It soon became apparent that Jodie was an exhibitionist – I discovered this one afternoon not too long after meeting her. Jodie never did move in with me, rather she would stay Thursday, Friday and Saturday nights, then go home Sunday afternoon/evening.
When I first met Jodie she couldn't drive, so the days she was staying, I would pick her up from the hospital (she was a nurse) and bring her back to mine. Without exception the first thing she would do once home was to have a shower, afterwards she would never get dressed; rather she would just put on a fairly short white towelling gown.
I lived on the third floor (counting the ground floor as the first) of a purpose built block, it was on a fairly busy road, but being three floors up we weren't overlooked. Opposite was a terrace of 1930’s style houses, our floor was roughly level with their roofs.
The lounge and bedroom faced the road, the kitchen and bathroom was at the rear. The lounge had a huge pair of French doors which led onto a small balcony, which was pretty useless because it extended probably no more than about 24”, and overlooked the busy road. The doors however were great and weather permitting were always open. During the summer months we would often open the French doors; wait for the sun to come round in the early afternoon, then lay on the floor and sun bathe naked in the lounge!
Anyway, one winter’s afternoon I picked up Jodie from work and we drove home. She went to get showered; I went into the lounge and pulled the curtains across the French doors. Exactly opposite I could see a couple of guys working on the roof; they had a scaffold up and were at about the same level as us. It was only about 5:30pm, but I remember thinking that the guys must be cold and miserable working in the dark.
I went off to the kitchen to get some dinner sorted; Jodie was a vegetarian, so I did about 99% of the cooking during the years we were together.
When I heard Jodie come out of the bathroom, I went in. After a quick shower I came out to hear the hair-dryer being used in the lounge – this was unusual because she wouldn't normally dry her hair, and certainly not in the lounge.
I went in to the lounge puzzled and found her standing right in the middle of the room, she had her robe on, and even though she had her back to me, I could see it was hanging open. I asked her what was she doing – she turned and with her usual cheeky smile said, “nothing, I’m just drying my hair”.
Just then I noticed the curtains had been opened by about 2 or 3 feet. I had only just closed them so I knew she must have re-opened them. Then I realized what she was doing, she was giving the roofers a show!
I smiled, shook my head and said “you naughty girl” – she feigned innocence and said “what, what do you mean” – “I know what you’re doing” I said laughing.
I went next door to the darkened bedroom and looked across to see both the builders trying to look casual, but both staring across in to our well lit lounge.
There were two of them, and every now and then the younger looking one would punch the older one on the shoulder, they kept looking at each other and laughing, but not for long as their attention was fixed on the ‘show’. At this point they stopped trying to look casual and just stood there staring. I think the older one’s legs must have started to give way, because he dropped to one knee with his hands on the deck. His mate remained stood, but was leaning on him with one hand.
I went back to the lounge, took the hair-dryer from Jodie (her hair was well and truly dry by this stage!) and dropped it on the floor. I put my arms around her and cupped both her breasts. I slowly worked my way down her belly and below. I played and teased with her pussy for a while, then worked my way back up to her tits, then up to her shoulders and took her robe off. I turned her around to face me, giving the guys a good view of her wonderful backside – I reached down and grabbed both cheeks, pulling them apart. At this point Jodie was groaning deep guttural noises into my ear, and I could feel her legs getting weak.
If I had had a dinning table I would have dragged it over and fucked her on it, but I didn't so I put her on the floor, on all fours. Her pussy was dripping wet; I rubbed my cock several times from her belly to her bum and back again. I then put just the tip in her pussy and held it there, moving it in and out by no more than half an inch. She was pushing back into me trying to get my length, but I was holding her tight and moving my hips back, just to tease her some. She knew I was going to make her beg for it, which she duly did. I pushed into her hard and gave her a really good pounding. Whenever she was really feeling it, she would go down on to her elbows and pull her own hair whilst literally sobbing – she was doing this so I knew she was really enjoying herself and was loving it that we were being watched.
Neither of us lasted long, but boy was it a good one. Afterwards, we both lay there laughing, playfully arguing as to who was going to get up to close the curtains or turn the light off!
In the end we both rolled out of view, and I circumnavigated the lounge until I reached the light switch. I didn’t check on the builders again, although I did tease Jodie that they might well be knocking on the door at any second. I told her it would only be fair to ‘accommodate’ them, as she had put their lives at risk by giving them wobbly legs, 30 feet above ground level!
Needless to say, they didn’t knock and my guess is they didn’t do too much more work, or stay around for too much longer.
Over the years we had several times when we put on a ‘show’, most often when we were staying in hotels or on holiday, but that time has always counted as the best memory for me
