Oscar and I had little sex. Because of the crisis he ended up getting a depression that I didn't see coming. "Don't worr

Oscar and I had little sex. Because of the crisis he ended up getting a depression that I didn't see coming. "Don't worry, Merche, it's just a downturn. You'll get over it," he told me. And, before I realized it, I already had such a big depression at the top that I had even lost all my sexual appetite. He lost his desire a long time ago. First he started making excuses, like being tired, and then he started to combine that with starting to feel bad, precisely, every weekend night. Then, directly, he told me that we had become routine and that, therefore, it was difficult for him to get ready. Because, now, it was totally impossible for him to take the initiative. And the day he proposed to make one of his fantasies come true, after listening to them, I told him I wasn't crazy. He intended to show me off through the windows of the house, or in front of the webcam, he wanted us to have a threesome or even bring another couple to fuck together at home. Oh well! What's wrong with the monogamous, heterosexual sex that we have in private, honey?! Don't you like the way I suck you?! Is it that I don't put you on anymore?! I don't know about you, but in my house I am the most whore in the universe. Oscar can tell me whatever he wants, do whatever he wants to me, treat me however he wants, and the worse he does it, the bitchier I'll get. But that only happens alone and with the blinds drawn, I blush quite a bit when I think that my moans must have woken up the entire neighborhood. Although, well, maybe this is no longer entirely true... A few weeks ago a series of events began to happen that have brought me to this state of disinhibition in which I find myself and for which I do not recognize myself. Tonight Oscar is going to find out what a good slut with open windows is. All the windows you want. It turns out that the crisis has also affected me and my friend Marta and I have had to leave the premises where we had our handmade jewelry store. So we have focused on online sales and, now, we work from his apartment. We spend the afternoons between computer screens, silver threads, colored stones and a long list of beads and tools with which we carry out our work. We have set up our headquarters in the living room of Marta's apartment because it is a great place to work; Spacious and bright. The room practically has a wall and a half of glass because the doors to the terrace are two large windows on the corner and because, in addition, the railings of the terrace are also made of glass. So we have a lot of light and, incidentally, amazing views of the valley where we live. The building in which the apartment is located has a symmetrical twin next to it, a piece of urban design that, in the end, has only served so that the neighbors of one building and another have perfect control thanks to the large windows. It's not a joke, we see perfectly the neighbor directly in front and the one below. The one above and the one below look nothing but regular, but these two, their entire rooms! Marta has some sheer curtains and curtains all over the window. When we work, we usually draw up the curtains and leave the curtains drawn. Although we open them as we need more light before turning on the lamps. And a couple of weeks ago, one of these weeks when I went to open the curtains to let in more light, I got a surprise from the neighbor across the street. He was lying naked on the sofa with a laptop in front of him, on a small table! That afternoon we did little work, really. We had the fun of spying on the neighbor and talking about sex. Marta and I agreed that that scene was typical of a guy and that we wouldn't do it. Marta told me that, to begin with, if she wanted to walk around her house naked, the first thing she would do would be to draw down, at least, all the curtains. "Oscar would be happy with a house like that," I told him. If it were up to him, like this guy!, naked and visible. Do you know he wants us to do it with the windows open so they can see us? -Well, like all guys, Merche. They get excited by fantasizing about showing us off and seeing how others fuck us. -Well, he hadn't told me that last one. -Well, it is a truth like a temple. Pull his tongue and he'll end up recognizing it. It was impossible for us to concentrate, at least for me. And it's not that I spent the afternoon spying on my neighbor through the curtains, which I only did from time to time, but that my head did nothing but reign and reign asking itself questions and looking for answers. What was so exciting about being seen? Because, to me, no matter how hard I tried, it didn't seem like it. For two afternoons in a row the neighbor was doing exactly the same thing. He would enter his living room naked, turn on his laptop and chat while touching himself. But, on the third time, a girl appeared on the scene. Marta and I went back to spying and forgetting about work. The neighbor and the girl caressed each other, rubbed each other, masturbated and ended up fucking on the couch while we seemed to see them talking to the computer. Would they be cyber fucking someone? The next day Marta left for family reasons to her town and, when we met to give me the keys, she told me that she would be gone for at least a couple of days and that I should move around her house as if it were my own. That she stayed calm because, in this way, she was watched. I went up to the apartment a little later than usual and, when I entered the living room, I found it with the curtains and curtains drawn up. I approached the rope to close the windows overlooking the neighbor's window and, as I did so, the guy saw me. Completely naked, so as not to lose the habit, when he saw me he raised his arm and greeted me casually. I raised my chin a little to return his greeting, but I immediately closed the curtains to stop seeing him. It's not that I didn't want to see him, the truth is that the guy was there to look at him, but that I was embarrassed by the situation. I had no business seeing anyone's sexual experiences. And even less so that no one knew I was watching them. After staying calm, I began to prepare on the work table the tools and materials that I was going to use to make some earrings while I continued to think about sexual thoughts that caused me anxiety. It was then when, looking at the window that overlooked the valley and that was still open, the subject began to get out of hand... There is not a single building in front of that window. Facing south, the view is lost in the leafy valley dotted with some duplex developments and, in the background, the chalets of the city's rich. The urban case is behind me, to the north. I undressed next to the table and stood still looking at the window. My field of vision still showed me the interior of the room and that made me feel safe, protected. But I was curious to know if the feeling of security disappeared or not if I approached the glass and, taking steps of faith, I moved forward until I could no longer see the room and all that appeared before my eyes was an open and infinite space behind the glass. The valley called me. Those views could not be enjoyed in their entirety with a glass in the middle so, don't ask me why, I did not hesitate to open the glass but still stay inside the house. And the truth is that the feeling changed completely. The sights I was enjoying were added to the sounds and, suddenly, it became a completely different world. A world that encouraged me to go out to the terrace to feel it fully. And I was able to get out... I placed my hands on the railing with my arms stretched as a measure to separate myself from her and closed my eyes for a few seconds. The chirping of the birds, the sound of the street below, the open air touching my entire body... That sensation activated a kind of sensitivity enhancer that made me discover levels that I was unaware of. Even the slightest breeze could make my skin crawl. How many of you have had the opportunity to be naked in the middle of nature with total relaxation? What do you understand me? Anyone who has not had the opportunity to feel that sensation should ask themselves the following question: Why did Adam and Eve go naked through paradise? It is a question with many answers, yes, but all with profound conclusions that can bring you closer to the incredible and pleasant sensation that comes from freeing yourself from the need for clothes. Hallucinatory! I opened my eyes again and looked at the building next door. Fortunately the neighbor had no angle of vision to see me but, nevertheless, just after having felt relieved because he couldn't see me, I felt the excitement of what would happen if he saw me. And I got horny. I already told you before that the neighbor was good, right? Well, naked on the terrace, I couldn't help but find a sexual connotation to the scene. And the fantasy of being spied on by the neighbor came to mind. To know that a guy this good wants me but doesn't dare to tell me and that's why he watches me secretly... Ainsss! How dangerous is the need to feel desired... Oscar no longer paid attention to me and the neighbor would surely be happy to do it to me if he had the opportunity. I didn't know what to do. Did I let him see me? Did he give me a handjob and get rid of my horniness so I could think clearly? I entered the living room again and approached the curtains to spy on the neighbor. Surely seeing him again would help me make a decision. He was, as usual, sitting on the couch with the computer on the table. I couldn't imagine that a guy who was as hot as him would waste his time on cybersex. With that body he could go out and hook up with any woman he wanted. -The Internet is for losers –I thought. However, the neighbor was proof that this statement was not true. That statuesque, handsome and well-armed man was available in cyberspace to satisfy the fantasies of those who contacted him. And I began to want to satisfy my own. I walked around the room several times thinking about what to do and how to do it. I had thought about taking the curtain from one end and crossing the entire window with it in my hand to pick it up at the other end. This way I could camouflage myself between the fabric and, if I looked, the most I could see would be my arm, my legs, and the outline of my ass. However, that option did not convince me because I could not keep an eye on him without him realizing that I was watching him. So I chose to take the rope from the rail to pick it up with its mechanism, which stayed next to the chair where I sat to do my work. That way I could spy on him from behind the cloth and he wouldn't see me until the last moment. "You're crazy, Merche," I repeated to myself as I took a breath before starting to pull the rope. As he had assumed, it didn't take long for the neighbor to realize that he was opening the curtains. I saw him through the edge of the window. He had started to pull the rope and he was talking to someone on the computer but he quickly realized that the curtains were moving and he looked this way. I continued pulling the rope. If he stopped right after he looked, he could tell that there was some kind of intentionality. And that had to seem totally natural. There was no turning back… My pulse accelerated and my state of excitement rose a few notches higher. I was sitting on a huge blue rubber ball, with my back to the window, but turned on my left side to pull the rope, looking towards the mechanism of the rail that remained, on a brick wall, right at the edge of where the enormous window began. Little by little the folds of the curtain passed in front of my face until, when the last one had passed, the glass left me, once again, in view of the neighbor. I turned towards the table as if I hadn't seen him while I recovered from the high I had just gotten from being aware that he was seeing me naked. On her back, but naked. I would love to have seen his face at that moment. I imagined what he must have looked like from his couch and I immediately visualized him with his gaze fixed on my ass crack. Clear! Sitting on my back on a rubber ball I have to see a nice ass. To all this, to give you an idea of how close one building is to another, I have to tell you, from your sofa to my ball, there has to be a little more than ten or twelve meters. As if, in a bus, one was at the front and another at the back and there was only glass and air in between. I'm sure he was crazy to be able to meet his gaze with mine... Exactly the same thing happened to me. I was really curious to know what he was doing. If he would be paying attention to me or the computer, where he would be looking at me, what his gaze would tell me. In my mind, his face was that of a man surrendered to my charms who had not been able to avoid getting up from his sofa and approaching his window so he could see me as close as possible. Imagining him like this, with his hands glued to the glass and erect, made me so horny that I felt my first vaginal fluids slide over the ball and slide over the rubber until wetting my thigh. I wanted to do something but I didn't know what. Something that would allow me to lock eyes even for a few moments to see what was happening. I had the feeling that I could feel a spark that connected me with him and I was dying to check it out. I was clear that what I was not going to do was just get up and press my tits against the glass. It didn't seem like an elegant way to make contact, and since I hadn't yet freed myself from all my taboos and I was still embarrassed about what I was doing, I wouldn't have been able to do it. I looked around the living room to see if I could think of anything and found the answer on the TV and Marta's couch. It is a white sofa that has its back to the window that overlooks the neighbor's and that has, on the wall in front, hung the piece of flat screen that Marta has at home. A veritable two-hundred-thousand-inch beast. I stared at it and, in the blackness of it being off, I discovered that I could see the reflection of what was coming through the glass. The reflection opposite, the neighbor's house. -Come now! –I exclaimed surprised- No shit! I immediately became clear that my goal was to go to the couch but I needed to refine how to do it, what steps to take and with what intention. It was a decision that could not be taken lightly! So, in the end, I decided that what I would do was get up, walk around the living room between the glass window and the back of the sofa and throw myself onto it from the side facing the glass window that overlooks the valley. The chaise longue of the sofa is on the other side, the one next to the work table, so, just as I was going to settle on the sofa, with my head towards the door and my feet towards the valley, that was the logical path to take and the one that also gave me the option of being naked in front of the neighbor for just a few seconds. Long enough to be able to exchange glances to see what I was feeling, but also just long enough to not have to show myself off more than necessary. -Very crazy, Merche. Very crazy – I said to myself as I gathered my courage and, finally, ended up getting up from the ball to cross the room. Evidently the first thing I did as I turned around and stood up was look for the neighbor to see how long it took him to look and the face he made when he saw me. It was amazing! He hadn't finished taking the first step when he raised his head and looked at me. His eyes widened and, almost instantly, he smiled in such a way that we connected immediately. He bowed his head slightly while making a very nice gesture of satisfaction, pursing his lips and making a face like, "Hey! You're very good, huh?!" which made me smile at him and raise my hand to greet him back. And he didn't stop looking at me until, as I lay down on the sofa, the back of the sofa blinded my field of vision. -Uffffffffffff!! What a rush! I immediately sat back to see if there was a good reflection of what I wanted to see on TV, and when I saw it, I snorted excitedly. It had an excellent image. I could see perfectly the little table with the computer, the sofa and him who was still looking here. Now I couldn't see his facial expressions in detail, but the main features were perfectly definable and, therefore, the rest of the attributes of his body as well. While he continued looking towards my sofa I saw him start to caress his balls. He was imagining me lying naked on the couch and it turned him on to imagine me like that. The thing is that the feeling of desire continued to grow between the two of us and, delighted to see him caressing himself for me, I raised my left leg over the back of the sofa, which was not excessively high, so that it fell from behind with the purpose of continuing to feed my neighbor's imagination and enjoy watching him to see what he did. He went from caressing his balls to massaging his member with the tips of his fingers and continued looking through the glass. He stood up and walked over to the little table, turned the computer around and, turning his back on it, walked over to the window to continue looking at me. I continued looking at the black screen and, glued to its window, I saw him turn his head towards the computer as if he were talking to someone. Who would it be? and what would I be saying to him? I got nervous for a few seconds but then I relaxed. Whoever it was and whatever gender it was, he saw me even less than the neighbor. And the truth is that, in the end, the fact that the neighbor told anyone about me ended up turning me on even more. I had caught his attention enough for him to focus on me, and he was also talking about me. I couldn't feel more desired and excited at the same time. I was curious to know what he was saying. He was still standing by his window looking this way and, from time to time, he would momentarily turn his head to talk to the computer. The scene excited me. He continued kneading himself with the member held like clamps by the tips of his fingers and I, looking at his reflection, began to gently run my nails over my skin, starting with my chest and continuing along my belly. When I reached my crotch and slid my fingertip over my clitoris, I felt the first pleasurable spasm. I pursed my lips and ran my finger over it again, and then I couldn't help but start masturbating. While he managed to keep his eyes open he looked at the reflection on the screen. The neighbor was still there, paying attention to the convulsions of the leg that he saw falling from my sofa and already jerking off well. With a slow, but constant rhythm. I loved it! I was so horny that I completely lost my shame and decided to take the game to the next level. The time had come to establish contact with the neighbor. This time I was clearer and I was much more determined and determined than when I came to the couch. I got up, went back to the table, passing again in front of the window and the neighbor who, out of politeness, let his tail down while he continued looking at me, I grabbed a piece of paper, a sharp-tip marker, I wrote my Messenger address, I turned on my laptop and, while I started, I stuck the sheet of paper on the window so that the neighbor could see it and add me. I moved the ball and put it between the sofa and the table so that I was facing the window and I saw the neighbor return to his sofa and move closer to the table to leave the computer at hand. He started typing and, after pressing enter, he sat there looking at me. My computer was still finishing booting up so, looking at him too, I raised my shoulders asking for forgiveness and patience with a smile. When he finished, I opened Messenger, accepted his friend request and, after opening the little window, made a video call. His voice was as warm as his manner and sense of humor. We immediately began a polite and friendly conversation in which the obvious sexual connotation of the moment was only present amidst tasteful jokes and exquisitely measured naughty comments. We maintained the temperature of such a particular situation but we were in no hurry to raise it. We were going to have an interesting talk. I told him the whole story that I have been telling you until now and I had no qualms in admitting to him that, if I had dared to go as far as I had gone at that moment, it was because he gave me confidence and attracted me physically. Which, if it wasn't like that, I never would have done it. He smiled and agreed with me. -Only when you are sure of what you do is when you can do it. You, as you have felt more secure, have taken new steps. This is how it's done... So what? How do you feel now that you are here? "Paradoxical," I replied. I am doing, alone and at the same time, what I would never do with Oscar. Exposing myself naked through the window and on a webcam… -And are you able to draw any conclusions? -Only I wasn't capable before and now I am and I think I've discovered why. -Does that mean you'll do it again? Alone or with Oscar? -Well, I don't know... About the webcam maybe, but I don't think I open the windows at home, because the neighbors see me there every day and I would die of shame. But in another place, I don't know... I suppose so, I could let myself see through the window as you are seeing me now... This is not my house, you are not my neighbor and yet, Look! It excites me that you see me... "But only because I convey confidence to you and you find me attractive," he joked. Have you set a limit for yourself or, on the contrary, today are you letting yourself go as far as your curiosity pleases? -It seems to me that I don't have much more to do, don't you think? -How could you not?! You can still do many more things... You still have to unleash your sexual appetite or not, masturbate, decide if you do it alone, in front of the computer, behind a glass or in the middle of the terrace... You can consider whether you want to leave that house and come to mine, if you would do it dressed or naked... Well, you can't do things yet! Everything you can think of! I laughed at his words as I quickly absorbed them. Was there anything left that I wanted to do? Yes of course. I had to get rid of that horniness somehow and the only way I could think of was to have an orgasm. As? That was what I had left to decide. I had already taken many steps that afternoon, were there any more that I wanted to take? "We have to put the cherry on top of this crazy afternoon," I concluded out loud. From that sentence, the neighbor and I began to talk about sex openly. I told him about the wildest things I had done with Oscar and he also shared with me some of his darkest and most exciting experiences. I was getting crazy just remembering the sex I had told him about and imagining myself participating in the scenes he described to me. And, from past experiences, we arrived at what our present was and which was what we were starring in at that time. The neighbor confessed his high level of excitement to me, I confessed mine, and then it was time to do something else. "I feel very comfortable with you," I told him, smiling. I feel like finishing my experiment as God intended... I got up and rolled the rubber ball until I placed it in the center of the window and sat on it facing the outside, showing off for the neighbor. -Do you hear me? –I said, raising my voice a little in case the computer didn't catch me. -Yes –I heard him respond perfectly. "You're spying on your neighbor, the exhibitionist," I began to tell her. Tell me how you see me... I crossed one leg over the other and leaned back slightly so I could rest my back against the back of the sofa, on which I also stretched my arms and leaned my head slightly forward so that my hair, which covered half of my face, fell on my chest and I stayed looking at him in that position. He immediately began his story... -I have a naked goddess in front of my window. A woman who seems to be drawn with a compass and in which each of her curves is an exaltation of feminine beauty. Brunette with full lips and a firm, slender chest with hips so well molded that they could only be the work of God. He's looking at me, he knows I'm here and he's not hiding. She doesn't seem like she wants to hide, but rather, she seems willing to share with me even the most intimate corners of her body and the deepest of her pleasures... How talkative the neighbor was! After hearing that warm introduction I couldn't help but start caressing myself. I started with the chest and, while I put my fingers in my mouth to soak them, I spread my legs sitting on the ball with my back completely upright and sticking out my chest. Showing off my body and totally uninhibited… I lowered my hands to my navel and, while one remained akimbo resting on my hip, the other brought the tips of my fingers to my precious pearl. I caressed it, ran my fingers over my upper and lower lips, played with them at the mouth of the treasure cave, and placed them again on the pearl. I needed to rub it to make the genie come out of the lamp... And I rubbed it... And I continued rubbing it until the wonderful genius made me moan like a possessed woman and left me ecstatic and breathless... I had one of the best handjobs of my life. That guy and that situation had disarmed me and made me discover pleasures that, until then, I had not even imagined existed. I liked that the neighbor devoured me with his gaze, that he jerked off watching me touch myself and, above all, that he never stopped telling me how excited he was by what he was seeing and did so without ever making me feel offended. I discovered that exhibitionism can be very exciting and I knew that it was a taboo that I had just gotten rid of with the help of that guy. -Did you like it? –I asked him once I sat down in front of the laptop again. "I will always like it," he replied. Did you like it? I nodded smiling and, from there, we began to recount the best moments and take stock of the entire afternoon. Of the things I had done, of the sensations they had produced in me and of the conclusions to which they led me. And we stayed like that until, around eight thirty, and after dressing again in front of the window, I said goodbye to him for the day and left the house. Marta was away for a couple more days and, although I continued greeting the neighbor every afternoon and chatting with him on the laptop, the exhibitionist experience was not repeated. He did continue with his habit of spending the afternoon naked with his laptop, but I preferred to work. The first day had been an experience that I had to live and that, now that I knew it, I didn't have to repeat it out of habit. Now I knew that I could enjoy it and that it would only be when I felt like it and my body asked for it. So, yes I liked it. In any other way, no. As I told you a while ago, Oscar is going to have the opportunity tonight to discover this new side of me. I have prepared a night for you at Marta's house that you can't even imagine.