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13/04/2009
Since I was young I have been an exhibitionist/voyuer. It has always been a thrill for me to be naked and somewhere that I could be caught.
We lived across the street from a woman in her early 50's that I thought was really attractive. I only knew that she was retired and a widow, but I didn't know anything else about her. I would get naked in my bedroom and leave the curtains open, or sometimes I would go in the back yard and look over the brick wall as she would work in her yard. She never noticed me in my room, and there was no way she could see me in my back yard. It was very exciting to look at her while I was naked, but for some reason I wanted her to see me too.
One day I decided I would go into the back yard, and I would climb the wall and run through the front yard to my front door. It wa very thrilling as we lived on a corner, and I would have to run down the sidewalk next to a 6 foot brick wall into the yard, and then into the house. I saw our neighbor working in her flower bed, and I knew my time was right. I undressed in my room and went to the back door of our house. I was already starting to get erect just thinking that she might see me. I went out in the back yard and I climbed over the fence. I ran down the sidewalk, through the grass, and into our front door. I watched her as I was running, but she didn't turn to look. I tried two more times to jump the wall and run to the door, but she never turned to look. I had never been caught naked before, but I really was thrilled at the idea of her seeing me. I decided I was running to fast, and not making enough noise. I went for my fourth and final attempt, and I had devised a new game plan. I went through the back yard, and I jumped the wall as I had previously done. When I landed, I tried to let out a small grunt to let her know I was there. She still didn't look. I started to walk slowly, and I was nervous that the other houses on the street may have someone looking at me through their windows. I got to the edge of the grass of our front yard, and the woman still had her back to me. I wasn't sure if maybe she looked and she was trying to ignore me, I might have missed her glance. I wanted to be sure, so I made a coughing noise as if I was clearing my throat. My heart was pounding, the adrenaline was pumping through my body, and my hands were shaking with anticipation and fear. I tried not to look directly at her as I slowly walked through the grass. Time felt as if it slowed down, and every second felt like a minute. I watcher her through my peripheral view, and I saw her sun hat start to turn to the side. She looked directly at me as I was walking through the grass. I noticed her body turning towards me as she stood up watching my every move. I walked to the front door, and went in the house. I quickly locked the front door, and then I ran to my room to look through the window. I was peeking from the side of the window to try to keep myself concealed. I saw that she was standing in the same spot looking at my house for what seemed like minutes. I had accomplished my goal of being seen outside by her. It was the most amazing rush of my life. As I peered out the window, she started walking towards my house. Panic began to set in, and I began to think I had made the biggest mistake of my life. I dropped to the floor and crawled over to my closet. I began to realize that she might tell my parents what I had done, or worse, she might call the police. I closed the closet door, trying to hide in the dark. Then I heard a knock at the door. I grabbed my bathrobe and quickly put it on. I decided that it would be better to answer the door and try to deal with the matter myself than to deal with the police or my parents. I went to the door and opened it a few inches to find the woman standing at my doorstep. My heart was beating faster than it ever had before, and I felt my whole body shaking. The woman said, "Was that you walking through the yard a few moments ago?" My mind started to race, and I wasn't sure what to do. Should I lie and deny that I had been out of the house? Should I make up a story to try to cover up my intentions? Or should I just tell the truth and hope that she didn't tell the cops or my parents that I was a derelict? I decided to lie.... I told her that I had just jumped out of the shower to answer the door, and my friend made me come to the side of the house to look at his new car. I told her that I had a towel around me as I walked out, and he snatched it and ran as I was standing there. She asked my why she didn't see anyone running, and why there were no cars at the side of the house. Like every 13 year old kid, I tried to compound my lie with another lie. I told her that he must have come back to get the car, and he must have driven it away. She just stood there looking at me. It seemed like 10 minutes that she was there, but it was probably only a few seconds. She asked if my parents were home. I realized that this was a huge mistake. I imagined myself in jail or being sent to a military school. I looked her square in the eyes, and I pleaded for my life. I told her that I had seen her working in the yard, and that I thought she was pretty. I pled with her to not call the police, and to not tell my parents. I promised that I would never do it again. She looked at me and smiled. She simply said,"maybe you just need to let me know before you do it next time. I might want a better look." She turned and walked away. I never made eye contact with her again.
We lived across the street from a woman in her early 50's that I thought was really attractive. I only knew that she was retired and a widow, but I didn't know anything else about her. I would get naked in my bedroom and leave the curtains open, or sometimes I would go in the back yard and look over the brick wall as she would work in her yard. She never noticed me in my room, and there was no way she could see me in my back yard. It was very exciting to look at her while I was naked, but for some reason I wanted her to see me too.
One day I decided I would go into the back yard, and I would climb the wall and run through the front yard to my front door. It wa very thrilling as we lived on a corner, and I would have to run down the sidewalk next to a 6 foot brick wall into the yard, and then into the house. I saw our neighbor working in her flower bed, and I knew my time was right. I undressed in my room and went to the back door of our house. I was already starting to get erect just thinking that she might see me. I went out in the back yard and I climbed over the fence. I ran down the sidewalk, through the grass, and into our front door. I watched her as I was running, but she didn't turn to look. I tried two more times to jump the wall and run to the door, but she never turned to look. I had never been caught naked before, but I really was thrilled at the idea of her seeing me. I decided I was running to fast, and not making enough noise. I went for my fourth and final attempt, and I had devised a new game plan. I went through the back yard, and I jumped the wall as I had previously done. When I landed, I tried to let out a small grunt to let her know I was there. She still didn't look. I started to walk slowly, and I was nervous that the other houses on the street may have someone looking at me through their windows. I got to the edge of the grass of our front yard, and the woman still had her back to me. I wasn't sure if maybe she looked and she was trying to ignore me, I might have missed her glance. I wanted to be sure, so I made a coughing noise as if I was clearing my throat. My heart was pounding, the adrenaline was pumping through my body, and my hands were shaking with anticipation and fear. I tried not to look directly at her as I slowly walked through the grass. Time felt as if it slowed down, and every second felt like a minute. I watcher her through my peripheral view, and I saw her sun hat start to turn to the side. She looked directly at me as I was walking through the grass. I noticed her body turning towards me as she stood up watching my every move. I walked to the front door, and went in the house. I quickly locked the front door, and then I ran to my room to look through the window. I was peeking from the side of the window to try to keep myself concealed. I saw that she was standing in the same spot looking at my house for what seemed like minutes. I had accomplished my goal of being seen outside by her. It was the most amazing rush of my life. As I peered out the window, she started walking towards my house. Panic began to set in, and I began to think I had made the biggest mistake of my life. I dropped to the floor and crawled over to my closet. I began to realize that she might tell my parents what I had done, or worse, she might call the police. I closed the closet door, trying to hide in the dark. Then I heard a knock at the door. I grabbed my bathrobe and quickly put it on. I decided that it would be better to answer the door and try to deal with the matter myself than to deal with the police or my parents. I went to the door and opened it a few inches to find the woman standing at my doorstep. My heart was beating faster than it ever had before, and I felt my whole body shaking. The woman said, "Was that you walking through the yard a few moments ago?" My mind started to race, and I wasn't sure what to do. Should I lie and deny that I had been out of the house? Should I make up a story to try to cover up my intentions? Or should I just tell the truth and hope that she didn't tell the cops or my parents that I was a derelict? I decided to lie.... I told her that I had just jumped out of the shower to answer the door, and my friend made me come to the side of the house to look at his new car. I told her that I had a towel around me as I walked out, and he snatched it and ran as I was standing there. She asked my why she didn't see anyone running, and why there were no cars at the side of the house. Like every 13 year old kid, I tried to compound my lie with another lie. I told her that he must have come back to get the car, and he must have driven it away. She just stood there looking at me. It seemed like 10 minutes that she was there, but it was probably only a few seconds. She asked if my parents were home. I realized that this was a huge mistake. I imagined myself in jail or being sent to a military school. I looked her square in the eyes, and I pleaded for my life. I told her that I had seen her working in the yard, and that I thought she was pretty. I pled with her to not call the police, and to not tell my parents. I promised that I would never do it again. She looked at me and smiled. She simply said,"maybe you just need to let me know before you do it next time. I might want a better look." She turned and walked away. I never made eye contact with her again.
Poster:
TK
