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The following is completely fictional and is not based on any real person in whole or in part. It is intended for persons who are of legal age and consent to read this. If this does not include you please do not continue.


If you are easily offended please do not continue.

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The Chronicles of Exhibitionism Part I (exhib, M g)



I don't remember exactly where I was when I discovered that girls often leave their curtains open

at night, but I think I just happened to be driving by a house late one night and just happened 

to catch a glimpse of a topless girl changing shirts. I believe that started it all.

I was in high school then and for years afterward I would often troll around the countryside 

looking for similar opportunities. Girl's bedrooms are easy to spot. What developed was a routine 
that spanned hundreds of miles every night. I knew where I needed to be at any given time. It 
wasn't exact but I knew who stayed up late and who turned in early. I was a peeping tom.

I would cruise by a given house until the bedroom light came on then kill the lights on my car 
and quietly roll to a stop on the side of the road. With a pair of binoculars, I would watch from 
a safe distance while some hot young girl changed clothes. Sometimes they would be just getting 
out of the shower and already naked. Other times they would try on clothes for hours deciding 
what to wear tomorrow.

These opportunities were usually short lived and I would be on to the next house. Sometimes I 
would just miss an opportunity. Sometimes I would sit on the side of the road for hours with no 
results at all. Overall, I had many great glimpses but the time and gas invested in such an 
endeavor far outweighs the reward.



I lived in a trailer park back then and I was able to watch several neighbors at various times. 
The girl who lived across the road was about 14 when I started watching her get ready for school 
in the mornings. She would close her blinds at night before getting read for bed but then open 
them in the morning before getting in the shower. The mornings were still dark enough that I was 
able to see her in just her towel. Then she would dry her hair with it while I watched her 
budding breasts bouncing.

Next door there was another girl- younger. I think she was about twelve. There was actually a 
window in her shower and I could see her every night while she showered.

What started me down the path of exhibitionism though happened here as well- or almost happened. 
One evening as I was getting out of the shower I heard the giggling little voices of the neighbor 
girl and one of her friends right outside my bedroom window. My blinds were closed, so I peeked 
out to see the two of them walking through my yard on their way to the other's house. Their 
passing was completely innocent and they didn't see anything, but I suddenly found myself wishing 
they would come back by my window. In that instant I realized that I could open my blinds just 
slightly and pretend to be just getting out of the shower. I was rock hard at the thought of 
putting on a show for these girls. Unfortunately, they did not return that way and the 
opportunity never presented itself again. From that moment on, I knew I wanted to flash.



My opportunity would come years later after I had moved into a new house with my new wife. I 
quickly realized that there was a bedroom window directly across from ours that was occupied by 
the neighbor's daughter. She would have been thirteen at the time. Her family was very religious 
and all the women in the house wore long skirts. I was told that they did not own a TV. The 
daughter left her blinds open all the time so I left ours closed. For a while I watched every 
night as the girl posed naked for herself in front of her bedroom mirror. The window was too high 
and no matter what I did, I could only see from about her waist and up. She would squeeze her 
breasts as if she were fascinated with them. I was for a little while. Quite frankly, I became 
bored.

One evening after I had gotten out of the shower and was drying off, I walked into the bedroom 
where my wife had been taking a nap and realized that our bedroom curtains were wide open. Our 
headboard was directly below the bedroom window and I could see our young neighbor brushing her 
hair (clothed tonight). I turned on the light and my wife began making sexual innuendos at me. I 
began doing a sexy little dance with my towel for her, but really I was watching our neighbor 
through the windows. By this time, she had caught on that she could see into our bedroom but was 
very nonchalant about it- only stealing glances. Then came the moment of truth. My cock was 
straining against the towel I had still wrapped around my waist and I finally set it free. I 
pulled the front of my towel completely off, my cock sprang into view, and the girl in the window 
reacted. Simultaneously, her mouth dropped open, she ran to her light switch and turned it off. 
From that point forward I stood completely naked in front of the bedroom window knowing that she 
was watching my every move.

My wife moved to the foot of the bed and took my cock into her mouth. It was all I could do not 
to explode knowing that this girl was watching everything. After a few minutes, I laid down on 
the bed and let my wife ride me to orgasm.  

Several things changed after that. The neighbor girl realized that we could see into her room at 
night and she started closing her blinds. As soon as her bedroom light went out, however, she 
would open them again. Since my wife usually worked at night, I would wait for her light to go 
out, her blinds to open, then I would turn on my bedroom light and enter my bedroom in nothing 
but a towel. I would lay on the bed and stroke myself through my towel until I couldn't stand it 
anymore. Then I would release the towel, expose my eight inch cock and stroke it until I blew my 
load. This went on until we finally moved.


To Be Continued.....




