First Taste of Exhibition

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Finding freedom after a breakup, everybody talks about it. But damn, I never thought it would feel this real. People used to say I was too shy, too reserved. My ex wished I’d be less modest… But since I left Sam, a new version of me is waking up. And she likes to show some skin.

Maybe it’s just that no one’s pressuring me to be someone else anymore. Maybe I’m finally listening to my own rhythm. Last week, I surprised myself. I said “hi” to a gorgeous stranger at the grocery store. Just that. One word. But for the old Jade? That was wild.

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But you… I haven’t had the courage to approach you yet. You, my stunning green-eyed neighbor across the street. I don’t know your name, your voice, nothing, except one thing. You light a fire in me. What is it that gets me so hot? The scrubs? Or maybe it’s the way you’re always fixing your house shirtless, soaking up the sun like you know I’m watching.

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I used to keep my fantasies locked tight. But this new me? She imagines you showing off just for her. I’m shedding my old skin, little by little. Letting my body speak. Letting it breathe. And god, it wants to feel your breath on it. But first, I just want to catch your eye.

So today, I dare.

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I slip on that mini skirt Sam once bought me, the one I never dared wear. No panties. Paired with my new mesh top, bold as hell, I feel dangerously good. I lie back on the couch, soft feather toy in hand, dragging it across my warming skin as the sunlight pours in. Of course you’re up on your roof, shirtless again. But you probably can’t see me. Still, I imagine you could. That thought alone makes me hotter.

My breath quickens. My chest rises with every beat of my craving.

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I shift closer to the window. If you glance this way now, you might actually spot me. The heat between my thighs is undeniable. My fingers start trailing down, between my breasts, under the skirt…

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The idea of you seeing me touch myself? Fuck, I can barely stand it. My legs open slowly, and the wetness between them betrays me. I’m right here. Across the street. Spread open. Burning. And you have no idea.

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Not yet.

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My whole body is trembling. The heat is overwhelming. What is this feeling? Why did I never feel this before? You’re not here, so my toys will have to play your part. But more than that, I imagine you using them. I know you wouldn’t be intimidated by them like Sam was. I know you’d know exactly what to do. Your tongue. Your hips. The way you’d ruin me, completely.

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I sneak away for a second to grab them. Back in my bedroom, I press them against my skin, letting my imagination run wild. I see your hands guiding every vibration, your breath on my neck. I give myself over to the fantasy.

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The tension builds. My muscles contract. And God… I want to give you all of me.

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Speaking of God, I’ve got a dildo that could send me to heaven. I press it to my lips, slide it in, slowly, like it’s your cock. Deeper. I taste you, crave you. I want more. I need more. I imagine your hands on my hips, pounding into me, harder and harder. I lose myself, moaning, fingers trembling. My whole core pulses with need.

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Sam would lose his shit if he knew how wet I get for you. You’ve turned me ravenous. I head back to the living room with my strongest vibrator. I want you to see this. I want you to see me turn this fantasy into a full-blown orgasm. I’m about to explode. You might even hear me up there on your roof. My back arches. I moan. I scream. I swear my fantasy crosses the street and invades your mind.

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Oh fuck. So close to the sky. My body convulses as the wave hits. My cry tears through the room. My thighs shake with every pulse. My belly clenches. Goosebumps spread across my burning skin. My fingers press harder on that one perfect spot. I lose all control. My head falls back. One hand clutches my breast as my soul almost slips out of my body.

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I give in. Completely. To this fierce, freeing, filthy pleasure. If you heard me, or saw me, you’ll know just how hard I came because of you.

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What an orgasm.

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Can you feel that heat you triggered from across the street?

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I’m soaked. Still trembling. But more than anything… I feel free. Free to want. Free to dare. I’ve got just enough strength left to pour myself a glass of bubbly. And maybe, just maybe, next time, you won’t be watching from your rooftop.

 

Maybe you’ll be here, making me scream your name.