I’d come out of her bedroom dressed in my nightie deliberately leaving my robe off and scuff innocently across the living room floor as he watched TV knowing he was checking out my ass from behind as I walked by. I’m not going to lie and say that I also didn’t enjoy sort of accidentally on purpose leaving the bathroom door slightly ajar when I would undress for the night for a shower while staying there too. Knowing he had to walk by to get to his room.  I’d smile to myself as I pretended not to know that he caught a glimpse of my naked body through the slight 1-inch crack of their bathroom door that was left there deliberately to tease him with. It was the youngest form of being watched that I could indulge in without really getting caught. It was my silent sinful pleasure and I perpetually teased my friend’s brother throughout the last years of high school to feed my need to be watched.

Then there was the boy who lived two houses down that secretly had a crush on me. I decided to indulge my fetish of being watched while giving him a little show while home from college one summer. I knew he always used to peep in my windows, and this time I would give him a little something to peep at. It was a warm summer night; the stars were filling the sky. I pushed the curtains open on my bedroom window and smiled as I looked down and just as I expected found my peeping neighbor looking right up at me from a chair in his backyard. It was warm and my body was sticky with sweat. I slowly unbuttoned the buttons of my white oversized blouse I was lounging in and with dim golden light shining on my dewy skin I ran my fingers down my chest, between my full cleavage, down over my belly and under the skinny straps of my panties resting on the curves of my hips. I giggled a little as I pulled them down, knowing I was being a bad girl undressing while being watched by the neighbor, but I liked it. It turned me on so much that I slid my fingers between my legs and began stroking my swollen eager pussy.  Slowly I touched myself, every now and then reaching up to tweak my hardened nipples as my back arched from the rapid movements of my fingers between my legs. That night while being watched by my neighbor I came harder than I probably ever had in my life and from then on nothing turned me on like being seen during private moments.

I sought out these experiences every chance I got from then on out, finding places to “accidentally” expose a breast or nipple. Or give a quick flash of my sensual private area between my legs as I stepped out of a car.  Giving quick glimpses up my skirt as I sat on the stairs and read a book outside the library knowing I was being watched by the man passing by as I did. I think about all the moments I was watched and I lay in bed at night and touch myself as I do. It was all I really wanted, nothing turned me on quite like it. One of my favorite memories of indulging in my most beloved pastime, of being watched was once when I went to get an MRI. The MRI technician was so hot, he handed me scrubs and asked me to change behind a curtain for the test, and I wasn’t about to ignore the chemistry that had clearly been going on between us since the moment he led me back there with him. I pulled the curtain open slightly after I was already half naked and I giggled and covered my mouth and said “oops!” as if it was a mistake when there face-to-face, I stood with a very flushed MRI tech taking in every inch of my body in only a cute pair of white frilly panties.

I winked at him and held a finger to my mouth indicating for him to be quiet and enjoy the show. I could see that he swallowed hard and was moving nervously as if trying to stop me but it was too late. My hand was between my legs and I was leaning back against the wall, with my thighs slightly parted I indulged in the sensation of my fingers tracing my clit and wet pussy lips, stroking myself rapidly until I came with body shaking quivers all while being watched by the MRI tech through the crack in the curtain. “It’s a fantasy of mine I hope you enjoyed it to! Let’s keep it our little secret.” I said winking at him as I slipped into the hospital gown to head over for my test, nice and relaxed from my orgasm and with a bit of a rush from the adrenaline of being watched while having it.

My next favorite memory of being watched was during a part-time job I had at a bakery at night during college.  I would come in alone and prepare batches of batter, cookies, etc., at night. It was a small mom-and-pop bakery and they had a hot maintenance man that came in late every Wednesday night. We’d say hi but mostly just go about our business, he was kind of on the quiet and shy side, and it made me want to play with him even more. This particular night I was feeling really frisky. He was working on something in the other room, but could see me through a small opening in a window that separated the two areas. “Oh no, I got batter all over my new shirt!” I said sort of under my breath and to myself, but loud enough for him to hear in the other room. Then as if he wasn’t even there, I began unbuttoning my top dropping it into the big metal sink in front of me.  I turned my head to the side and smiled knowing he was watching and pretended to be innocently taking care of my mess.

“Oh no! Silly me I got the batter in my panties too!” I said with a naughty smile as I pulled them off from under my skirt and dropped them in the big sink along with my blouse. Every so often I’d make sure that my friend the hot maintenance man was still watching me and though he pretended not to be he didn’t seem to miss a moment of my show.  And that’s good because the best part was about to come! I lifted myself up onto the counter to sit on the side of the sink and placed my feet down inside.  I took the sprayer and began washing the mess from my top and panties giggling as the stream from the sprayer soaked my bare toes and legs. Then I began moaning as I enjoyed the feeling of the warm water traveling up my legs to my upper thighs, stopping the sprayer where the sensations were the most pleasurable. I closed my eyes and leaned my head back slowly moving the sprayer up and down, up and down, up and down over my clit, discreetly glancing every so often to make sure my hot maintenance guy friend was still watching the show.

As waves of pleasure rushed through my body, they were accentuated by the fact that I was being watched while getting off on the water sprayer’s pressure pulsing against my sensitive and rapidly building orgasm filled pussy.  I moaned loudly now unable to hold back my body’s natural response to the pleasure of the water pounding against me.  My thighs quivered, my toes curled, my eyes roll back in my head and I screamed out: “YESSS!” As I came so hard all while being watched by the bakery’s maintenance man. He could pretend he didn’t see me, but it’s okay because all I wanted was to cum in a naughty way in front of him. And that is exactly what I did!   I’ve always love being watched, and I’m always looking for new ways to feed my fetish. Maybe one day you’ll be a part of it!