I never dreamed that one day I would be writing this, as much as I never dreamed that I would have done the things I've done. This is how it all started.
I'm an exhibitionist and I found out about myself as a coincidence.
Several years ago my husband (Ben) and I lived on the 20th floor in a high rise apartment. One day when I got home from work, I was looking at the stormy sky from my bedroom window when I noticed movement from a window across the street in another high rise. I realized I was being watched. I immediately closed the drapes and sat on my bed thinking why someone was watching me. I called my husband to tell him. His reply was, "Calm down, it's probably a peeping tom.” I hadn't even thought that and felt a little naive. But I kept the drapes closed anyway.
About a week later I was about to change out of my work clothes when I realized the drapes were open and went to close them when a very strange, naughty thought ran through my mind: “So what, let them watch.” That was the beginning.
That first time, I took off my blouse and skirt but left on my underwear. I walked around my room for a while doing little things. Straightening pictures, fluffing the pillows, just things to look busy. I didn't want whoever was watching to know I knew. I put on my jeans and top and moved on with my afternoon.
I actually forgot about my little stunt until later that night when we were both reading in bed. I told Ben, and at first I didn't understand, but it turned him on. He even asked me to show him what I did. When I realized he was getting off on this, I feigned anger, but said okay when he gave me his pout face.
I first had to put on my bra and panties and put on my work clothes. He wanted a complete reenactment. I opened the drapes and spent some time looking at the sky. I took off my top and skirt and did what I had done earlier. I walked around for about ten minutes. Ben was lying in bed with the sheet covering him. It didn't take long to realize he was getting hard.