Being a Voyeur and an Exhibitionist. by Fridagirl.

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Being a Voyeur and an Exhibitionist. by Fridagirl.I was twenty six and starting all over again. I had walked out on my cheating husband and moved to another part of the country having taken up new employment. I wanted a break away from people I knew and to find myself as I used to be, not the person I was slowly turned into.I was less outgoing and tended to stay home at night, home being a single bedsit with a living room and a bedroom, in a run down dilapidated area, where people seemed to keep to themselves, which was in keeping with my moods.I had been living there for eight months and seriously, time went by, and I hardly knew anyone, my only company was my small TV and my radio.I had no social life and knew no one my age group and even after all this time had never had a night out, choosing instead, to just close my front door and read, paint, or on occasions, watch TV.One day I came home to find the small landing full of boxes, it appeared someone else was moving in next door and I realised, for the first time it was a front door.I had seen it to the extent, I never saw it. it was there in plain site but I never looked in its direction, I just put my key in my door turned and went in, I had no interest in it or knew my neighbours, there was nothing in my life to drew me to other people.I had to move some of the boxes to get to my door and as I did so, there was a man who came up the stairwell carrying boxes, “Sorry, I am moving in”, he said, with a slight accent, which I could not place.I smiled in return, meekly more because I was disinterested, but when I opened my door, and closed it, I reached for the spy-hole, to look through and study him.he was younger than myself, he had a Mediterranean look about him and I felt my eyes drawn down his muscular body to his crotch, and a strange awakening came over me. It had been fully eighteen months since I last had sex, and eight months since I had the urge to masturbate, and now, living on my own, I had a neighbour next door to me, and he was hot.Three more weeks had passed and I never met him or heard him and I soon forgot about him until one night I heard laughter outside my front door.I jumped off my couch and ran to the front door and peeked through the spy-hole, he was there and with a very pretty dark haired girl, they sounded as if they had been drinking and now they ataşehir escort were making out in full view of my spy-hole.I felt an urge deep inside me reaching out for him, my body was coming alive and there was something exciting about this young man, and as thy kissed, she turned and her breast popped out from her low cut top, and I watched breathlessly as he suckled on her tit and grabbed her crotch.her face was contorted, a mixture of pain and pleasure, I felt the same as I undid my waist belt and forced my hand down between my legs and moved in unison with them, my eye watering with the strain of staring.I felt my pussy wetting and as I was starting, they went inside laughing and closed their door, leaving me feeling lonely and embarrassed at my amateurish voyeurism. I undressed and went to my bedroom to close the curtain, my light was out so here was no fear of being seen myself and as I reached to close the gap my eyes were drawn to my neighbour next door again, she was pouring wine into two glasses and he came in behind her, and pressed against her, kissing her neck and grabbing her tits, as she continued to fill both glasses.Then they walked back out and into their living room. I closed the curtain and lay in bed, as the sounds slowly filtered out, they were fucking, and they both drove me crazy, lying there naked, eyes closed, and visualising their bodies enmeshed in copulation.My alarm went off at six and the first thing I did was peek through my curtains to catch a look at him, but everything was dark.After work I sat and ate a microwave meal, and was almost finished, when I heard them again and my heart pounded.They were fucking and it was right behind where I sat, so loud I could have been sitting there with them.I got up and eased my small settee away from the wall and pressed my ear to it, they were up against the wall, so close I could hear her breathing, and then her gasp, as he pushed into her body, it was as if she was breathing into my ear as he fucked her, the walls were of paper and I started masturbating myself a I listened to their sex.My eyes drifted across the old wallpaper and I saw an imperfection, a small tear, so I reached across and pulled it and as it tore some more the plaster came with it.I could hear more and more as they fucked, it was wild and all I could think üsküdar escort was to see them and join in. As I was bewitched with my sexual sense of urgency, I pulled the paper again and was shocked to see a crack of light pour in, and so I stopped, held my breath and brought my eye to bear, and there they were, naked and humping.I gasped, after all this time I was seeing, what I had given up on, in all its naked splendour, my celibacy exploded in my face, but more importantly, I had my spy hole into his flat, I did not feel shame, as a woman I felt the right to watch, after all I had to listen to them.For the next four weeks I waited and watched, they fucked like bunny rabbits, and I watched them through my rear window into their kitchen and through my spy hole in my living room wall. I knew every inch of his naked body and decided I needed to have him also, after all even though we rarely if ever spoke, he knew of my existence, and I was sure he could hear me as easily as heard him and them.One evening I was sitting painting a small landscape, when there was a knock on my front door. I went quietly and peeped out and saw it was him. I ran to my bedroom, tore off my clothes, and put on a short house coat, I knew he would be able to see me with ease, and I went back and opened the front door.I was so glad to see he liked what he saw, “Can I borrow a bottle opener”, he asked? I was wanting more, like an invite to join them, but he clearly was not going to ask me in, so I went to my kitchen drawer and found the opener he wanted, and handed it to him, as my coat opened up and he stared at my breasts and pussy.I made no effort to cover myself, it was now or never, but he turned and fled, leaving me feeling cheap and pathetic and I was angry, for within an hour they were fucking again and laughing, and I wondered if they were laughing at me and my attempt to make him fuck me.I was awoken early in the morning by their shouting, and I sat up in bed to listen. She was screaming at him and it culminated in her storming out and slamming the door shut and I never saw her for two more weeks.At night I could hear him jacking off, and on one occasion I made myself up and knocked his front door, with a jar of cookies.He answered it and his face fell when he saw it was me, “What do you want”, he asked me angrily? I tried çekmeköy escort to explain I made cookies and too many of them, and I thought he might like some, but he said, “No” and just closed the door in my face.When I went back inside my own home I could hear him still going at it, that made me feel very inadequate.A few more days had passed when I heard a commotion at my front door yet again and when I peered out through my spy-hole, she was back, but they were arguing, I think she had come back for her things.I decided to go out and confront them for all the noise and when I opened the front door, she just stared at me as I was behind him. When he saw she was looking over his shoulder he spun around to confront me, “This is private”, he bellowed, “leave us alone”, he added as he turned back to her.I had had enough of his shit, “Private”, I shouted back at him, “it’s passed being private when you fuck her every ten minutes, or wank yourself silly, we all fucking hear you”.I turned and walked back inside and as the door closed I looked through the peep hole and saw her run down the stairs. I never saw her again.The following week I bathed and got dried and sat down to watch a little TV, and then went to bed. I got up for work the next morning and pulled on my short house coat, stretched and went to my window and opened the curtains and looked out into the early morning.It was still darkish outside and as I stood I could see my dim reflection in the glass, and I stepped up to the window and pressed my nipple to the cold glass, and as I did so, caught a movement in my periphery and turned to see him looking at me through a pair of binoculars.I stared at him as he brought his glasses down, but like me he just stared. I felt nothing at that moment, he was voyeuring me for a change. I looked ahead then without fear or concern I let my house coat slip from my shoulders and stood stark naked, making sure he saw everything.After five minutes I turned to face him full frontal, smiled openly and went to my front door, opened it and knocked heavily on his door, still naked and past caring.He opened it and brushed past him, turned and grabbed him, pulling him down onto his floor, and listened to my own screams and grunts of appreciation, as I ground down on his cock holding him down on his back, my ass making circular movements until everything cummed at once.I wonder if you men reading my story have ever had a similar experience with a girl like myself, flashing and teasing and wanting sex. If so, I would like to know. Please say so in the comments after this story. Thank you in advance, Love Frida.

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