Caught in the Act

She didn’t know I was home yet. I had walked in quietly, kicked off my shoes, and was halfway to my room when I noticed her door was cracked open. Then I saw her. My roommate—barely dressed in a black thong and loose tank—standing in front of her full-length mirror, lost in the music playing through her headphones. She was swaying her hips slowly, one hand tracing down her stomach, the other slipping between her thighs. I should’ve looked away… but I couldn’t. I was frozen, mesmerized, watching every sensual move like it was meant just for me. She arched her back, bent slightly, and then… her eyes flicked up to the mirror. We locked eyes. My heart stopped. But instead of panicking, she gave the tiniest smirk. Slowly, she turned toward me—still swaying—pulled her headphones down, and whispered, “Enjoying the show?” I stammered something, but she walked right up to me, grabbed my hand, and guided it to her waist. “You’ve already seen this much,” she whispered, lips brushing my ear, “so come in and make me finish what I started.”@#dirty talk @#seduction @#voyeur

Watching my neighbor jerk off every morning

Female POV.Title: "I watched my neighbor jerk off each morning" I, F26 years old. I had only just settled into this new condo about three months ago. All was well at first, until I began noticing something from the building across the way. And so it all started one morning when I was drinking my coffee. The curtains of the place across from me were half open, and there I see a man fully bare-chested, just relaxing by the window. I didn't pay much attention at first, but then I noticed his hand going down low. I figured he was just readjusting himself… but then he just went on about it. He was jerking off. Like, stroking himself completely. In front of his big-ass window. I was stuck. I don't think he saw me, but I had the best possible view of his hand around his dick, pumping slowly. I should have looked away but I didn't. The following day, same place, same thing But he was just sitting on the edge of his bed, opening his legs, taking it slow this time. I actually hide behind the curtain sipping on my coffee, biting my lip and getting my panties wet because of how fucking hot it is. It was insane. I didn't mean to look. But here I am. This is happening everyday, no joke. He keeps on jerking off every morning near his window like he wants to be seen by others. I've not said a word. I didn't even tried to get him to realize I'm paying attention to him. But my body responds every damn time. I wake up a little wet now and sometimes I find myself thinking about if I should touch myself while he is jerking off. I just keep telling myself that I shouldn't look anymore because he might see me and think that I like spying ( obviously yes Lol) But I think tomorrow, I might leave my window a little more open. The next day, I tried touching myself infront of my window while he also jerks off. I almost got caught

I let strangers rub on me while inside a train

Female POV. I take the train almost every day. Same route. Same time. Same packed train car. It's part of the routine by now. You push in, squeeze between people, grab a rail if you’re lucky, and try not to think about how close everyone is. That day, I wore a skirt. It wasn’t super short or anything like that, just light and soft, something easy to wear after a long day at work. I didn’t think about how thin it was. I definitely didn’t think about the fact that I had only thrown on panties underneath. I got on at my usual stop, and the moment I stepped into the car, I knew it was more crowded than usual. There was barely room to shift. I moved toward the middle and ended up standing in front of one of the poles, boxed in by strangers on every side. A man stepped behind me. I didn’t turn to look at him, but I could feel him close. The warmth of his chest. His breath near the back of my neck. At first, I told myself it was nothing. Just part of the commute. But then the train jolted forward, and I felt him press into me. Firm. And then I felt it again. That wasn’t a bag. It wasn’t a belt. He was hard. My stomach flipped. I froze for a second. I could have stepped forward. I could have shifted. But I didn’t. I stayed right where I was. The train rocked again, and I let my hips move with it. He didn’t back away. I leaned a little into the pole, and in doing so, my skirt moved just enough that I could feel more. The pressure against me grew steady. He wasn’t moving fast or rough. Just slow and careful, barely grinding into me. Small movements. Like he didn’t want anyone to notice. And that was what made it hotter. I could feel the heat rise to my cheeks. My body started reacting before my mind even caught up. My thighs clenched. I shifted again, pretending I needed better balance, but really I just wanted more of him. I could feel my panties sticking to me. I was wet. Embarrassingly wet. There was another man in front of me. Older. He kept glancing down. I caught him looking at my chest more than once. I didn’t say anything. I didn’t fix my blouse. I didn’t stop. I stayed there. Between them. Letting the man behind me keep rubbing against me. Letting the other one watch. And then it happened. I came. Quietly. With my lips parted, my eyes low, and my body gently shaking. I didn’t move, didn’t moan. I just let the heat roll through me while the train rattled along the tracks. When we reached the next station, the man behind me stepped off without a word. I stood there like nothing had happened. But everything had. And the next time I got on that train, I left my panties at home.

He got hard while I was on my knees cleaning his floor

Female POV. I do part-time house cleaning, a combination of regulars, nothing unusual. One of them is this guy who is single and has a place in a residential neighborhood. Mid-30s maybe? Mannered, reserved, barely ever says a word. He's usually not around when I clean. But this time, he actually was. He told me that he was working at home and that I could just do my thing and he would leave me alone. No problem. I simply put on my go-to, everyday clothes — black leggings and a fitted t-shirt. I wasn't trying to be cute or anything, just something that I could easily move around without issue. No bra. He sets up at the dining room table with his laptop, and I got to work. I started in the living room. At first, he wasn't really paying attention or maybe I just wasn't noticing, but eventually, I caught him sneaking glances. Not like he was staring, exactly, just little little glances when I'd pass by or pick something up. Every time I crouched down, I could totally feel his eyes. And there I was, on hands and knees washing under the coffee table. He moved on the couch behind me, still with his open laptop, pretending that he was working, but the time I looked back over my shoulder, I saw him. He was sort of crouched forward, elbows on knees, just staring at my ass. Then I noticed something. he moved, switched legs, and yeah… he got a boner. You could clearly see it in his pants. He stiffened for a moment like he knew I noticed, but we didn't talk about it. I finished what I was doing, didn't make it weird. Just went through the rest of the house as usual. So, I was walking out, and he even got to the door, which is totally not like him and he tells me, "Thanks again… seriously." He held eye contact a second longer than usual. His voice was a bit deeper. I just smiled, picked up my things, and said I'd see him next week. But yeah, I couldn't stop thinking about that look and what he was hiding the whole way home. He usually scheduled his house cleaning weekly, but just after 2 days he called me and asked if I can clean his house tomorrow, which I think was weird because I just cleaned his house 2 days ago. But he said he'll pay more this time because it's a bit rush and not my usual schedule. I accepted his offer then went on his house the next day. When I got there, he greeted me goodmorning and is all cheered up like dog with a bone. What happened while I was cleaning his house is crazy.

I got wet during my breast examination

I went to the hospital with my husband to get my breast check because they are sore for days and we decided to get it checked. When we got to the hospital, I did not expect the doctor to be a guy. He is cute and very good looking. My husband hesitated for a moment but I reassured him that i'm fine with the doctor being a guy. The check up starts and he asked me to remove my clothes and also my bra. In my mind, it;s only a simple and normal breast check-up. I got thirsty and asked my husband to go and buy me water, which he did. After my husband left the room, the doctor asked me if we can start. I said "Yes, doc". He started touching my breast which is normal, but then he pinched them a bit and asked if that hurt, which then I replied "A bit". He then proceeds to touch them and complimented that I got nice breast. I smiled and blushed , I said "ohh thanks". I felt my pussy getting wet, which is wrong. I got turned on by the way he touches my breast and the way he compliments me. The breast examination continued and he asked a few more questions. He pinched my nipples and saw that I have them pierced. He touched them and asked how much did the piercing on my breast cost. I replied "uh.. I dont remember, I had them when I was still young". He then replied "they look awesome on your breast". which he continues to touch and I am now fully soaked on my panties. I let him touch them for a bit because I think he is just fascinated on my piercings on my breast. My husband came back and he then said to me that the test is done. He explained that breast tenderness can sometimes be caused by too much stress and they are frequently grabbed which he jokingly said to my husband. We laughed about it and he said that I should try massaging them with oil to help my breast be relaxed. We went home and I rushed to the bathroom just to see how soaked my panties are. I wont forget what happened and I still think about it.

Flashing guys at the beach

@#forbidden fruit Flashing the guys at the beach with my pussy. Showing them how wet I am.