A couple of nights ago a friend came over, one who'd been decompressing a recent break up with me and therapy I'd opted into afterwards. There was a sexual dysfunction in my past that heavily influenced who I am now and my responses to certain situations (I've written about it in other stories).

Exhibitionism is key to it, and something we'd been talking about as I was finding what felt comfortable to me in this new space, what specifically about it all turned me on and why.

I'd greeted her at the door in nothing but a g-string, which she chuckled at saying she shouldn't be surprised, and the whole time we'd been talking I'd been standing there talking in the same state. She asked me if I wanted to get my cock out, and of course I did, so she said to release it. I did without hesitating. That part of my brain was slowly being retrained, but what she did next wasn't what I was anticipating. I was expecting the conversation to continue and she'd ask me to start playing with myself.

No.

She grabbed me by it and we went to the front door where she opened it and we stepped out onto the lit pateo that sat elevated looking out over the main road the house is on. In full view of the early evening traffic, and people walking to and fro at regular enough intervals, I was standing in full view with a half swelled cock and after she closed the door behind us, she came up behind me, reached around my waist and as her fingers came down around my, I was fully erect in seconds.

"You're gonna show them all how much you come."

I hadn't felt this turned on and exhillarated in ages. Her hands kept sliding up and down the shaft with a swirl motion at the head to stimulate that fully.

"Show them how far you shoot all that hot come I know you want them to see."

"They're so jealous of you right now."

"They want to feel what you're about to feel, come the way you do."

I locked eyes with a couple in a car beyond the fenceline. The woman was watching but trying not to look like she was, the man shaking his head. Someone walking past didn't avert their gaze, but didn't stop to watch properly.

I was starting to audibly respond to how incredible this felt, almost in a way that I was deliberately drawing more attention to it all.

"Yeah, you gonna come? You gonna show everyone how you come? They're gonna fucking LOVE seeing you come..."

The tension spiked as she started speeding up more and the increasingly strained groan that paved the way for release was getting louder.

And as the groan cracked into almost like an exasperated warcry, my pelvis instinctively thrust forward at her hands and out shot six or seven arcing streams in full view of the waning peak hour traffic creeping past my house.

"How was that?" she smirked, knowing full well.

"That was absolutely one of the best orgasms I've ever had..."

And as we went inside and unpacked that experience, the loudest thought in my mind was "again!"