I Got Caught Naked
I wanted to share one last experience here. In the early 90s I had a fourth floor flat in the middle of the city. One night, after returning home from drinking, I ******** naked...then realized I had forgotten to get smokes.
It was probably around 3 a.m. or so. There was a cigarette machine on the street below, about a half a block up from the main door to my building. Looking out my window, I saw the street was dark and nobody was around. In my half-drunken state, I decided to walk down naked to the machine.
Grabbing my keys and 5 Marks, I went out my door, and walked down the four flights to the main door, pushed it open and stepped right out onto the street.
The street where I lived was kind of a back street that ran between high buildings, with the main street at the end. I walked naked and barefoot the entire way to the cig machine...getting fully hard along the way.
After getting my smokes, I passed by a mirror in a shop window and stopped. I'd never actually seen myself like that, naked in public with a hard-on. It was too much, and I started stroking right there on the sidewalk.
Suddenly, I heard a female voice call out "woo hoo!" from above me. I looked up, trying to find the source of the sound, but I couldn't. Apparently I was being watched from one of the upper windows...but I couldn't see anyone.
Finally, common sense at last got the better of me, and I turned to walk back to my building.
I walked quickly, worried. As I went, I heard the female voice again calling down "Hey! Where you going?" I still couldn't find where it was coming from though.
After letting myself in, I stood in the entrance way by the mailboxes on the wall and jerked off. I was scared to death but very excited at the thought of what I had just done.
The next day, I couldn't believe what I'd done, and worried about it constantly...looking out my window, searching the windows across the street...trying to figure out which one I was seen from.
I never did figure it out.
And as time passed though, nothing ever came of it, but I didn't do that again. Still, while that was some 18 years ago now, I still jerk off to it, fantasizing about different outcomes.
It was probably around 3 a.m. or so. There was a cigarette machine on the street below, about a half a block up from the main door to my building. Looking out my window, I saw the street was dark and nobody was around. In my half-drunken state, I decided to walk down naked to the machine.
Grabbing my keys and 5 Marks, I went out my door, and walked down the four flights to the main door, pushed it open and stepped right out onto the street.
The street where I lived was kind of a back street that ran between high buildings, with the main street at the end. I walked naked and barefoot the entire way to the cig machine...getting fully hard along the way.
After getting my smokes, I passed by a mirror in a shop window and stopped. I'd never actually seen myself like that, naked in public with a hard-on. It was too much, and I started stroking right there on the sidewalk.
Suddenly, I heard a female voice call out "woo hoo!" from above me. I looked up, trying to find the source of the sound, but I couldn't. Apparently I was being watched from one of the upper windows...but I couldn't see anyone.
Finally, common sense at last got the better of me, and I turned to walk back to my building.
I walked quickly, worried. As I went, I heard the female voice again calling down "Hey! Where you going?" I still couldn't find where it was coming from though.
After letting myself in, I stood in the entrance way by the mailboxes on the wall and jerked off. I was scared to death but very excited at the thought of what I had just done.
The next day, I couldn't believe what I'd done, and worried about it constantly...looking out my window, searching the windows across the street...trying to figure out which one I was seen from.
I never did figure it out.
And as time passed though, nothing ever came of it, but I didn't do that again. Still, while that was some 18 years ago now, I still jerk off to it, fantasizing about different outcomes.