I Caught An Exhibitionist

Fbailey story number 539


I Caught An Exhibitionist


I was out with my camera looking for some pretty flowers to photograph in my neighborhood. I am blessed with many neighbors that have green thumbs. I had made similar trips in past years and this was my first trip around the neighborhood this year.

I would find a suitable house and take a full picture of the house and front yard. Then I would take a full picture of both sides of their front sidewalk. After that I would photograph just the plants that excited me the most and then get some close-up pictures too.

On the Internet I had seen some pictures of tulips where the photographer had placed his camera down onto the ground with the lens pointing straight up at the sky. The pictures were different and breathtaking to say the least. That first house had several beautiful tulips in clusters so I did that ground looking up thing. I took at least a dozen pictures that way before moving on. I stopped at a couple of other houses and then headed home to see what I had on my big monitor.

When I saw the full shot of that first house, I saw a naked woman in the second floor window. She was definitely a woman and not a girl, her big breasts were pushed up against the glass and her hairy snatch was quite visible. Then in most of the thirteen ground-up pictures she was in the window too. The four that she wasn’t in didn’t show the house at all.

In those other nine ground-up pictures she had her ass pressed against the window in two of them, her face and breasts in three, and she was holding her hairy pussy lips open in two of them too. In the last two pictures she had opened the window up and was leaning out. She was naked and she was pretty.

I printed out a copy of just her face and walked back to her house. I rang her doorbell and waited. It took a while but she opened up the door and looked at me in disbelief. She had on one of those stretchy material dresses that fit a woman so snugly that you could tell if she is wearing underwear. She was not. I simply asked her if I could walk in her flowers to get some better pictures. She smiled and told me that she had some much prettier flowers out back in her garden. She told me that her name was Elizabeth and invited me in. I followed her right through the house and out the backdoor.

Her garden was beautiful, the flowers had vibrant colors, and her backyard was quite private. I complimented her on her garden and asked her how she got it that way. I was not prepared for the answer.

Elizabeth said, “I do all of my gardening in the nude, I pee around it to keep the pest population down, and I use my douche to water it.”

I recovered and asked, “Then you were the woman up in the window when I took pictures here earlier?”

Elizabeth said, “Yes, I was. I’m an exhibitionist.”

I asked, “Would you be so kind as to exhibit for me in your garden?”

Elizabeth said, “I’d be pleased too.”

I watched as she so gracefully pulled her dress up over her head, folded it nicely, and then placed it on a chair on her porch. I almost forgot to take any pictures. She grabbed her tray of gardening tools and a mat for her knees. I took several pictures of her pulling weeds and turning the soil around a rosebush. She peed at four corners before she ran out. Then I watched her masturbate and use a plastic bottle to douche herself out into a plastic bucket. She took that bucket and then she watered the rosebush with it.

I was flabbergasted and I told her so. She was pleased and took me back inside her house. We talked about more pictures as the season went on and new plants that would bloom.