Let me start out by saying that masturbation is a beautiful and satisfying form of sexual pleasure, but it's ten times better if someone watches or catches you. I have many stories of being both caught and watched.
My life as an exhibitionist/voyeur began as a youngster growing up with a household of sisters and their friends. I spent many an hour peering through the bathroom door at my sisters and their friends taking showers, stepping out, drying off and applying lotion. It was terribly exciting looking at their bodies, their faces, their hands and trying to be quite and undetected. I could barely control myself before high tailing back to my bedroom to relieve myself.
At night I would often go out to the back yard to the swinging bench, take my shorts and underwear off, think of all the nudity behind closed doors and proceed to get a massive hard on and jerk off, while everyone was inside doing the family thing. Once I discovered the art of masturbation, there was no turning back. In between girl friends I could always count on three pieces of my body for sexual release, my brain, my hand and my dick.
I eventually moved out of the house to Corona Del Mar, an upper middle class community in Southern California where your neighbors can be a few feet from you. A perfect place to show off the goods. I got the idea from a neighbor one night as I headed to the grocery store. I jumped in my vehicle and was about to put the key in the ignition when a light came on in the neighbors house and caught my eye. I was at such an angle that I could see into their home where no one else could. There she was, the young, maybe 27ish, airline attendant, wife without a stitch of clothes on, leaning against the doorjamb to the bathroom. It was a bizarre sight, she had a great body, beautiful blond hair, but up in monster curlers, masturbating like there was no tomorrow. Needless to say I stayed and watched until she writhed in ecstasy. I made it a point to try and get that parking space whenever it was available. I never did see her go at it again, but I was out there waiting and hoping. It was at this point that I thought it would be exhilarating to do the same for my female neighbors whom might be looking my way. This was the start of my life long passion for exhibitionism.