Exhibitionism & Voyeurism - made to go with one another

[Mindfondler]

I'm an ethical voyeur, in the sense that I enjoy watching people who are aware and happy (in some cases delighted!) for me to do so. It's important to me that I respect their scene — it's about them, not me — by keeping quiet and still, with a light gaze that doesn't linger uncomfortably. It's a privilege for me to be there, and I'll back away if I sense any discomfort about that.

The pleasure for me stems from tapping into the chemistry between the partners whom I'm watching and — if I'm invited — adding my own positive, supportive vibes. I spend most of my time observing faces and eyes so that I can connect with the exchanges of interpersonal energy. I'm sensitive to emotions, so it's easy for me to do that.

My best experience so far was watching a BDSM scene between a couple of friends: their first scene in public together. I sat a comfortable distance away, out of the eyeline of both players, but within glancing distance if either wanted to reach me that way. The scene was gorgeous and intimate. My female friend had said beforehand that she was nervous and she periodically looked across to me briefly for reassurance; my gentle smiles and nods confirmed to her that she looked great. Some time later, when our friends had finished aftercare, I checked in with them that I hadn't been intrusive. They both said that it had been fine, and that they'd had a wonderful scene. It felt good for me to be there for that.
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[simontempler]

Beach time

In the summer time I like to visit the nudest beaches and have quite often come across exhibitionist couples there who like to be watched. I find it such a turn on to watch and they clearly enjoy being watched. I am hoping this summer brings more of the same.

 

[TieyouTight]

When I lived in London, in about 2006, I had an apartment a couple of roads up from Portobello Road. It was a two-bed, first floor flat. I loved that neighbourhood and that home. It also came with a beautiful and surprising little perk.

My bedroom window looked down on the small garden below. At the back of that garden, which was frequented by foxes, there was back fence that separated the back garden of the opposite building to me. Anyone who has been to London and understands that city's terraced housing, and how this layout would work from a bird's eye view in a city block system will know what I mean.

In summer and spring, large leafy trees would come to life and naturally block and shield the sight lines of both properties. But in autumn and winter, as the temperature fell, the leaves would drop away, opening up a line of sight between the back sides of the terraced houses. Thinking back, I would guess rear window to rear window would measure about 20 metres.

One autumnal morning as I was in my room I looked across the garden and into the other flat. I noticed a brunette woman, I'd say early 30s, using a white towel to dry herself off, in the opposite first level bedroom to mine. Mesmerised, I stood and watched. I couldn't make out the fine detail of her body, but I could see her nakedness, her body movement, the way she dried herself, her legs, her limbs, her hair. At some point, she too looked across the way and saw me. We both stood there. Our gazes fixed. Then, after a couple of hold your breath moments, she carried on, knowingly, and very lazily continued to dry herself off... for me, for us. Of course, encouraged, I stood there... the sole audience member of a magical show she was happy to put on and act out.

That happened a couple of dozen times over an 18 month period. There was nothing fixed or forced, it was just natural. I didn't get leery, or want to masturbate while she would dry herself and get changed for me. It didn't feel like that was part of the routine. Neither did I want to go and knock on her door, to try and say hello. It just was what it was. An exciting and fleeting dance, dependent on Mother Nature's seasons and fortunate timing.

One time I told my longtime best friend about it, when he came to stay with me in London. I remember when I left for work he came into my bedroom and camped out on my bed, hoping to see the show. He waited, but the show never began.

Our building had a bright pink door. I remember it felt lucky from the moment I got the keys from the estate agent. Happy memories

 

[Erotic69er]

Many thanks for all your posts.

Exhibitionism and voyeurism are such lovely traits to have and share.
It often brightens up our day and provides such lovely memories.
Many thanks for your posts.

 

[Jada59]

I love showing off for real. Not in pics. I love being watched. Watching is good too but I don't go looking for it. Always nice when I stumble onto something though.

 

[whenagain]

I love showing off for real. Not in pics. I love being watched. Watching is good too but I don't go looking for it. Always nice when I stumble onto something though.

Do you like sex in public?

 

[Erotic69er]

Simon I love people watching on a beach too

In the summer time I like to visit the nudest beaches and have quite often come across exhibitionist couples there who like to be watched. I find it such a turn on to watch and they clearly enjoy being watched. I am hoping this summer brings more of the same.

I’m never sleepy or ogling, just discreet. I’ve seen quite a few couples enjoy sex often in a wooded section close to the beach. I’ve had sex that way too, always away from people but close enough in the hope that someone may be enjoying quietly watching as I have often done.
The south of France has many such places and the warm sun makes most people lose their inhibitions.

 

[spawnofdavey]

I'm an ethical voyeur, in the sense that I enjoy watching people who are aware and happy (in some cases delighted!) for me to do so. It's important to me that I respect their scene — it's about them, not me — by keeping quiet and still, with a light gaze that doesn't linger uncomfortably. It's a privilege for me to be there, and I'll back away if I sense any discomfort about that.

The pleasure for me stems from tapping into the chemistry between the partners whom I'm watching and — if I'm invited — adding my own positive, supportive vibes. I spend most of my time observing faces and eyes so that I can connect with the exchanges of interpersonal energy. I'm sensitive to emotions, so it's easy for me to do that.

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I understand and agree with this wholeheartedly.

 

[meohmyoh44]

When I was in my twenties, my girlfriend and I lived in a hippie colony at Makena Beach in Hawaii on Maui. WE got used to being naked all the time. Everyone else was naked also. After the first few days it seemed normal and natural.

 

[Erotic69er]

The swinging 60’s & 70’s

The word seemed to be a very joyous place in these days.
Free love and burning bra’s.
I fondly remember micro mini skirt and see thro blouses.
On a nice summers day we would just strip off and sunbathe or skinny dip. Having various partners was the norm. Such happy days.
Ehibitionism and voyeurism was fairly normal. You never lose that bohemian outlook on life.

 

[KDLeon]

As is typical, those who have never been to a nudist camp think it's all about exhibitionism and voyeurism. It's not. It's much like going to a non-nudist resort except without clothes. Once everyone is naked the sexual implications are lost. Believe me. I was raised going to them.

 

[o2baPrince]

As is typical, those who have never been to a nudist camp think it's all about exhibitionism and voyeurism. It's not. It's much like going to a non-nudist resort except without clothes. Once everyone is naked the sexual implications are lost. Believe me. I was raised going to them.

Well, ok, I can understand that a bit. But there does seem to be a sizable minority of people that enjoy the views. And I have heard there are some camps that have adult only areas where sex is allowed, as opposed to simple adults only areas. But maybe I have been reading to much porn, and talking to people on porn sites. I have only been to two, and that was years ago. And maybe the Finnish camp in October really shouldn't count....

 

[N2outdoors]

I really do enjoy the voyeuristic side of things. One of my earliest sexual experiences was as a voyeur. I have always been very curious about the intimate lives of others and what secrets they have. What naughty things they get up to.

I couldn’t agree more. I share the same interests. I love hearing about others activities. Or better seeing them.

 

[HoldYouDown]

When I lived in London, in about 2006, I had an apartment a couple of roads up from Portobello Road. It was a two-bed, first floor flat. I loved that neighbourhood and that home. It also came with a beautiful and surprising little perk.

My bedroom window looked down on the small garden below. At the back of that garden, which was frequented by foxes, there was back fence that separated the back garden of the opposite building to me. Anyone who has been to London and understands that city's terraced housing, and how this layout would work from a bird's eye view in a city block system will know what I mean.

In summer and spring, large leafy trees would come to life and naturally block and shield the sight lines of both properties. But in autumn and winter, as the temperature fell, the leaves would drop away, opening up a line of sight between the back sides of the terraced houses. Thinking back, I would guess rear window to rear window would measure about 20 metres.

One autumnal morning as I was in my room I looked across the garden and into the other flat. I noticed a brunette woman, I'd say early 30s, using a white towel to dry herself off, in the opposite first level bedroom to mine. Mesmerised, I stood and watched. I couldn't make out the fine detail of her body, but I could see her nakedness, her body movement, the way she dried herself, her legs, her limbs, her hair. At some point, she too looked across the way and saw me. We both stood there. Our gazes fixed. Then, after a couple of hold your breath moments, she carried on, knowingly, and very lazily continued to dry herself off... for me, for us. Of course, encouraged, I stood there... the sole audience member of a magical show she was happy to put on and act out.

That happened a couple of dozen times over an 18 month period. There was nothing fixed or forced, it was just natural. I didn't get leery, or want to masturbate while she would dry herself and get changed for me. It didn't feel like that was part of the routine. Neither did I want to go and knock on her door, to try and say hello. It just was what it was. An exciting and fleeting dance, dependent on Mother Nature's seasons and fortunate timing.

One time I told my longtime best friend about it, when he came to stay with me in London. I remember when I left for work he came into my bedroom and camped out on my bed, hoping to see the show. He waited, but the show never began.

Our building had a bright pink door. I remember it felt lucky from the moment I got the keys from the estate agent. Happy memories

This was a great story. I had the reverse happen, in Brooklyn. I was in the bathroom in my boxers, brushing my teeth, grooming, etc., when I noticed a woman in the building behind me (think Rear Window) watching me. She was doing things but just sort of paused and watched. I pretended not to notice (could see from the corner of my eye) and started running my hands along my chest, slowly. Eventually I put my hand in my boxers and tilted my head back. It was a bit theatrical but hey, I had an audience. She continued watching, but at that point I lost my nerve. I dropped my boxers, but hopped in the shower to finish behind the curtain. Unfortunately, unlike your tale, the scene only played out once. I still remember it as one of the hotter moments I've had.

 

[N2outdoors]

I love sitting in a busy bar or cafe with a short skirt and no panties.

My kind of woman! So sexy!! I’d love such a beautiful and sexy woman flashing me.

 

[Erotic69er]

The farmers wife

One of my earliest experience of voyeurism occurred when i was 13.
I used to walk home from school via the local farm. I heard a woman moaning behind a wall adjacent to,the entrance to the farm.
I peeked over the wall to see the head boy from our school fucking the farmers wife. I watched for ages as they lustily enjoyed one another against the side of the shed.
I vividly remember her large breasts bouncing around as they fucked with great joy. She just moaned and moaned with pleasure.
I often watched then until the summer term was over abpnd he went to university.
I still masterbate as I visualise and think about them enjoying one another’s bodies.
I wonder if they were hoping to be watched.

 

[Erotic69er]

https://i.pinimg.com/originals/45/cb/3a/45cb3ae68f035ceeeacc68bddad619a7.jpg

This picture reminds me of my wife in our early years of marriage. I would encourage her to go out wearing a short semi see through dress wearing nothing underneath.
She loved the feel of her unfettered boobs bouncing as she walked along the street and the admiring glances. Often her nipples and dark aroelas with her dark bush would just be visible thro the thin material I’d her dress. She had a lovely figure with great legs.
It turned us both on. Great fun.

 

[Justfantasies]

https://i.pinimg.com/originals/45/cb/3a/45cb3ae68f035ceeeacc68bddad619a7.jpg

This picture reminds me of my wife in our early years of marriage. I would encourage her to go out wearing a short semi see through dress wearing nothing underneath.
She loved the feel of her unfettered boobs bouncing as she walked along the street and the admiring glances. Often her nipples and dark aroelas with her dark bush would just be visible thro the thin material I’d her dress. She had a lovely figure with great legs.
It turned us both on. Great fun.

Did she often get approached by men?

 

[Dreamer110]

https://i.pinimg.com/originals/45/cb/3a/45cb3ae68f035ceeeacc68bddad619a7.jpg

This picture reminds me of my wife in our early years of marriage. I would encourage her to go out wearing a short semi see through dress wearing nothing underneath.
She loved the feel of her unfettered boobs bouncing as she walked along the street and the admiring glances. Often her nipples and dark aroelas with her dark bush would just be visible thro the thin material I’d her dress. She had a lovely figure with great legs.
It turned us both on. Great fun.

While my wife never wore anything quite so revealing she had no problem in the blouse area. And last night I convinced her to get some more revealing tops. Can't wait.

 

[Annatartywife]

Have enjoyed being a 'tease' since I discovered the power and effect it has over men.
Have had multiple experiences and continue to do so

Great fun!!

 

[Smoothshavendad]

Have enjoyed being a 'tease' since I discovered the power and effect it has over men.
Have had multiple experiences and continue to do so

Great fun!!

Oh to be in Scotland...

 

[Annatartywife]

Oh to be in Scotland...

When the weather allows LOL x

 

[Erotic69er]

She didn’t get approached outside but admired

Did she often get approached by men?

Indoors in a pub or at a party she got chatted up big time. She loved the attention. I loved it too. So nice not being jealous and sharing

 

[Annatartywife]

Indoors in a pub or at a party she got chatted up big time. She loved the attention. I loved it too. So nice not being jealous and sharing

Absolutely!
Same with us. Mike never gets 'jealous' over any attention I receive.
Love to get chatted up...Some of the lines guys use LOL

 

[Mutau]

Write them down

Absolutely!
Same with us. Mike never gets 'jealous' over any attention I receive.
Love to get chatted up...Some of the lines guys use LOL

@ Annatartywife:

Whenever the lads approach you, remember their bumbling attempts. When you take a break to go to the loo write them down.

Once a month, put them into a post of your new thread: "Pick-up Lines: Good, Bad, and the Ugly" for others to have a giggle or two.