Need To Be Seen
by KnottLynnHardey

A smalltown girl discovers an urge to exhibit herself.

Morgan lay naked on her bed squirming with pleasure, her fingers dancing over her clit, a toy vibrating wonderfully inside her delighted pussy. Writhing in wanton delight, the young woman was elated, three men were staring through her window, watching her masturbate. Pretending she didn't know she was being observed, Morgan exposed as much of her nudity as possible to the men watching from next door.

Aroused beyond anything she had even thought possible, Morgan reached climax repeatedly as she joyfully exhibited herself. As her left hand worked the vibrator in and out, her right roamed over her wriggling body, touching here and there, teasing and prolonging her pleasure.

Thrilled to have an audience, Morgan fucked herself with the toy. Compelled to show the depth of her passion, Morgan's lust required she display herself to those strangers. The gratification she took from being seen, to having witnesses to her debauchery, was too keen to deny.

For the last week, Morgan had been performing these peep shows for the construction workers erecting a new building next door. Morgan had been giving them glimpses of herself in underwear, or quick flashes of her breasts, harmless, but naughty stuff that got her hot.

This performance was far beyond anything she had dared before, and the thrill of shattering taboo was making her cum powerfully. Pressing her feet to the bed, she lifted her hips and spread her thighs, driving the long, smooth vibrator deep inside her pulsing sex. Knowing full well that the men would get an unobstructed view of her recently shaved pussy made it even more satisfying. With one hand, she returned to rubbing her little button furiously while moving the vibrating tool in and out of her slippery slit.

The burning ache in her clit impelled her to rub quicker and work the dildo faster. The pressure of the vibrating invader driving deep inside felt wonderful, the friction of it moving over her slick insides was delectable. Keen, agonizing bliss shot outward along her body from her clitoris, driving her wild.

Peeking at the men watching her do these lewd things to herself made everything more erotically charged. Deep in the throes of her ecstasy, Morgan slitted her eyes, looking down her straining body, past her window and into the lot next door where another man had joined the group watching her make a spectacle of herself.

Not twenty five feet from her perverted performance, four men stood gaping at her. Incredibly, the addition of another viewer increased the power of her orgasm. Wriggling her hips with relish, grinding the vibrating tool even deeper inside, Morgan whimpered weakly, meek in the grip of her merciless lust. Coerced by ecstasy to behave in a way she was deeply ashamed of, the normally shy and sheltered young woman was thrilled by the way the men were staring so intently at her.

It was an act of rebellion as much as an act of liberation to expose herself doing such an intimate act. The fear of discovery and the need to be seen mingled inexorably together. In spite of the taboo of it, Morgan was inflamed by revealing her body to those construction workers. The forbidden nature of masturbating for onlookers enhanced the wickedness of her behaviour. Another orgasm had her now, urging her on and there was no turning back.

Thoughts left her as physical ecstasy swamped all else. Unable to keep her eyes open, Morgan shut out the wonderful view of men's faces and fell down into an inner kaleidoscopic landscape of perverted images gathered over eighteen years of existence.

As her body tumbled through waves of euphoria, Morgan's brain spewed forth erotic thoughts and ideas, demanding she gaze into the most depraved concepts she could conceive of. In her mind those men weren't over on the next building, they were right here around her bed, jacking off while looking at her.

In her fantasy world, a realm of carnal depravity, Morgan was the supreme object of lust and these men were helpless to refrain from touching themselves at the mere sight of her nudity. As bliss ignited every nerve in her body, Morgan fantasized about the men exploding with orgasms at witnessing her rapture.

The reality of actually being watched blurred the edges of her fantasy and Morgan opened her eyes to see five men were now gazing at her. Once more, her eyes clenched as a detonation of pure ecstasy expanded along her nervous system and ignited another, even more mighty, climactic wave.

One pleasure- seeing actual men watch her sordid conduct- multiplied the other, the fantasy scene of different men climaxing at the vision of her beauty. Breathlessly gasping at the strain of her paroxysms of pleasure, Morgan mewled, desperately trying not to make noise, the habit of growing up in a house full of people.

Inevitably, the orgasms ended, yet even the aftershocks were forceful, making her judder and quake as she lay panting on her bed. As the world of fantasy dissipated, the reality of her situation became more concrete. Real-life men were watching her dazed, weak and sprawling naked in plain view. It was so much better than the fantasy that it made her cry. Conflicting emotions were churning around in her stomach, chest and brain. The swirling feeling made her feel drunk, out of control and impulsive.

Moving both hands to her breasts, she left the vibrator wedged deep inside, still buzzing, making her pussy tingle. Morgan fondled her smooth, sensitive breasts, caressing skin that ached for touch. Helpless to stop herself, she peeked at the collection of faces ogling her. Morgan could see the men from the knees up, the frame of the building elevated enough for them to see down into her bedroom window.

Teasing her hypersensitive nipples sent electric jolts through her chest to her spine. The more she touched them the further the cold heat of sensation flowed up and down her nervous system. In seconds her clit pulsed with jealousy. Instead, she gave her tender clit a rest as she recovered from the intensity of her climaxes.

Frustrated, she dropped her hands to the bed.

The problem was the men were still looking at her. The lust on their faces was an aphrodisiac, a whip lashing her to keep going, to keep performing for them. Morgan was still insatiably horny. The part of her brain that gloried in being watched, only recently awoken, urged her to keep going. Sexual fulfillment eluded her. Yearning for satisfaction, Morgan slid her hands over her body. Stroking her slender, toned legs she relished touching the soft skin over hard muscle. Letting her thighs fall open, she stroked fingers along receptive skin, teasing herself and her audience.

Undulating her hips as the toy hummed away in her clenching core, Morgan panted as passion took hold once more. Brushing her flat tummy and caressing her tits, the young woman ached for more sensation. Twisting this way and that for her audience, exhilarated by being observed in this sordid state, shed still pretended not to know she was being observed. Sexual frustration tormented the horny young woman exhibiting her petite, athletic body to the enraptured onlookers.

In her heightened state of arousal, Morgan felt her body tremble with a tiny flutter of an orgasm without even touching her clit. Before discovering the joy of being watched, the shy girl had always found climaxes elusive, however being witnessed as she behaved so lewdly brought her utter delight. For the first time in he life orgasms were exploding rapidly and powerfully in her tiny frame.

The keen fear of discovery, the absolute knowledge that this was wrong and was going to get her in some kind of trouble was a dark impulse goading her behaviour, but awareness of that was a dust mote of consciousness in the hurricane of passion sweeping over her awareness. An animalistic need to be witnessed, finally exposed as a sexual being, a woman... that atavistic need overrode all else.

With her hands being controlled by her sex, not her brain, her fingers once more began to caress her tingling clit and move the vibrator in and out of her clenching pussy. Nothing within her imagination was as erotic as the view of those men watching her vulgar exploits, so Morgan held open her eyes, watching them watch her. Morgan plunged off the edge of morality and dove headlong into depravity.

*****

Morgan was the youngest of five children from a lower-middle-class Midwestern family. All her life she had been ignored, overlooked in a brood of siblings who all found ways to excel at things before she was old enough to even compete.

Morgan was a champion level badminton player, but her eldest brother was a football star, so the much less glamorous sport she excelled at didn't even register to her family. Her eldest sister was exceptional at scholarly pursuits, with grades unreachable for Morgan, even though the younger girl loved learning. Morgan's second brother was charming, excelled at music and performance, far outshining Morgan's years of dance. The last sibling was Morgan's closest in age, a sister who was mechanically inclined and so, was the apple of their father's eye.

That father's eye was almost never cast toward the small after-thought daughter who never seemed to assert herself in any meaningful way. Morgan was simply not as feisty as the rest of her siblings. Everyone, including her parents, were athletic, attractive people. So was Morgan, but she didn't stand out in that exceptional crowd. At school, boys either had crushes on Morgan's older sisters, or were too afraid of her big brothers to ask her out.

In desperation, searching for an identity out from under the shadow of her siblings, Morgan had moved to the west coast to live with a hippy aunt that she hadn't seen since she was seven. Terrified of the change, depressed at the thought of staying, she moved far away from everything she knew.

The move was almost everything she dreamed it would be. Aunt Amelia was kind and beautiful, but very busy, so she became another person who had little time for Morgan. None-the-less, the new transplant to the city felt her spirits lift as she stretched the wings of the constrained emerging from under the shadow of her exceptional siblings.

Aunt Amelia's house was huge, but falling apart. There were three stories above ground with an unfinished basement. Amelia was the somewhat successful editor of an online magazine she'd started in the late nineties, but she needed a tenant to help pay for the mortgage in her expensive city. Morgan's room was spacious and bright, a big window dominating the western wall. The room in aunt Amelia's house was on the top floor and had a clear unobstructed view of the city falling toward the sea. The huge, old house was on a block in the midst of big changes.

"That view is new. There used to be another house just like this next door and another beyond that" Amelia had told her when Morgan had gushed about the view. "They tore them down as soon as the weather got nice last Spring and they're building a big condo complex there now. Redeveloping the neighbourhood. Pffft!" Amelia had been disgusted by the gentrification going on. "Don't get used to the view, before long it'll be gone."

Morgan found everything about being in a new place exciting, so even the noise and activity on the construction site was novel to a farm girl. Settling into her new home, Morgan soon felt like Amelia's was a place she could be happy. There was no competition for the shower, no arguments over what to watch, or missing out on delicious foods because she was late to the table.

Morgan put out the few tchotchkes she'd brought with her from the family home and began trying to discover who she was.

Since infancy Morgan had traipsed around in her room freely undressed. It was merely her natural state. The habit had continued when she moved to the city. When she moved in, the construction next door was only just beginning on the basement, so the risk of being seen through the window hadn't even occurred to the naive girl.

Sex in general hadn't been on Morgan's radar for long. The family's natural gift of charisma had helped Morgan charm friends, but any flirting she did was unintentional. The only attention she craved was from her exceptional family. That inward focus and determination to be noticed by her relatives hindered the development of her sexual identity. Flirtation hadn't occurred to her as a form of attention because almost no-one flirted with her first.

Not until her last sister's graduated did Morgan become one of the prettiest girl in school. When the boys she grew up with suddenly started flirting with her, Morgan was too far behind. Awkward first attempts to flirt back were mocked, so she once again buried herself in sports and study. The depression that followed impelled her to flee when she graduated.

The first few weeks in the big city revealed to Morgan that even her impressive sisters wouldn't be big fish in that huge pond. Feeling even more invisible, she hadn't gone looking for dates, just work. Morgan needed a job very badly.

Growing up her family had not been wealthy, no-one had money in their town. The move west had cost everything Morgan had and her parents didn't have any savings for her, the last of five. Aunt Amelia charged $500 in rent, very reasonable in the big city, but getting work was a long, humiliating prospect that ended when she finally got a job as a waitress two weeks after arriving.

Slowly, her life in the big city came into focus. Work, exercise and studying the new styles and ways woman behaved in the big city occupied a large part of Morgan's mind as she tried to acclimatize to her new surroundings.

The weather was almost always warm on the coast and Morgan loved running and doing yoga outside, the habit of being in shape for competitions still ingrained. The first time she walked home wearing a tank top and shorts after a yoga session in the park she thought nothing of it, many other women at the park had been dressed the same. The outfit seemed reasonable on a hot day, so it was quite a shock when the construction workers whistled and cat-called her as she passed.

Back home men had cat-called, but she had always known who they were; Billy Masters, the jerk on her brother's team, or Mr. Klippet the pervert who spent every weekend at the strippers. The city men were strangers and knew where she lived. It was more scary.

But it was also surprisingly exciting.

Running up to her room she looked at herself in the mirror and tried to see what the men saw when they whistled. Morgan was small, 5'3" and 115 pounds. Every part of her was compact, but she did have feminine curves and her skin was tanned from hours outside. She looked healthy and vibrant, long, fair hair in a pony-tail.

"Pretty cute... but sexy?" she wondered.

As she prepared to get into the shower, she glanced at herself in the full length mirror on the door of her aunt's funky, antique wardrobe. When she was down to her underwear she assessed her body, seeing a glimpse of the sexy woman the men saw. Something in the proportions of her hips, to waist, to shoulders... perhaps her silhouette was the ideal ratio.

Just then movement next door caught her eye. The sheltered young woman was not in any way self-conscious as she glanced to the side to see what had caught her attention. Morgan looked over and saw a man twenty feet away working on the building next door. Wondering if he was one of the men who cat-called, she watched him working for a moment.

The man was in a harness, working with a hammer to erect a frame for a wall. Basking in the warm sunbeam shining into her room, Morgan looked at the young man, his fit body agile as he worked on the dangerous height of the building just below.

Suddenly she saw him dart his eyes at her surreptitiously. Bemused by his suspicious glance, she looked around. Looking down at herself, she realized she was standing in plain view in just her bra and panties. The sun illuminated her in the window, her bare skin glowing warmly.

Immediately two powerful impulses washed over her in equal intensity. Simultaneously, she had the powerful urge to take off her undergarments and reveal herself fully and the more reasonable instinct to step out sight of the window. Hesitating, frozen by the two conflicting desires, Morgan felt herself grow more aroused the longer she stood there. Unmoving, she saw the man spying on her glance over two, three then four more times. Each brush of his eyes lasted longer as he scanned her body. Shocked by her own behaviour, titillated by his gaze, Morgan learned that she enjoyed him looking at her nearly nude body.

Then the thought of her family finding out she was exposing herself to a stranger finally goaded her to retreat out of the sunbeam.

Hiding out of the light, peering around the wardrobe, Morgan saw the moment he registered her absence. The man stopped working and risked a full-faced gaze into the window to catch sight of her. Darting further behind cover, Morgan felt her body flush with a very adult feeling desire.

Until that moment physical pleasure alone had been the reason she ever masturbated. It felt good to her body, but her brain was only vaguely involved. Suddenly her brain was alive with perverted thoughts. Morgan found she was standing in her room, peeking out from behind her wardrobe, masturbating while looking at the man across the way. The idea that he had just been looking at her in her underwear was making her body flush with liquid warmth.

Visions of stepping out and letting him see her touch herself filled her mind and her body reacted in ways she hadn't known it could. As if she were discovering some mystical power she never knew she had, Morgan unsealed a passion that lay dormant inside her until that moment.

Before then, climaxes had been elusive and rarely attained. Masturbating was merely enjoyable, not compelling. As she slumped to the floor, she felt euphoric from having had a man see her almost naked for the first time. Morgan climaxed long and hard as she fucked herself with her fingers. Debauched thoughts flashed through her mind as her fingers unleashed bliss between her legs. Delightedly, surprised to finally understand what true sexual desire was, Morgan plunged into a new depth of pleasure, one that most people find, but that had eluded her for a long time.

Occasionally peeking out her window at the man working next door, the enraptured teen obeyed her sensitive button, stroking herself for long moments as ecstasy robbed her of shame. As with any new discovery, Morgan explored her newfound desire, imagining stepping into view once more. The merest thought of it sent needle sharp stabs of pure lust along her nerves.

But nothing lasts forever.

When she felt her lust flagging after a time, she dared herself to walk across the window in her bra and soaking wet panties. Morgan felt a salacious thrill as she braved exposure to the man working fifteen feet from her window. The horny teen passed the window. As she did she glanced out and saw him watching her out of the corner of his eye. Morgan found it exhilarating that he didn't know she was aware of his gaze.

On the other side of the room, Morgan immediately rubbed herself to a powerful climax, biting her lip to keep from crying out with passion. The briefest of exposures was enough to fuel her orgasm for another few moments. Morgan had lost twenty minutes to her depravity before realizing in panic, she had to clean herself up to get to work on time.

Rushing out the door, Morgan found herself nervous, but thrilled to walk past the work-site this time. A waitress at a family restaurant chain, she was wearing dark slacks and a navy tank-top to wear under her uniform shirt. Nothing overtly sexual, still the idea of them looking at her, assessing her sexual desirability got her excited.

Striding out the door, trying to appear aloof, she wore headphones, but hadn't turned them on yet, wanting to hear what the men said.

"Damn girl!"

"Lookin' good baby!"

"I'd make you FEEL so good!"

"I'd eat that pussy all NIGHT!"

The lewd calls didn't make her feel disgusted, or threatened this time. The thrill of being seen as a sexual being, the excitement of being wanted gave her a tingle of happiness that radiated from deep inside. Hurrying away she tried to imagine what any of it might mean.

*****

For weeks, she passed by the growing building caught between lust and apprehension. Every night she fell asleep after a vigorous session of masturbating, fantasizing about being watched by various men as she succumbed to her basest desires. The very next paycheck Morgan received she purchased a vibrator and put it through its paces. The fantasy of having an audience of inflamed viewers filled her mind most hours of the day.

It was a month before the various factors fell into place for her to expose herself once again. Alone at home on an afternoon off, through her window Morgan saw some men working on the side of the building across from her room. One of them was the original guy she had seen, her spy, and Morgan instantly knew she was going to misbehave.

A sinister, lecherous part of her brain took over from the moral, good girl usually firmly in control. Suddenly deciding she was going to go for a run, Morgan needed to change clothes. Walking by her window she pulled her t-shirt over her head as she passed. Not knowing if anyone saw, she still felt an intense pang of lust course along her nerves at her audacity.

Pulling off the yoga pants she'd been wearing, she walked in front of the open window in just panties and a bra. Again, a sharp stab of erotic exhilaration jolted along her nervous system, her nipples aching and her clit throbbing.

Peeking outside she watched for a moment and saw each of the men taking quick glances at her window as they worked. Not three seconds went past without one man or another peeping at her window to catch sight of her. Keenly aroused by the thought of them craving the sight of her body, Morgan was driven to give them a reward for making her feel so good. A plan hatched in her mind. Walking into the open once more, delighted to see three faces all looking her way at the sight of movement, Morgan stood, topless, having pulled her bra off just before stepping out. The young woman got a thrill knowing the side of her bare breast was visible as she folded her bra uselessly.

A glance informed her that six or seven men working next door would be able to look inside her room, if they wanted. The three closest men were gaping at her. Almost faint with excitement, she pulled on her running shorts, facing her ass toward the watchers, almost poking her butt right out the open window.

The taboo against being naked in public was so ingrained that Morgan was baffled by how amazing it felt being seen naked. Body tingling, nerves alive knowing she was being viewed as an object of lust, she pulled on her shorts, letting them ogle her bare back and the side of one breast. Childhood anxieties about her body fell away as she wriggled into her shorts for her fascinated onlookers

Reluctant to end this, Morgan stood with her back to the window, topless as she fiddled with her sports bra, daring herself to flash them full frontal. Stepping to the side as she tugged the elastic materiel over her head, Morgan twisting her body around to face the window. Pulling the stretchy material across her face, Morgan dared to look out her window through the curtain of her long hair.

Every man in sight was gaping at her as she pointed her nipples toward them. A shock of lust ran down her spine as Morgan stepped away from the opening and braced herself against the wardrobe. Her mouth grew dry from the massive adrenaline rush, but Morgan grinned excitedly to herself in awe of how she was behaving.

Grabbing her phone and headphones, she picked some music and looked at the clock. Then she went outside and ran passed the worksite on her way for a jog. As she passed, Morgan looked up to see the men all watching as she jogged by.

Timing it so that she finished her run when she knew they would be taking coffee break, Morgan ran up to her aunt's house passing the construction site once more. Wearing tight spandex shorts and a lycra sports bra, Morgan was thrilled to be seen wearing next to nothing in public. With most of her skin bare, she happily exhibited herself for the construction workers.

There were no cat-calls this time. Over time she had noticed that the cat-calls sometimes ceased when the men didn't want to disturb the woman they were ogling. It appeared as if the more they wanted the woman in question, the less they wanted to frighten her away.

Morgan had run hard, excited by her tiny outfit and full of adrenaline from the performance she had given in her window. Pacing back and forth as her heart-rate lowered from the run, she cooled down by wandering around in her yard catching her breath, delightfully feeling the gaze of the men on her body.

When she could hold off no longer, she proceeded to do some stretches. Years of dance and competition level sport gave her an abundance of positions to draw from. In a tiny outfit, leaving little to the imagination, Morgan stretched in a variety of intentionally provocative poses, exhibiting her taut, toned body for the prurient inspection of her audience.

Silence from the worksite; no conversation, no tools banging, no vehicles running. That told Morgan that she had their undivided attention. That much focus was intoxicating to the young woman, it was so rare in her life.

Gleefully, she teased them and herself, while pretending not to notice what was happening. Dance recitals as a child had given her enough showmanship to enhance her workout to flow from one pose to another, never boring her viewers.

Eventually someone at the worksite told the crew to get back to work and the ten or so men who had been riveted by her performance went back to their tasks. Dizzy with excitement, Morgan ran up to her room and stripped off her shorts. In her sports bra and underwear, helpless to resist touching her burning slit, the young woman stood near her window rubbed herself, waiting for someone to pass by her window.

In moments the same man who had watched her weeks before came over to the much more completed floor just below her window. Peeking at him from the shadows, Morgan saw the man make sure no-one was watching him pretend to work as he found something to examine on the framing and waited to see her.

Keenly aware he was there, Morgan pretended to need something on the other side of the room and walked past the window. It felt salacious letting that guy see her in so little. Intentionally flashing someone was even more thrilling than accidentally being seen. Astonishingly aroused, Morgan pulled off the sports bra and grabbed her hair brush. Delighted with herself, she passed the window, brushing her hair and boldly standing in front of the window in clear view of the man. Turning her head as she brushed her long tresses, she peeked at the man who gaped at her brazen display.

For the very first time in her sheltered life, Morgan allowed someone to gawk at her bare breasts for more than a brief flash. Feeling a deep ache in her nipples and a hot flush on her face, Morgan continued to comb her hair while in the throes of the most erotic experience of her young life.

Delighted by her debauchery, breaking childhood taboos, Morgan revelled in the lust obvious on the man's stubble covered face. Needing to touch herself, Morgan moved away from the window and sneaked back to peer around the edge of the wardrobe. As she teased her tingling clit with one finger-tip, Morgan watched the man wipe his face and look around as if he were just waking up from a dream. Thrilled by it, she watched him adjust an erection in his pants. They were so close to each other she could see the outline of his member in his pants and she didn't take her eyes off of it until he turned away and went deeper into the new building.

Immediately Morgan slid to the floor and lay back, bringing herself to a fabulous orgasm thinking about what she had just done. Replaying moments of the morning, changing in front of the window, stretching lewdly in front of the whole crew, baring her breasts to the one man, all of it flashed in a loop behind her eyes as her body shuddered with carnal bliss.

*****

As anyone who has used drugs would tell you, the thrill of the first time pales eventually and one is forced to do more to repeat the same level of rush. After a week of bringing herself to climax after climax revisiting the events of that day, Morgan felt the need to do it again. The images in her mind were fading into a less vivid state and the sources of the visions were working right outside her window.

Still maintaining her habit of walking around her room in the nude, she drifted closer to her window most days and spent more time in her room waiting for opportunities to flash. Morgan also wore less when she went out. The discovery of her own sexuality seeped into every aspect of her life. Like discovering a new word that suddenly seemed to appear everywhere, Morgan now had sex on her mind, so it became obvious how many other people had sex on their minds too. More and more, Morgan flirted back with customers at work and noted her tips increase. Men flirted with her, or ogled her on transit which she knew other women hated, but discovering men wanted her made Morgan wet and tingly with lust.

Even ugly, old men that she would never let touch her got her horny when she noticed them looking at her breasts under her shirt, or gazing at her legs in a skirt. The need to be seen, the urge to behave lewdly became a game she played obsessively. Morgan ceased wearing a bra anywhere she could avoid it. Wearing lower-cut shirts, or thin materiel that showed her nipples poking through got her warm with desire.

Consistently, she wore sunglasses to avoided letting people know she was watching them ogle her. For her, the thrill was sharper if she could observe the men lust after her when they thought she didn't know. It changed the tone if they knew she saw what they were up to. As soon as they discovered she knew, they either stopped, or tried to pick her up and she didn't want that at all. In her head, she wasn't ready for what the implication of having sex meant. Intercourse itself was still too big, too scary for the young woman only just discovering sexual desire. Deviating from her normal behaviour was more than enough and things like wearing the buttons on her shirt half-open proved a delectable enough transgression.

Riding the bus gave her a venue for exploring her burgeoning exhibitionism. Twisting and turning in her seat looking at the scenery outside the bus stretched and pulled on her shirt and the partially open buttons would expose part, or all her breast. That gave her many opportunities to flash anyone who cared to look at her and knowing her breasts would be seen peeking out from underneath her open shirt gave the young woman a keen thrill.

One afternoon, in the midst of satisfying her need to be seen, she could tell a few men had noticed her nudity as they rode the bus together. Riveted, hunter's stillness gave away the ones who saw her bare breast. Fixed stares aimed right at her nipples, periodically darting eyes scanning for danger, the men tried not to give away what they were doing, thus revealing all.

Pretending to watch something recede behind the bus, Morgan used the hand hidden from her viewers to hold her shirt open as she twisted further toward the middle of the bus looking out the back window, exposing still more of her chest. The slide of cloth across her nipple stopped part way through her turn and she felt certain that at least one of her tits was completely out of her shirt.

Watching her audience from behind sunglasses, she saw two men simultaneously lick their lips and Morgan's throbbing clit thrummed happily with increasing arousal. Holding herself in that position, giving time for her viewers to memorize the moment, Morgan pretended to look out the back of the bus for a while, but eventually she turned back to the front as more people noticed her exposure.

Forcing herself not to look around to see who was gazing at her nudity, she resisted the temptation to look down and see how much of her chest was exposed. At that moment a woman approached from across the aisle.

"Miss. Your shirt is open" the kind lady whispered to Morgan.

Morgan looked down seeing one breast fully exposed and one mostly exposed. Humiliation at her behaviour flooded over her and she blushed furiously, covering herself and doing up her buttons.

"Poor thing. I've had similar accidents. That's why I always wear a bra and clean panties. You never know."

The lady moved away and Morgan glanced around seeing several disappointed faces. Even as mortified as she was, Morgan was still desperately aroused by the whole experience. When she got to the store she was heading to, she immediately ran to the bathroom and masturbated to a quick, powerful climax.

In spite of the pleasure she found in experiences like that, the lure of the construction site workers was greater. Not only were those men welded to her desires now, but she could partake in her sordid pastime in the safety of her own home.

*****

The sound of work beginning next-door pierced the dream Morgan was having. In her dream she was in front of massive classroom, bringing herself to climax as they applauded enthusiastically. Stretching, languorous as sleep fell away and the real world seeped into her dreaming mind, Morgan began to touch herself in in reality.

Listening to them call out to one another from outside her window was an erotic soundtrack as she moved from a sexy dream to the lurid reality of laying naked in her bed. Flipping off the blankets so she could feel morning light on her bare skin, she reached for her vibrator and began to pleasure herself.

Enjoying the feeling of an approaching climax, Morgan dimly noticed a change in the sounds coming from next door. Most voices had stopped talking. The ones working closest to her window had interrupted their discussion of which tool to use mid-sentence and had not resumed speaking.

On the very brink of orgasm, Morgan wanted the sound of their voices close and intimate. The deep masculine sounds helped fuel her fantasy of being watched masturbating. Morgan opened her eyes a little, considering getting up to look at the men while she pleasured herself.

As soon as her eyes adjusted to the bright sun beaming into her bedroom she saw two faces peering over at her from the worksite. The men were twenty-five feet away and they were at an angle that allowed them to look down onto her bed. The bed where she currently lay spread eagle with her vibrator jammed deep inside her fully exposed pussy.

Immediately her body clenched with an explosion of lust and intense pleasure. Shock and embarrassment began to register moments after, but the orgasm robbed her of any ability to move. Betrayed by her perversion, Morgan lay still, shuddering in total ecstasy as two strangers watched her climax.

The raw power of being seen by another human being, the exhilaration of having her sex looked at, intensified her orgasm beyond measure. Her elation grew to such a height that Morgan felt like her clitoris was on fire. With her entire body clenched tight, but her eyes held open to see that she was being watched, Morgan quaked from head to toe in perfect euphoria.

The two men simply gazed at Morgan, unmoving as she trembled with passion. It seemed as if her climax was directly tied to her audience. It went on and on, the poor girl unable to pull the vibrator from her clenching core as long as they could see it wedged inside her.

Someone called to the men and they turned away releasing her from her beautiful torment. Gasping a breath, Morgan pulled the vibrator from her body, seeking reprieve from total pleasure. Before she was composed enough to sit up the men looked back at her. Impulsively, almost helpless to resist, Morgan drove the vibrator back inside herself and began another orgasm.

The men were joined by the stubbly man who she had exposed herself to twice before. Knowing he had not yet seen her sex she dropped her legs open wider, showing him her most secret place. With that lewd act she felt another, deeper, different level of orgasm begin.

This climax went up her spine, deep inside her body and ran directly from her clit to her brain in a burning, cleansing fire. The imaginary flame bathed her in an inner radiance. Morgan felt as if the men were in the room with her, she felt loved and whole knowing they saw her completely.

Then, yet another voice called out to her watchers. The voice was so loud and invasive that she couldn't pretend not to notice. In an instant her instincts for deception kicked in. Without a moment to assess her choice, Morgan leaped from her bed and hid from view. Her weak legs hardly held her upright, so she fell to the floor and continued masturbating while across the way she heard a grumpy conversation

With a soundtrack of whispers and shushes she assumed were about not spoiling the gift the men had found through her window, Morgan carried on masturbating and climaxing for a long while yet. Insatiable lust drove her to orgasm after orgasm as she relived the moment she had realized she was being observed masturbating.

At long last her fantasy had been fulfilled. Even after leaping from her bed, she peered around periodically to ensure she couldn't still be seen, secretly hoping she could.

Then it had happened. That wonderful day the five men had watched her new morning ritual.

Having crossed a point of no return as she saw it, Morgan obsessed about what she was doing. The thrill she'd gotten from being utterly exposed in such a profoundly intimate way nagged at her morality. What kind of person enjoyed being so perverted? Why did something so transgressive have to feel so amazing?

Why was being seen so important?

Unable to find any real form of approval from her overworked, worn down parents had wounded the young girl. Even after her other siblings had moved away, Morgan found no connection to her parents. Morgan was a perfectly behaved young lady, the Good One, and the older couple trusted her implicitly, leaving her on her own, denying her the one thing she wanted. To be seen.

The fear of disappointing them precluded any form of rebellion. Being good was important. Yet, Morgan had now discovered that being bad was also important. Very important.

Shaving her pubic hair seemed like a way to be more naked, more rebellious still, but in a way no authority figure could be disappointed by, so she did that. After shaving, for days she hoped to re-create the magic of that moment she'd discovered her audience. Every morning she woke and brought herself to multiple orgasms waiting for someone to come by and witness her once more. The third attempt, the time five men had watched her masturbate and Morgan knew that things were about to change. She could feel it.

A desperate need for connection, a compulsion to escalate her lewd behaviour grew inside her. Lying on her bed, recovering from the powerful climaxes she'd just had while five strangers watched, Morgan felt a restlessness she couldn't name.

"Let them know you're aware they're watching..." a voice disturbingly like her mother's echoed in her mind.

The sound, so clear, so real sent a shiver down her spine. A cool splash of shocking, cold danger coursed along her nerves, dousing the maelstrom of orgasmic fire burning inside for a brief reprieve. Then, as if the cool shock of fear were actually a new, far hotter burning fuel, the intensity of Morgan's desperation increased. Once more, she moved the vibrator in and out of her slippery slit. An orgasm slithered to life inside her sex, ready to overwhelm her senses, erupting at the idea of letting the men know she knew they were watching.

Rapture pierced her, invading every cell of her being. Pleasure turned to torment of the most delightful variety as Morgan's brain increased the chemical stew it was secreting into her nervous system. This cocktail of dopamine, serotonin and oxytocin flooded her brain, converting the physical strain of her body clenching from exertion into total bliss. Hardly able to breathe, still frantically moving the tool in and out of her spasming core while rubbing her burning clitoris, Morgan was wracked by absolute pleasure.

But, the intense feeling was short lived. The powerful wave crashed over her and rapidly faded.

Like a junkie knowing they will do anything for another fix, Morgan resigned herself to the knowledge that she was about to do something that would change her life in ways she would never be able to anticipate.

Shaking with the aftereffects of that tremendous orgasm, she scrambled to a sitting position on the edge of her bed, her numb legs falling over the side, her feet on the floor. Before she could think about the consequences she stood, impelled by the need to be seen.

With two wobbly steps, she stood in the window, her audience shocked to be discovered. Most of them pretended they were supposed to be there, doing a task. Rather than shut the curtains as she should have, Morgan put one foot on the window sill and grabbed the window frame with one hand to steady herself. The other hand took hold of the vibrator and vulgarly stroked it in and out of her sex, which was wetter than she had ever felt it.

Displayed in the window, Morgan was terrified by how wonderful it felt to be so close to the men. Suddenly able to see their faces in more detail, she stared at their expressions as she brought herself to another exquisite climax.

That orgasm went on and on.

The window was open, given the heat of the day and Morgan was sweaty with the intensity of her orgasm. The cool air caressed her naked flesh deliciously. The men were frozen for a few moments as they took in this new, clearer view of Morgan's nudity. Their eyes moving over her skin were far more enticing than the kiss of the breeze.

Standing in an awkward pose, her hips thrust forward, Morgan struggled to remain upright as shudders of delight shook her body. The atavistic hunger to be observed in the extremity of her passion was all that held her upright in the face of ecstasy erupting from her clit.

Looking into the eyes of the men standing not fifteen feet away on the next building helped create an intimacy she yearned for from someone. Indulging in her nudity made her feel vulnerable and powerful at the same time. Exposing herself during the vulnerable moment of climax gave her such a thrill that she held onto that orgasm as long as she could, showing them her euphoria.

The slide of the vibrator in and out of her sensitive vagina was delicious, having men witness it moving in and out made it far more intense. Ignoring the tremble of her limbs shaking violently from both fear and orgasm, Morgan remained there, fulfilled by finally being witnessed, falsehoods cast aside and her nudity an offer accepted eagerly. The men stood transfixed, none moving, hardly breathing as she writhed in orgasmic delight in front of them.

Eventually, however, it had to end.

Once Morgan could no longer balance, she lowered her leg from the sill and then fell to her knees. With her face pressed to the windowsill, the breeze on her face a sweet relief, she gasped and panted trying to catch her breath after her exertion.

Immediately shame and self-loathing overtook the feelings of delight.

The men were exclaiming to one another about what they had just seen. Mortified beyond measure, Morgan crawled to the side of the window, reached up and drew the curtains as the men protested loudly.

Sitting on the hardwood floor, Morgan trembled with the aftershocks of her climax. Confused by the swirling emotions she felt in her body, Morgan panted, trying to gain control of herself. It felt as if she had stood on the edge of madness and barely managed to stop herself from falling over.

Mortification overwhelmed her and she cried tears she didn't notice as she puzzled over who she was becoming and what she was going to do. They knew she was aware of them watching. They were going to change the game now. She had changed the game herself and regretted it on so many levels.

And yet... the possibilities...

Hiding in her house for as long as possible, Morgan dressed for work and tried to slip out of the house unnoticed, but she could hear the spreading silence as she passed the work-site and the men one by one noticed her. Someone started clapping. It wasn't what she expected and it slowed her headlong flight. When they all started applauding her, she was forced to look up, another part of her fantasy coming true.

Lining the edges of the various floors they were working on, four of the five men who'd watched her clapped. So did the other working men who hadn't seen her. The lone hold-out was the man who'd been watching her all along. Her spy stared at her longingly. He wanted more than to simply watch. She could tell.

*****

That shift at the restaurant seemed to never end. Full of endorphins, Morgan had been able to do her job well in spite of being very distracted. After the high of her actions wore off however, the regret she'd immediately felt began to turn into apprehension.

Not sure what it would mean if true, Morgan wondered if she were a nymphomaniac, or some kind of pervert who needed a prescription to stop her behaviour. Was she going to have to tell a doctor or a shrink what she did, what she enjoyed? Was one of those men going to try and rape her now? She had provoked them, would the police even consider it rape? Morgan knew she could never tell the police about her performances, it would be too intimate, too humiliating.

By the time her endless shift was over Morgan had assured herself she was never going to do anything like that again. No more exhibitionism, no matter what. Her tips were nothing special that night because she had avoided flirting at all. On the bus ride home no-one stared at her body, she didn't flash anyone and no-one paid any attention to the sad girl in the shitty uniform.

It made her feel bereft of magical power.

All night after work, she was restless and irritable. Drifting from one passive entertainment to another, Morgan felt trapped and hemmed in. Finally, she opted to go for a walk to change her surroundings and escape. Purposefully dressed frumpishly in sweatpants, uggs and a big sweater over a t-shirt, Morgan skulked out of the house with her headphones in, wandering into the night. Going to the park nearby where she'd often done yoga in the sunshine, Morgan sulked down the sidewalk lost in melancholy.

It took a while to notice she was being followed.

It took a little longer, a frightening few moments, before she realized it was her Spy, the guy who'd watched her the most. Oddly she felt relief when she recognized him. Then as he moved directly toward her, she felt the stirring of panic. Was he here to rape her?

When he saw that she had stopped walking and was looking at him, he stopped and showed both his hands while speaking. Morgan turned off her music and lowered her headphones, remembering she wasn't supposed to wear headphones at night in the city because it made it easier for rapist to approach unheard.

"Pardon?" she said, not understanding what he was talking about.

"I've been calling you for a bit...I apologize for startling you."

Within five feet, he was closer than she'd ever been to him. His demeanour was gentle, non-threatening, but he was big compared to how tiny Morgan was, over six feet, around two hundred pounds and he intimidated Morgan without doing anything. His hair was normally covered by a hard-hat, but she saw now that it was dirty blond and beginning to thin.

Compelled to memorize every detail for the police report, Morgan assessed his strong face, sharp brow with thick eyebrows and sleepy-lidded eyes that she couldn't tell the colour of in the dark. His long, thin nose looked like it had been broken once and his cheekbones were prominent and sinister in the shadows of the streetlamp. Stubble covered the lower half of his face with a few days growth, but not a beard as Morgan considered them. Full lips that normally, in less menacing circumstances, Morgan would have found appealing curved in an embarrassed smile.

"I... uh... saw you today... I've seen you a lot... in your window..."

Morgan stared at him, hypnotized by fear of him and peril from within.

"Do you recognize me?" he asked, a hopeful quality in his voice that went a long way to making her feel compassion for him.

Morgan nodded.

"Good. Um... I don't know what your deal is... why you... um... showed us - uh showed us you... yourself... but..."

Morgan dreaded what he was going to say, knowing it was going to change everything, but she also felt anticipation. A giddy unnamed hope blossom in her chest.

"I...uh... I'm not great with women..." he sighed heavily and began to pace a bit, shifting as he tried to articulate himself to her.

Morgan was riveted by him, watching him move, his innate grace that of a person used to being physical, but his words were clumsy by contrast.

"I... uh... am guessing you might be-ahem... a professional... woman...of-woman of the night- maybe... Nooffenseifyou'renot!" After his hesitant stuttering, the quick rush of words at the end confused her as much as the painful stammering had.

"I don't understand" she said, her heart filled with pity as she comprehended how excruciating this was for him, whatever this was.

"Oh. Yeah. I should probably go. I'm sorry I bothered you."

Confused even more Morgan called out. "Wait!" and he stopped.

"Did you just ask me... if I'm a prostitute?" she knew she sounded incredulous, but mostly she was curious, not even sure how she felt about it if he had asked that.

Scanning her, clearly trying to guess her reaction, but failing because she hadn't had one yet, he asked "Yes?"

Then the restlessness, the distraction and irritability Morgan had been experiencing all afternoon came into focus. Morgan suddenly intuited that she was horny in a way that couldn't be solved by mere masturbation. Innately, she understood she needed to have sex. The proximity to all those willing men had been nagging at her all week and finally offering herself to them today had tipped her past the point that her fingers could satisfy.

"Yes" she lied stunning herself with the dangerous deceit.

They stood in silence then, a prolonged moment pregnant with potential. Morgan understood that he expected her, the expert, to guide things from there, but she was still reeling from the audacious claim she'd just made.

"Uh... I don't know how much things are... I only have $150... so... whatever that can get me will be fine of course..."

In the midst of an out of body experience Morgan followed a script that seemed obvious to her as she enacted it, but one that she had never entertained in her life.

"For that you can get oral and you can fuck me" Morgan felt like someone else was speaking through her mouth. And the voice continued. "You can't come to my house. We have to go..." She looked around for a spot and was thrilled to see a large play structure. "...over there."

Moving that way in a trance, Morgan assumed he would follow and she climbed the playground equipment to the enclosed platform at the top, gaining a view of the park, lights falling on her, illuminating her like stage lighting. The man followed on her heels, eager now that things were underway.

"This seems a bit exposed..." He whispered.

"I like being seen" she said hollowly, feeling strangely empty inside as she admitted her deepest desire out loud for the first time. It wasn't a sad emptiness, but showed the distance between her brain and her body.

Standing atop the colourful structure, Morgan felt her body shivering with fear even as arousal slithered to life between her legs.

"Would you like me to strip for you?" she asked hopefully.

Nodding, he sat down, leaning against the metal wall of the structure. The sound of his zipper ignited a flame of desire deep inside her belly and Morgan pulled her headphones from around her neck and turned them off.

"I'm going to play a little music to dance to. You keep an eye out for the police" she put her phone on the floor between them. Then just before she pressed play she added "but anyone else can watch."

The brazen tone echoed in her mind as she pressed play. Sultry EDM washed over her, a playlist she'd made to masturbate to a week before when things really began to heat up.

Then Morgan began to dance.

The last time she'd danced for an audience had been the final project she'd done for dance class when she finished high school. That last presentation by her dance school occurred the May before, only three months earlier. Remembering the piece was fairly easy and Morgan performed as much as she could in the cramped space of the play structure.

When she had to think of the next section, Morgan simply filled the pause by taking off her sweater as seductively as she could. When she looked over, her spy was masturbating, his erect cock exposed a few feet away.

Trying to hide her naive fascination, this being the first real erection she'd ever seen, Morgan removed her sweater. Feeling her numb shock giving away to pleasure, the young exhibitionist couldn't help but squeeze her beasts, teasing her aching nipples.

Resuming her dance, Morgan's eyes were continuously drawn to the man's long shaft of muscle that was shaped so appealingly. As he stroked his erection, Morgan grew hornier. Astonished by her behaviour, Morgan pulled her t- shirt over her head and bared her breasts to her viewer. Cool night air caressed her skin deliciously. Shivering, not from cold, but from excitement, she ran her hands over her soft skin, loving the fact that a man was stroking his cock to the sight of her.

Using all her natural grace and years of training, Morgan danced better than she ever had now that lust informed her movements, but she was unaware of that fact. Instead she was mesmerized by the big cock right in front of her.

Failing at being seductive, she had to struggle to kick off her uggs, but she regained her composure when it came time to pull off her sweatpants. Showing her core strength, Morgan lifted her left leg out of her pants as she stood. It was an athletic move that she managed to make look sexy in spite of the type of pants she was wearing.

Then she let the other pant leg fall off as she held her left leg high, her panties all the remained between her sex and his bulging eyes. Continuing the dance in just her underwear and socks, Morgan took extreme pleasure from the air cooling her damp panties where they touched her burning hot sex. The thrill Morgan was experiencing, dancing naked in a public park, in plain view of anyone who might happen by, inflamed her lust. All the flashing on the bus couldn't touch this moment for pure, lascivious delight.

Dancing through to the end of the choreography she knew, Morgan teased herself and her audience by not taking her panties off for a few moments. Then her need to be seen overrode the last ounce of hesitation and in a rush Morgan pulled off her panties. Standing before him, legs spread, the young woman posed two feet from the man stroking himself at the sight of her.

Finally, she was having her fantasy fulfilled. Touching herself, Morgan stood over him and felt wonderfully lecherous as she rubbed her tingling button right in front of his face. Her spy jacked his cock faster, Morgan's eyes locked on his thick knob as she teased her aching slit.

Abruptly he surged forward and the shocked girl felt him grab her buttock and pull her closer. Then his mouth was pressed to her sex and for the first time Morgan felt a tongue slide over her nether lips. The warmth of his mouth and wiggle of his tongue sent salacious jolts of hedonistic delight along her nerves.

Sensation overtook her brain for a moment and thought was left to fend for itself. Quickly becoming a beast of vulgar appetites, Morgan found she relished the slippery caress of his mouth on her sex. Greedily, the virginal young woman accepting this worship of her yearning sex.

Pleasure, exquisite and lecherous, squirmed along every nerve, but she felt it most keenly wherever his enticing tongue slipped. Stunned by how acute her bliss was as he suckled on her clit, Morgan's orgasm arrived and it was so powerful her legs gave out beneath her.

The man helped her tumble to the floor of the play-structure and Morgan opened her legs wantonly. Glorying in having his face so close to her sex, looking at the most private place on her body, she trembled with desire for more. Lifting her hips, she offered her burning clit to his wonderful mouth once more.

The man re-positioned himself between her splayed limbs and buried his face in her soaking folds. Mindlessly squirming on the floor, Morgan humped her crotch up at his slurping mouth, moaning her gratification to the sky. Perfectly content to stay like this forever, Morgan delighted in multiply orgasms from his mouth and fingers. As his tongue slid over her clit, one hand stroked a finger in and out of her sensitive pussy. For the first time another human pressed a finger into her body and Morgan shuddered from the rapture it brought. The man's other hand groped her breasts and all these sensations overwhelmed her unprepared mind with more pleasure than she could ever have imagined. Her Spy bequeathed climax after climax to her contorting body, driving her insane with delight.

Unable to take a deep breath, her body constantly clenching tight with eruptions of ecstasy, Morgan whimpered as her body was pushed past the limits of any lust she'd known before. In pure animalistic hunger, she accepted his ravishment of her vulva and clitoris, writhing beneath him on the playground structure.

Eventually though, his need for gratification overrode his altruism. Morgan hardly knew he'd stopped licking her slit when he was pressing his massive knob to her slippery opening.

Waiting for a particular moment for a long time, imagining it, trying to conceive of unknowable sensations infused that moment with all kinds of meaning for the young virgin. Looking up at the stranger looming over her supine form, Morgan tried, but failed to latch on to any single profound thought. Before any deep meaning crystallized the moment with deep insight her body was simply invaded by the man's thick, hot member. In delightful, but brief seconds, Morgan was finally crammed full of an erect penis for the first time

Stretched in ways her thin vibrator never managed, her body adjusted as the delicious heat filled her aching sex. A void deep inside her body that she had hardly been aware of was suddenly utterly satisfied. Clinging to him, Morgan wept as she felt complete for the first time in her life. Unaware, her lover moved in and out of her petite body, his weight pressing her down onto the play-structure floor.

Morgan was fucking.

Another human being was moving inside her body. She could feel so much of him, so many details and with a part of her body that wasn't used to feeling things. The scrape of his bulbous knob along her insides detonated explosions of carnal rapture and Morgan groaned as he withdrew from her. Then, when he shoved himself back inside, filling her once more, she grunted like an animal as air was forced from her. The impacts from him shoving deep inside sent detonations of euphoria up through her body. Morgan trembled with shock-waves of exaltation from each plunge of his manhood into her squishy depths.

Then abruptly, far too soon for her liking, he pulled his cock out from her completely. The sudden removal made her hiss with pain as her vagina readjusted from being stretched out. Wondering why he had stopped, Morgan watch him rise up on his knees above her, a fist stroking his shaft.

The man jacked off for a few seconds over her supine form until a spatter of warm wetness splashed across her belly and onto her breasts. Morgan realized he was cumming and she was relieved he wasn't doing it inside her. As more and more of his sperm spilled out over her, Morgan felt a disgusted fascination with the fluid as it coated her smooth flesh. Morgan accepted defilement by his jism, still delirious with rapture. The spatter of warm, thick fluid titillated a deviant, depraved part of her mind. The sticky mess anointed her as fully adult, a sexual being, and she loved it.

Helpless to stop, Morgan lay back and began to caress her throbbing clit once more. As her partner emptied his balls over her chest and stomach she brought herself to climax yet again. Overjoyed to be engaged in sordid activity in the light of a streetlamp, the young exhibitionist received her wet reward for perverted behaviour.

When he finished, he sat back down leaning on the railing of the structure and Morgan felt her passion fall away to be instantly replaced with deep, bone-wracking shame. Panting, exhausted, and emotionally drained, Morgan lay in a stupor, supine before the man. The small-town girl was mortified by what had just happened. Trickles of cooling jism drizzled her body and the cool night air tickled her damp sex, making her shiver.

Gazing at her, the man stroked his cock for a time while she feebly tried to regain her mental faculties. Morgan closed her splayed legs, ashamed by her lurid conduct. Deeply humiliated by how easily she had been corrupted, Morgan used her panties to clean his leavings from her skin, each wipe only exacerbating her degradation as it smeared over her.

The man dressed and in spite of her self-loathing Morgan stayed nude, still longing to be seen even in her abject state.

When he was dressed he said, "Here" and handed her a thick wad of cash and something shifted deep, deep inside. Numbly, Morgan pretended to count it, but she didn't see numbers or currency. Instead she saw a golden ticket, a free pass out of an existence she didn't want.

He passed her a handful of Freedom.

The shame began to fade as Morgan held the keys to a new life in her hand. The man left and she muttered some goodbye. Sitting cross-legged on the jungle gym, still leaking her own cum, with his sperm dribbling down her chest, Morgan realized she was going to be doing much more of this.

Finally, she had the means to pay for school.