I've never seen him, but I can feel him. I can feel his eyes on my body. I can feel his passion, his desire for me. Oh god, I love that feeling.
It all started a few weeks ago. I got home late from work one evening. The trains had been a nightmare for some reason and I was feeling tense when I eventually got home. Simon was busy in the kitchen cooking dinner so I went straight upstairs and got into a steaming shower. It felt so good to let the stresses and strains of the day wash away. After an age I stepped out of the shower, wrapped the large soft towel around me and headed into the bedroom.
Our gorgeous house backs onto some lovely woodlands, which at first made me feel a little uneasy, but now I find quite comforting, being that close to nature. This time of year it gets dark so early and by now it was pitch black outside. I went to the bedside table and switched on the lamp. I never put the main light on, preferring the softer glow of the lamps. I walked over at the large picture window and was about to reach for the curtains, when something caught my eye. I saw, or perhaps I just thought I saw, a reflection of something coming from the trees at the end of the garden. I paused. Was someone out there, watching me?
What happened next surprised even me. The thought that someone might be out there, watching me right at that moment sent a electric spark running up and down my spine. There were butterflies in my stomach, and a warm rushing between my thighs. I'd never thought about that before. I'd never once even hinted at being an exhibitionist, but right then the feeling overtook me. In a instant I decided to not let on that I'd seen anything.
I turned to face the full length mirror and let my towel fall to the floor. Now I may well be in my mid thirties, but I'm very proud of my tight young looking body. My breasts are high and firm, my stomach flat and my arse is peachy round. With my wet hair falling around my shoulders, I started to brush my hands over my chest, all the while imagining what he outside was thinking, what he was seeing, how it was turning him on.