Lifelong Exhibitionist 4

This story is a continuation of my last one. I have embellished some aspects to make it more enjoyable but this is pretty much what happened.


I spent the whole day in anticipation of that evening. I found myself not breathing whenever I was thinking about it. I had to try and relax! It was less than 3 hours to the time when Sinead asked me to knock on her window. I was certain which window was hers, Matt had pointed it out to me before when we passed her house and were talking about her. It was around the side of the house. The house was like a big cottage. Her window was low one, the sill would meet my waist level. I noticed that the windows were those big old ‘slidey uppy ones,’ don’t know the name for them. They were quite wide and I imagined that I could easily slip in and out of the window, if that was what was going to happen. I know I wanted to slip in and out of something, if you know what I mean, eh, eh!?!?
To be honest I had no idea what Sinead had in mind for that evening and this encouraged me to conjure up all sorts of wonderful scenarios in my flittering brain. I wished the fucking clock hands would move faster as I stared at the clock in the kitchen.

I walked up the road at the time she asked me to and I approached her house. I noticed that the car was gone. This was a good sign that the coast was clear. I walked down her driveway, aware that hey had a big Alsatian, normally kept locked up around the back. There was a small opening in the curtains in the living room and I looked through the gap. I could see Sinead reflected in the mirror over the fireplace. The mirror happened to be angled to show whomever was on the couch. She was wearing a large white T-shirt and her legs were bare, tanned and almost gleaming in the lights of the room. Her hair was down and she was watching the TV with her legs curled underneath her. I could see that she was not wearing shorts or a skirt. My cock twitched.

I gently tapped on the glass and Sinead stood up instantly and came to the window. Her huge breasts were beautiful shaped in her T-shirt. If I had to guess she was not wearing a bra. She gestured to me to go around the side of the house, to her bedroom window. I did this with a nod to her. I waited for about 2 minutes for her and then the light came on in the room there she was. She was wearing a t shirt and panties, not shorts or a dress, little light blue panties. The T-Shirt went down to just below her ass. I could not believe how fucking gorgeous she was and how turned on I was. Her bed was right underneath the window, length ways along that side of the room.

She closed the door of the room carefully and turned the key. She slowly walked over to the window. She was a bit nervous and I could see that her nipples were hard and clearly protruding through the white t shirt. She climb across her bed and opened the window, sliding it upwards slowly.
“Hi,” she said nervously and with a smile.
“Hi,” I replied unable to take my eyes off her slim tanned thighs. She noticed how I was looking at her and she was kind of pulling on the hem of the t shirt a bit. There was a sexual tension between us that was so new and exciting. The gap in the window was plenty of room for me to rest my arms on the window sill and have my head in the room. We didn’t kiss or anything and seconds passed as we just looked at each other and observed each others movements. She had a nervous excitement about her. She rested on the bed ass with her legs curled up along side her and leaning on her left hand.
“Do you want to come in,” she suddenly blurted. “I mean, if you want to, but you have to be very quiet, the kids are asleep. Or maybe, you should stay there!?”
She was nervous.

“It’s okay, I’ll stay here for the moment, its fine” I replied calmly, as if this was a normal situation.
“Okay,” she visibly relaxed a bit.
We exchanged some chit chat, awkwardly enough at first, about where her parents were and when they would be back. Eventually, we kind of got into a rhythm of conversation and she seemed to chillout. Soon, she was flirting with me. She was flicking long black hair and smiling and looking down at her legs. Her T-shirt was revealing her panties and I was looking as much as I could at this area. She knew and liked it. Her nipples were hard and every now and again she would rub her breast with her hand to brush her nipple and I could see the paroxysm of pleasure she got from me seeing her do it. I was hard and my boner was pressed against the window sill. We were struggling to keep the conversation going as we were all geared up to jump each other.
It was all very coy to begin with. During a pause in our conversation, she uncurled her legs, stretching them out and sat in profile to me, giving me a nice view of how brown and long they were, right up to her panties. She leant back on her hands and my hand went to the bulge in my jeans to give it a squeeze. Her eyes followed my hand. I could have easily reached out and touch her.
“I like your room!” I said distractedly.
“I like yours too…,”she replied in an instant. We looked at each other knowingly; I recalled all the times she watched me stroking my cock and cumming as she watched me from the driveway entrance.

She started to move her knees, to and fro, apart and together.