I stepped outside, the warm night air wrapping around me like a second skin. The humidity clung to my bare legs, and the oversized T-shirt I’d thrown on felt almost too light, like it might slip off if I moved too quickly. I didn’t care. The house felt stifling, and the backyard was my escape. Just a patch of grass, a clothesline I never used, and that old white plastic chair I’d dragged out here months ago. It wasn’t much, but it was mine.I sank into the chair, the plastic creaking under my weight, and leaned back. The fence gave me a sense of privacy, even though it was just a flimsy wooden thing. The yard was small, tucked between two buildings, and I’d always felt safe here. Hidden. Like the world couldn’t touch me.The breeze brushed against my skin, and I closed my eyes. My mind wandered, as it always did when I was alone like this. I thought about him — the one I shouldn’t be thinking about. The one who made my stomach twist in ways I didn’t want to admit. My thighs pressed together almost instinctively, and my hand drifted lower, just grazing the hem of my shirt. It wasn’t anything serious. Just a quiet moment, a little indulgence in the dark.Then I opened my eyes.There it was. A small, black security camera mounted on the corner of my neighbor’s house. Half-hidden by the eaves, but unmistakable now that I’d noticed it. My breath caught, and I froze. The camera was angled toward the yard. Toward me.I yanked my shirt down, my heart pounding so loud I was sure it could be heard from the street. I sat perfectly still, trying to act normal, even though no one was around. Was it recording? Did someone see me? My mind raced with questions I couldn’t answer. I didn’t even know if the camera was real or just some old, forgotten thing left behind by the previous tenants.But once I’d seen it, I couldn’t unsee it.The next night, I found myself outside again. The air was just as warm, just as heavy, and I couldn’t shake the thought of that camera. I sat in the same chair, my T-shirt loose and soft against my skin. This time, though, I didn’t close my eyes. I kept them fixed on the camera, half-hidden in the shadows.My fingers toyed with the hem of my shirt, lifting it just enough to feel the cool air on my stomach. I hesitated, my heart thudding in my chest. What if someone’s watching? The thought sent a shiver down my spine, but it wasn’t entirely unpleasant. There was something thrilling about it, something that made my skin prickle with anticipation.I stood up slowly, my bare feet sinking into the grass. The camera stared back at me, unblinking. I took a step closer, then another, until I was standing right in front of it. My hand hovered over the hem of my shirt, and for a moment, I considered pulling it off completely. Giving whoever might be watching a show they wouldn’t forget.But I didn’t. Not yet.Instead, I turned away, letting the shirt ride up just enough to expose the curve of my lower back. I glanced over my shoulder, my eyes meeting the camera’s lens. Let them wonder, I thought. Let them wait.The next night, I went further.I stepped outside wearing nothing but a thin robe, the fabric barely clinging to my body. The air was cooler now, and goosebumps rose on my skin as I walked toward the chair. I didn’t sit this time. I stood in front of the camera, my fingers trembling as I untied the robe and let it fall open.The breeze brushed against my bare skin, and I felt exposed in a way that made my stomach flutter. My hands rested on my hips, and I tilted my head slightly, as if daring whoever might be watching to look closer. Are you watching? I wondered. Do you like what you see?I didn’t stay long. Just long enough to leave an impression. I tied the robe back up and retreated inside, my heart racing but a small smile playing on my lips.The following evening, I decided to test the limits. I stepped outside wearing nothing at all. The night air felt electric against my skin, and I walked straight to the camera, standing so close that I could almost touch it. My hands trailed down my body, slow and deliberate, and I let myself imagine someone on the other side of that lens, watching every move.But before I could go any further, a sound broke the silence. A soft click, like a door closing. My head snapped toward the fence, and I saw movement in the shadows. Someone was there.“Enjoying yourself?” a voice called out, low and teasing.I froze, my heart pounding in my chest. “Who’s there?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.The figure stepped into the light, and I recognized him immediately. My neighbor. The one with the camera.He smirked, his eyes raking over me. “I think you already know.”

I stepped outside, the warm night air wrapping around me like a second skin. The humidity clung to my bare legs, and the oversized T-shirt I’d thrown on felt almost too light, like it might slip off if I moved too quickly. I didn’t care. The house felt stifling, and the backyard was my escape. Just a patch of grass, a clothesline I never used, and that old white plastic chair I’d dragged out here months ago. It wasn’t much, but it was mine.

I sank into the chair, the plastic creaking under my weight, and leaned back. The fence gave me a sense of privacy, even though it was just a flimsy wooden thing. The yard was small, tucked between two buildings, and I’d always felt safe here. Hidden. Like the world couldn’t touch me.

The breeze brushed against my skin, and I closed my eyes. My mind wandered, as it always did when I was alone like this. I thought about him — the one I shouldn’t be thinking about. The one who made my stomach twist in ways I didn’t want to admit. My thighs pressed together almost instinctively, and my hand drifted lower, just grazing the hem of my shirt. It wasn’t anything serious. Just a quiet moment, a little indulgence in the dark.

Then I opened my eyes.

There it was. A small, black security camera mounted on the corner of my neighbor’s house. Half-hidden by the eaves, but unmistakable now that I’d noticed it. My breath caught, and I froze. The camera was angled toward the yard. Toward me.

I yanked my shirt down, my heart pounding so loud I was sure it could be heard from the street. I sat perfectly still, trying to act normal, even though no one was around. _Was it recording? Did someone see me?_ My mind raced with questions I couldn’t answer. I didn’t even know if the camera was real or just some old, forgotten thing left behind by the previous tenants.

But once I’d seen it, I couldn’t unsee it.

The next night, I found myself outside again. The air was just as warm, just as heavy, and I couldn’t shake the thought of that camera. I sat in the same chair, my T-shirt loose and soft against my skin. This time, though, I didn’t close my eyes. I kept them fixed on the camera, half-hidden in the shadows.

My fingers toyed with the hem of my shirt, lifting it just enough to feel the cool air on my stomach. I hesitated, my heart thudding in my chest. _What if someone’s watching?_ The thought sent a shiver down my spine, but it wasn’t entirely unpleasant. There was something thrilling about it, something that made my skin prickle with anticipation.

I stood up slowly, my bare feet sinking into the grass. The camera stared back at me, unblinking. I took a step closer, then another, until I was standing right in front of it. My hand hovered over the hem of my shirt, and for a moment, I considered pulling it off completely. Giving whoever might be watching a show they wouldn’t forget.

But I didn’t. Not yet.

Instead, I turned away, letting the shirt ride up just enough to expose the curve of my lower back. I glanced over my shoulder, my eyes meeting the camera’s lens. _Let them wonder_, I thought. _Let them wait._

The next night, I went further.

I stepped outside wearing nothing but a thin robe, the fabric barely clinging to my body. The air was cooler now, and goosebumps rose on my skin as I walked toward the chair. I didn’t sit this time. I stood in front of the camera, my fingers trembling as I untied the robe and let it fall open.

The breeze brushed against my bare skin, and I felt exposed in a way that made my stomach flutter. My hands rested on my hips, and I tilted my head slightly, as if daring whoever might be watching to look closer. _Are you watching?_ I wondered. _Do you like what you see?_

I didn’t stay long. Just long enough to leave an impression. I tied the robe back up and retreated inside, my heart racing but a small smile playing on my lips.

The following evening, I decided to test the limits. I stepped outside wearing nothing at all. The night air felt electric against my skin, and I walked straight to the camera, standing so close that I could almost touch it. My hands trailed down my body, slow and deliberate, and I let myself imagine someone on the other side of that lens, watching every move.

But before I could go any further, a sound broke the silence. A soft click, like a door closing. My head snapped toward the fence, and I saw movement in the shadows. Someone was there.

“Enjoying yourself?” a voice called out, low and teasing.

I froze, my heart pounding in my chest. “Who’s there?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

The figure stepped into the light, and I recognized him immediately. My neighbor. The one with the camera.

He smirked, his eyes raking over me. “I think you already know.”

A woman living alone in a small rented unit finds unexpected thrills in her private backyard, where she discovers a hidden security camera. She becomes entangled in a dangerous game of voyeurism and exhibitionism, pushing her boundaries and testing her limits as she explores her desires in the shadows of the night.

There was a camera pointed at my yard while I was masturbating

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