Roofers were replacing our roof. My husband was gone. We have skylights, one is over our bedroom. I pointed a little mirror toward the skylight so I could see it from the bed. Then I took off my clothes, got on the bed on my hands and knees with my face down in the pillow and I looked at the mirror. I stared at mirror watching for faces to appear. While I waited my hand reached back between my legs and I began doing myself, keeping an eye toward the mirror. Then I saw a face looking down and disappearing, then it came back and went away again, then two faces, then more faces. I never felt as naked as I felt with them looking down at me and watching me pleasuring myself.
I always end my time with my vibrator penis, when I finally got it into place I saw some smirks on their faces, but I didn't care. I let my body take over from the waves of pleasure it gave me and for those minutes I felt glad to have my most intimate secrets being revealed to their eyes.
After awhile the feeling of pleasure ebbed away and in its place came more and more regret.
The days before this I always brought ice cold soda's for the roofers. I didn't want to do that on that day but I decided that if I didn't that they might think that I knew that they had watched me. When I came out with the soda's not one of them said a word, but I did see tiny little smiles on two of their faces and I knew what they were thinking.
I don't know why I did that, maybe because my husband is gone so much. I won't do it again because now I know how I'll feel afterwards. Strange how desire can sometimes over rule common sense.