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 Seema's Practices in Exhibitionism By Jeevan <jeevan80@yahoo.com>

   Seema pushed open the sliding doors and stepped out onto the balcony,
breathing in deeply the fresh morning air.  Her eyes slowly adjusted to the
sunlight and she stretched.  What a perfect Sunday morning it was turning
out to be.  She had no plans for the day except to get some rest and relax.
She had joined Yoga classes recently and was practicing it daily in the
morning in her Balcony.  Today she was in the balcony for the practice but
her mind was drifting back to her exhibitionist tendencies and she
remembered many instances where she exposed herself for other males.  She
was in some mood today and was a bit of excited at the thought of showing
her body to the lucky ones today.  Seema was about 40 yr old, happily
married to a businessman and had two children.  Her married life was nice
but it lacked some of the excitement that she always wanted.  her husband
did not neglect her in any way but he had lost interest in sex recently and
was always telling some excuse or the other when she joined him in bed. 
This made her starve sexually and her mind used to drift back to her
college life.  She was a sort of exhibitionist and liked to wear revealing
clothes that made all the boys hard in the pant.  She used to remember the
incidences and knew that this was her fetish.  And NOW standing in the
balcony she was wondering what will happen if she showed her body to some
lucky guy.  Her flat was on the 10 th floor in Delhi and there were only
few flats opposite to her.  She was interested in one guy, who lived right
opposite to their balcony and was in his college.  He often watched her
while she did exercise in her balcony.  Today she wanted to show herself to
him and her cunt became wet at the thought.  Seema was wearing her shorts
and loose T-shirt for the exercise and she started her routine.  She did
few exercises and watched the boy opposite to her balcony.  He was looking
at her steadily and as she looked at him, he smiled at her.  This made her
heart beat faster and faster.  She very much wanted to do many things for
him and so looked at the other flats.  There was no activity in any of them
and she knew that she was safe to show off to the boy watching her.  She
sat on the reclining easy char, with her face towards the watcher.  She
quickly pulled off her shorts and threw them aside.  Now her cunt was
exposed to him, just covered by lower portion of the t-shirt Adjusting her
legs, she looked over the high concrete balcony.  This was one of the best
things about living here.  Tushar, the boy opposite to Seema, tossed the
newspaper onto the table and got up to pour himself his third cup of
coffee. He lowered the cup from his lips and stared at the beautiful figure
emerging from the apartment opposite to him.  Long brown hair blew freely
in the breeze as she stood and seemed to be greeting the morning.  His eyes
scanned down her body, appreciative of what he saw.  Long, shapely legs
that met up with white shorts, her pink cropped tee shirt showing off her
flat stomach and very round, firm looking breasts.  He wished he could be
closer, to study her face that from this distance appeared to be very
beautiful.  The only people who could really see her now were just the boy
opposite and there was no risk in doing what she was intending to do. 
Stretching again, she slowly spread her legs in the chair.  She then
removed her t-shirt, exposing her body totally.  Grabbing the bottle of
oil, she opened the cap and was greeted by the sweet smell of coconut oil.
Squeezing some onto the palm of her hand, she rubbed her hands together and
then slowly rubbed her palms up and down her arms, making her lightly
tanned skin glisten in the sun.  Adding more oil to her palms, she rubbed
her hands down her chest and around the cups of her white Bra top.  Her
skin tingled as she rubbed the oil on her stomach and down.  A breeze blew
her long brown hair around her shoulders, tickling her back and she let out
a small shiver.  She glanced at the boy and she knew that she was giving
him a nice show.  He was looking at her firm bra-clad boobs and his hand
was rubbing his crotch.  It seemed that he was really hard.  He was holding
some newspaper opposite to him, probably to conceal him and was drinking
tea.  Leaning forward, she started at her feet and worked her way up to her
knees, spreading the oil evenly across her skin.  She could feel the oil
warming as her fingers made circular motions up her thighs.  Turning in the
chair, she leaned against the back that was still in the upward position
and reached for the bottle again, pouring a liberal amount into her hand.
After rubbing her hands together, she placed them on her thighs and started
massaging in the oil.  The heat from her hands, the softness of her touch,
and the weight of her fingers as they slowly made their ways to her inner
thighs, made her body shake slightly.  Sliding down the back of the chair a
little, she spread her knees apart and continued to rub, her thumbs
brushing against the smoothness of her skin of her cunt.  Her thumbs pushed
a little harder and she moaned softly, and pushed even harder against
herself.  She opened her eyes and realized what she was doing, and more
importantly, where she was doing it.  Well yes, the boy opposite wa now
busy with his hand inside his shorts, rubbing the hardness and trying to
pacify the lust.  Reaching around behind her, she undid the bra and then
pulled the it away from her body, tossing it with her shorts and tee shirt.
Her nipples started to harden from the slight breeze, but probably more so,
from their exposure to the boy opposite.  With two wet with sweet smelling
oil, she leaned back in her chair and started to rub the oil against her
breasts.  Her hands slid easily across her skin, cupping her breasts and
squeezing gently, thumbs and index fingers capturing her nipples and
pulling lightly and then twisting a little harder.  A moan escaped her lips
as she tugged harder on her long nipples, pulling and stretching them,
making them harder and more sensitive to her touch.  With her eyes closed,
her fingers tweaked her nipples; her thighs squeezing together as the
feeling ran down her body.  Without even thinking about what she was doing,
she ran her hands down her stomach and rubbed the flesh between her pussy
lips.  As the fingers hit her clit she began to move her hips up and down.
Feeling it slid against her hardening clit, she moaned and moved one hand
down to stroke her bare lips.  The oil on her fingertips slid easily across
her exposed lips, making her shiver at her own touch.  Without a second
thought, she raised her hips and tore off the panties, tossing them aside
and laying one leg over each side of the chair.  Her fingers moved quickly
to her pussy, two fingers holding her lips apart as another started to
stroke her clit.  She jumped slightly as she rubbed, her finger moving down
further and feeling the wetness that was slowly seeping out of her pussy.
Collecting some of the wetness, she returned her finger to her clit and
rubbed it in, the hard little nub responding to her touch and sending
signals throughout her body to wake up.  As she removed her shorts and tee
shirt, Tushar felt his cock begin to stir in his shorts.  Down boy, I don't
think we're invited.  Her body was even nicer than he had imagined before,
beautiful breasts not hidden very well behind the tiny white bra.  The
curve of her hips, the small panties of her bikini, those long legs that
seemed to go on for miles, the total picture was enough to make one stop
and stare.  She was reaching behind her and removing the Bra.  Good choice.
His attention was completely on her breasts and by the looks of things, so
was her.  Fingers pulling at her nipples, as her breasts became wet with
the oil.  God, he could almost smell it and even better, he could almost
taste it.  Holding the glasses with one hand and watching her pull and
squeeze at her tits, his other hand moved down and unbuttoned his pants and
released the zipper.  Tugging down his briefs, he found some relief as his
hand started to slowly stroke his semi-erect cock.  As he watched her
pulling on her long nipples, he himself pulling on his cock, matching her
strokes.  She watched him remove his cock and stroking it in rhythem with
her and her own fingers moved faster and faster.  One hand worked her
pussy, fingers moving from her clit and then down, slowly inserting them
into her pussy and raising her hips to meet her own thrusts.  As her
fingers fucked her, she massaged her breast in her other hand.  Leaning her
head down, her hand pushing her breast up, she stuck out her tongue and
licked her nipple.  The oil definitely smelled better than it tasted but
her tongue didn't seem to care as it circled her nipple, flicking hard
against it and then licking long strokes.  She pulled her breast up further
and took her nipple into her mouth, sucking on it hard, teeth biting gently
on it and pulling backwards, stretching it while her tongue played with it
from inside her mouth.  He watched as she sat down and began spreading the
oil on herself, her long fingers moving quickly across her skin, not
missing a spot.  Oh to be those hands, he thought, bringing his cup back to
his lips and drinking more coffee but not tasting it.  He watched with
amusement and curiosity, feeling like a voyeur but not really caring much.
Taking a large mouthful of coffee, he almost spit it out when her thumbs
started moving against the crotch of her bikini bottoms.  He wanted to get
closer and figured there were only two ways that he possibly could.  One,
which was way out of the question, was to just go over there and perch
himself on her balcony and tell her to carry on, pretend I'm not here, and
number two was to get his binoculars.  Number two was much easier but would
require walking away for a few minutes and he wasn't sure he wanted to miss
a moment.  His hardening cock took over his brain and he dashed into the
apartment, grabbed his binoculars from the closet and ran back out,
slamming the door behind him as he made his way back to the corner. 
Holding the glasses to his eyes, he focused and caught his breath.  Damn,
she was beautiful.  She was all shiny from the oil and her lips where
slightly parted and oh mercy, her fingers were moving faster against the
crotch of those panties.  There goes her hand, moving down to her pussy. 
she stroked her pussy even faster and he too started stroking his cock
faster, his hand sliding down to squeeze his balls between strokes.  He
moved his focus briefly to her face; her lips parted more, her tongue
running across them as she pulled the material harder between her lips.  He
could only imagine what that must have been doing to her clit.  It was
probably swelling under the white material, mixing with the cream from her
pussy as she slid the material up and down.  Fingers suddenly invaded two
wet, pouty pussy lips.  Fingers pushing and rubbing - slowly being inserted
into her wet cunt and moving in and out.  His hand moved faster over his
cock, twisting slightly as he felt it lurch in his hand, pre-cum collecting
at the tip, which he wiped off with his thumb, smearing it across his
shaft. He licked his lips as he continued to watch her fuck herself with
her long fingers.  One then two fingers, slowly pumping in and out of her
gorgeous pink pussy.  Oh now there we go, one hand working her pussy and
the other on her breast, pulling it upwards and oh God, she's taking her
nipple into her mouth.  He wondered what she was thinking; who was making
love to her?  Her tongue flicked at her nipple and then it disappeared into
her mouth.  His strokes became shorter and faster his cock throbbing in his
hand.  Oh man!  Legs going over the armrests and there it is; the power of
a woman; the thing we crave; a beautiful, wet, swollen and in this case,
shaved pussy.  That's it honey, add that third finger.  Oh she looks like
that feels even better, three fingers and a hot mouth on her nipple.  He
watched her fuck herself harder with her fingers, his hand matching her
stroke for stroke, his cock going deeper and deeper into her pussy, holding
off before he filled it.  He slowed down his strokes, gently rubbing his
cock, his balls feeling tighter, ready to explode at any moment.  Be
patient, he told himself, let's hold off and cum together Moaning softly,
she pulled her feet up onto the chair and then swung her legs over the
armrests, opening her pussy wide to her loving fingers.  Two fingers were
pumping her pussy hard, her thumb rubbing her clit in small circles.  When
she added a third finger, the pressure made her bite her nipple, which in
turn made her start fucking her fingers harder.  The sounds of her soaked
fingers jamming deep into her pussy filled her ears and she couldn't stop
herself.  bodyWith head leaning back, and her hips moving up and down, she
felt the coolness of the cube mixing with the heat coming from her pussy,
an indescribable feeling as both cool and hot liquid escaped her body,
covering her fingers and sliding down her ass.  Oh God, she moaned,
squeezing her thighs around her hands and holding them prisoner deep inside
her cunt.  The orgasm seemed to start at her toes and quickly make it's way
up her legs and then exploded inside her pussy.  She cried out as her body
shook, fingers being held so tight within her walls that she couldn't move
them even though she could feel her hot cum covering them.  With one final
shake, her thighs loosened and released her hand.  Almost with regret, she
removed her fingers from her pussy and then brought them to her mouth,
sucking each one of them into her mouth until she had cleaned off all her
cream.  As he watched her shove her fingers into her pussy, he didn't think
he'd be able to wait for her to cum.  Her movements became jerky, as did
his.  He watched as her thighs tightened around her hand and the look on
her face told him it was time.  Watching her face - her silent moans
ringing through his ears finished it for him.  He closed his eyes for a
brief second and then started to cum all over the inside of his balcony. 
He watched her cum, still cumming himself, his legs shaky and his heart
beating fast.  The intenseness of her orgasm brought on that old familiar,
content sleepy feeling but she knew that if she fell asleep with nothing
covering her nipples or pussy lips she would definitely regret it.  So she
dressed up and casually glanced up at Tushar, who was still watching her
through the binoculars and went inside.  It must have been good for her
too, he thought, watching her drop back onto the lounge chair and start
sucking on her fingers.  He wanted to yell 'save some for me' but thought
that might be inappropriate.  Looking down, he felt a little foolish, his
pants down around his ankles but he really didn't care.  That was the best
sex he'd had in a long time, with or without a partner.  He leaned down and
pulled up his pants, looking over at her as he did up the zipper.  She was
looking in his direction and he quickly dropped out of sight.  Did she see
me?  Does she know I watched?  Maybe she knew all along that I was here. 
No, I don't think she knew but just maybe...  .











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