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Confessions

Tales of Female Misbehaviour

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Neighborhood Watch

Lolita Lopez

The chirping alarm clock on my cell phone interrupted my study time. A frisson of excitement rippled through my belly as I realized it was time. I set aside my textbook and notes and stretched my aching neck. Becoming a petroleum engineer had always been a dream of mine, especially since I’d grown up in the oil and gas booms and busts of West Texas, but the graduate classes had proven grueling and less than exciting at times.

Sometimes I needed to blow off a little steam. Some people went running or had a massage or even teamed up for a no-holds-barred game of paintball. Me? I preferred something a bit more wild and risky. All my life I’d enjoyed the attention of others. Pageants, plays, cheerleading – I’d always found ways to feed that need for all eyes to be on me.

Here in college, I’d discovered new possibilities for my exhibitionist predilections. My poor, Sunday-school-teachin’ mama would have died from a heart attack if she’d discovered what her sweet little baby girl got up to every third Friday of the month, but I just couldn’t stop myself. It was too exhilarating.

So I pushed up off the couch in my apartment’s small living room and headed toward my bedroom. The skimpy outfit I’d chosen greeted me. I rubbed the whisper-soft silk against my cheek. This was one of my simpler pieces, just a halter-top babydoll made of pleated georgette and silk with a matching thong.

I stripped out of my yoga pants and camisole and slipped into the flimsy lingerie.

I loved the way the fabric clung to my curves. It made me feel sexy in a classy sort of way. The tiny thong fit snugly between my ass cheeks and cupped my already throbbing clit. Anticipation made my belly wobble uncontrollably. My pussy pulsed with need. Slick wetness seeped from my core. I couldn’t wait to get out on that balcony and masturbate for my small throng of enthusiastic fans.

My fingers found the black elastic band holding my dark hair in a high ponytail. I gave my head a shake and combed my fingers through the waves. Before I left my bedroom, I put on the matching kimono and grabbed the folded towel containing the selection of toys from the end of the bed. I switched off the light in my room and returned to the living area.

From practice runs and comments from my fans, I knew which lights in the living room to leave on and which to snuff out before I made my way to the balcony. Too much light, and I drew unwanted attention. Not enough light, and the show was too dark for the guys and gals in the opposite apartment building to enjoy.