1 comments/ 46059 views/ 6 favorites My Exhibitionist Neighbor By: youngconcubine Her name was Sophie and hers were the very first tits I ever saw in real life. It was a moment I will never forget. I was your typical hormone-riddled 18 year old. I was constantly playing with myself and trying to find new ways to turn myself on...the exception was that I was a girl. I sometimes wondered if I had somehow inherited the hormones of a teenage boy, yet I was thankful that I didn't have the constant problem of an erection to give my horniness away in public. I could enjoy my pleasure in secret, with no one the wiser as to what put the smile on my face. During my senior year of high school, I discovered my Dad's secret Penthouse magazine stash. I was immediately fascinated and couldn't help getting wet looking at the beautiful, exposed women within its pages. I loved seeing a pussy spread wide open and a dirty smile on the model's face. Every time I was left alone, even for just a few minutes, I would sneak downstairs to grab the nearest magazine and indulge in the kinky beauty of the pictorials. I especially loved the lesbian scenes—-watching a woman stick her tongue inside another girl's pussy sent me into a tizzy of pleasure. Because I was a girl, and sex is not a subject that most young girls talk about with each other, I learned to enjoy these exhilarating moments in private. Often I would get naked and rub my bare pussy up against the arm of my couch or the corner of my bed. I enjoyed exploring my body...figuring out what felt good and what didn't. I loved to insert different household items into my aching vagina—-a spatula, my hairbrush handle, a shampoo bottle...you name it and I tried to stick it inside of me. I wanted to practice what it would feel like to have a cock, fingers or tongue pleasuring me so I would know how to react when it happened in real life. Many of the pictorials or sex stories I read in Penthouse depicted people secretly watching other people in their most private moments. A woman walked into a room to find her male friend jerking off, or a man stepped out onto his patio only to discover that his female neighbor's window was open and she was changing clothes. I became fascinated with these scenarios and began to try them out on my own. During the summer after my senior year of high school I had the luxury of a lot of alone time. While my parents were at work all day I could do as I pleased. I would start my day by waking up and immediately removing all of my clothing. Once I was naked, I went around the house and opened all the windows and blinds. I then went about my morning as usual...making breakfast, cleaning the kitchen, tidying up my room...hoping that someone passing by or a neighbor might catch a glimpse of my nakedness and watch me as the people in the stories did. It was on one of these naked days that I discovered I was not the only exhibitionist in the neighborhood. As I sat sipping coffee and gazing out my patio door at the sunny day, I saw my next door neighbor, who was home from college for the summer, laying on her pool deck in a skimpy bikini. I couldn't help myself. I ran to my room, threw on a bikini top and skirt and bolted into my backyard to get a better look at her. At first, I didn't know what to do. I tried to be as quiet as possible, sneaking to the edge of my yard and staring at her through the fence. She definitely couldn't see me from this vantage point and a voyeuristic excitement started to grow inside of me. I could feel my pussy getting hot and wet, so I decided I just might be able to get away with masturbating outside without her noticing. As I slipped my taut, perky breasts outside of my bikini I watched her sit up, reach back, and untie her top. I held my breath, sure that she would lay down on her stomach to hide her exposed chest from my view, but instead she slid the straps off of her shoulders and took the top off completely. My breath stopped, my heart jumped, and an electric shock of heat jolted right down to my already wet vagina. And there, sticking out with pride, were the very first pair of tits that I would lay eyes on. They were perfect....different from my own and yet similar at the same time. Hers were slightly larger, the nipples a bit wider and more brown than my pink nubs. My eyes tried to suck in every detail of what I was seeing. I wanted to touch her tits, to bounce them, to pinch her hard nipples in between my fingertips. What had begun as a sneaky voyeur episode was quickly becoming much more than I imagined it could be.... To be continued... My Exhibitionist Neighbor Ch. 02 And now, her first voyeuristic adventure continues... ************** I stood there staring at her naked breasts with my mouth hanging open. I had never seen such incredible beauty before. Sophie adjusted herself on her sunbathing mat, laying down on her back so the sun could hit every part of her front side. Although I was practically frozen in place, I realized that I could get a better view if I was able to sneak into her yard...and I was desperate enough to try it. What's the worst that could happen? She catches me and I run away? Or would I stay and take the next step? I convinced myself that she must want to be caught exposed this way otherwise she wouldn't be doing it. I mustered up the nerve to move closer to the gate entrance to her yard, keeping a close eye on her just in case she gave any indication of knowing I was there. She seemed completely oblivious to my intrusion so I kept going. As I reached the gate, I discovered it was unlocked and unlatched - mere coincidence or something more? I looked up once again to make sure Sophie hadn't moved and was pleased to find her still laying face up on the pool deck with those luscious tits exposed. God, if only I could get close enough to touch them. I sighed and let my libido lead the way, inching closer and closer, thankful for the dense line of trees along the fence-line that blocked me from her immediate vision. As I creeped up to the pool deck I began to hear a sweet, low moan...it was a light, expectant noise, the kind that makes you yearn for satisfaction. Upon hearing this, I felt my body sizzle in anticipation and I could hardly contain my excitement. I knew exactly what Sophie needed and my tongue was eager to give it to her. Slowly, I peeked my eyes above the deck, expecting to be discovered at any moment, and finally I beheld the object of my voyeurism up close and personal. She was absolutely magnificent - her tan skin glowing in the bright sunshine, her full slips slightly parted and begging to be kissed, her right hand caressing one of her naked breasts...squeezing, rubbing, pinching...her left hand moved lovingly down her tummy and reached her bikini bottom, but she didn't seem ready to allow her pussy any pleasure just yet. I listened intently as her breath became quicker and heavier, and I tried to pace my breaths with her own. The heat radiating from my vagina was becoming nearly unbearable, my juices began to moisten my inner thighs, and I knew I needed to make a decision on my next move but the intensity of my desire was befuddling my brain. At that moment, my fight or flight instinct kicked in and without thinking, I ran to the open gate as fast as I possibly could and didn't look back. As I reached the safety of my yard, a rush of nervous embarrassment at my reckless behavior flushed my cheeks and sent my heart to racing. What had I just done? The shock of my first voyeur experience had overwhelmed my good senses and caused me to violate Sophie's privacy, and yet I couldn't bring myself to feel any guilt. What I did feel was a fantastic exhilaration...the kind I knew I had to have again, and as soon as possible. Voyeurism and exhibition had become my drug of choice and, without question or shame, I was an addict. With a massive effort, I shut off my brain and gave in to my body's impatient screams for release. I lay down right there in the grass, lifted up my tiny little skirt and plunged a finger into my dripping pussy, moaning and writhing as I finger-fucked myself with abandon. One finger just wasn't enough so a second and third finger joined the action...my tight little cunt had never been so full and it gripped my fingers with the obvious intention of pulling them deeper and deeper inside me. I knew I was close to cumming, so I used a single finger to rub my aching clit...and almost instantly, my orgasm ripped through my entire body. It was an explosion beginning within the depths of my pussy and spread through my stomach, shooting spasms of pleasure from the top of my head to the tips of my toes. As the final waves of tingles began to subside, I realized I had been moaning quite loudly and there was no way Sophie couldn't have heard me, and although I was slightly embarrassed, I wasn't afraid or ashamed. It was thanks to her that I was able to have such an earth-shattering orgasm, and my moans were simply a token of my gratitude. Just as I was about to remove my fingers from my still-throbbing vagina, I heard a giggle and a rustle coming from Sophie's yard...and I realized this was only the first adventure she and I would be having together.