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Back in my college days, my ex and I lived in a duplex and shared a clothesline with the neighbors. One hot summer day, I got home from my summer job and stripped in the bedroom to shower. I noticed the neighbor lady out in the back yard hanging clothes on the line. I went over to close the curtain, but for some reason I decided not to. When I walked over to the dresser, I could see her in the mirror looking in the window. I found I was getting turned on and enjoying myself. I turned around and started walking around the bedroom while watching her out of the corner of my eye. When I would move out of sight, she would move a few steps so she could see me again. I thought she might strain her neck because she was so intent on looking at me. I did this for about five minutes, and then when I couldn't stand it any longer, I turned straight to the window and gave her a perfect view of my unclothed body. Then, I started pleasuring myself as she watched, still pretending I didn't know she was there. When I was ready for completion, I went into the bathroom and finished. This happened several more times during that summer. I sure hated it when school started again and I wasn't home during the day anymore. -Malcolm, 60