I Loved Being Watched

My childhood bedroom was on the ground floor on the side of the house my family grew up in, with a window facing the back yard but in a way that it was obscured from view by some overgrown bushes, so you couldn't even see there was a window unless you knew one was there. I pretty much always left the blinds open cause I never really thought there was a reason not to. The back of the house was against a hill that sloped up away from the house, but because of the hill, the back of the house was slightly underground, which meant my window was barely above the ground. If you stood up next to it, the top of it was below your head. My bedroom was the only one on the ground floor, everyone else was upstairs so I had a lot of privacy that I appreciate more now than I did then.

Growing up in that room, that's where I learned how to masturbate, where I discovered porn, where I looked in the mirror and watched over time as my breasts grew and my body got hairier. I did love the way I was becoming a woman and I was naked or in my underwear more then I was clothed in my own room. I loved looking at my little boobs as they got bigger, loved touching my body and trying new things, fingers in holes, fingers in the other hole, learned how to make myself cum with my clit. I masturbated a lot, I was horny all the time, every day that I was home from school it was like a ritual, I would undress in front of the mirror, look over my body, squeeze and poke and wiggle my growing boobs and butt imagining a man had his hands on my body before laying in bed and playing with my pussy for so long til I cum then homework, dinner, maybe some family time together but when I'd be back in my room I was naked and playing. I loved when I would get wet and could fuck the hell out of myself with my hairbrush handle.

One night I was doing my usual, after dinner and had probably been naked in my room for an hour, laying in bed fingering myself watching some kind of porn on my laptop and I heard a sound outside my window. I heard sounds out there sometimes, because of the way the bushes concealed the back wall of the house there would be animals out there, usually bunnies or cats but sometimes deer. It was always so dark out there that I couldn't ever see out of the window unless I walked up to it when my lights were on so I got up to go see if there was an animal but when I got to the window, my hands up against it and face almost pressed to it to see what was out there in the dark, the only thing I saw was a man kneeling on the ground looking back at me, his dick in his hand and stroking. We were almost at eye level and before I could process what was happening he sat up on his knees and shot cum all over the window right in front of me, inches from my face and body. I was so startled I didn't know what to think, but after he came he got up and ran off, I just stared at his cum running down my window and masturbated furiously standing there and came so hard.

I started keeping the curtains pulled after that, but every time I would masturbate I would think about him. I would think about opening my window and him coming into my room and having his way with me. Putting his dick in me. Fucking me senseless on my bed. His cum on my body instead of on the window. A few nights later though I left them open, I heard a tapping on the window. I knew it was him, so I went to the window to look close. I was naked and he was sitting there, he looked as old as my dad, jaw open looking at my body. He unbuckled his pants and took his dick out and started stroking. I just stood there in front of my window, rubbing my pussy and squeezing my boobs, watching him stroke his dick. He came fast, shot cum on my window again, but this time sat there stroking still and watching me while I kept going until I had an orgasm and he got up and left.

He kept coming back. I noticed that it was only on Tuesday and Thursday nights, and always at 9. He would make his way over and we would masturbate watching each other. This went on for a few weeks until one day he held up a piece of paper and all it said was "I want to fuck you." I know I shouldn't have but I unlocked and slid my window open, and he came in and told me to lay on the bed. I had never been fucked, I had never even touched a dick but he spread my legs, still wearing all his clothes with his dick out, and put it in me. He fucked me for about 2 minutes before he pulled out and came on my stomach. He said "I better go" and left as quickly as he came in so I closed the window, stood in front of the mirror and just watched as his cum slowly dripped down my body. I was amazed at how much of it stuck in place to my skin. The rest of the night I laid in bed and masturbated looking at his cum on me before cleaning it off and going to sleep.

You can guess, this became our regular routine for a while. He fucked me twice a week almost every week for rest of the year. Once summer started things got crazy.