I once lived in a flat that was a back extension to a house. To get to the garden, you have to pass by my living room and bedroom, which have ground-floor windows.

Two Polish girls late 20s, a blonde and a brunette, were staying in the flat next door to me. It was a one-room studio bedsit, so I knew they would not be staying long. The blonde, whenever she walked out to the clothesline, used to stare into my flat as she passed by.

One summer day I saw both of them walking out with dressing gowns on. I peeked out my bedroom window and saw them in loose gowns with bikinis underneath, ready to soak up some sun. To get back into the house, they’d have to pass by my living room.

I decided to try and be naked when they passed and hope they looked in. I was very nervous, so I dared myself to do this. I stripped in my bedroom, went to the living room, and stood at my desk in front of my laptop. My back was facing the window, about 2 meters from where someone would pass. I had made some small talk with these girls before, so I was nervous. I decided I would only present myself for a few minutes at a time, and if they passed by during that time, they would see, and if they didn’t, they wouldn’t.

I turned on my laptop and told myself I would wait there until it fully powered up, no longer. The laptop required updates, which would take several minutes longer than normal. I hesitated. That seemed a bit too risky. I had a mirror angled on a shelf to give me a view through the window furthest away, where I could see if they were coming or not.

To my shock, the blonde was making her way up from the garden. I was trapped. It was too late to dash back into the safety of the bedroom. I stood there, using the reflection of the laptop screen to see the window behind me where she would pass by.

Sure enough, she walked past, in her dressing gown and arms folded, and was staring straight in through the window at my ass. She didn’t turn away and kept staring as she walked by. She went on into the house, and I heard her going into her flat.

I was exhilarated. I thought about going to the bedroom and jerking off at the memory of her staring at my naked behind. But the laptop was still updating. I remembered my vow–stay until the laptop updates. I stayed standing where I was, heart pumping.

Five minutes later, it was still updating. I heard the door of the neighboring flat open. Then, the blonde girl coughed loudly. I heard her walk out the back door. I watched the laptop screen reflection.

She was staring right in again as she walked past. She even made a slightly circular movement as she passed the window so it would take longer. She kept on looking until she walked past the window with a neutral but dedicated expression.

I went into my bedroom and busted a nut thinking about her.

*****

Some days later I was leaving my flat. There’s a narrow corridor where I have to climb a few steps to get to the front door of the house. As I was locking my door, I heard the front door open. I turned to see the two girls and their two boyfriends walking in. I had to squeeze past them on the steps as they went into their flat. I said hi, and they said hi back. All as if nothing happened. As if she hadn’t taken a good long stare at my naked ass just a few days ago.

I decided I needed her to see my dick. It’s one inch soft, a tiny acorn that is about half the length or less of my small balls.

I thought of different ways to do it. Standing out facing the window and pretending to be drying my hair with a towel over my face–seemed too obvious.

I opted to sit at my desk, but to position the chair sideways so she would see me in profile. I placed it a bit behind the window so that coming up from the garden. She would be facing into me and see me full frontal from that angle. There are two windows–through the first, she would just be able to make out I’m sitting naked, and then through the second, she could brace herself to get a good up-close stare as she passed by. I would turn my head to my laptop, facing away from the window, but using the laptop screen to capture her reflection as she walked past.

There were a few false starts as I heard her leave her flat, stripped, and positioned myself in anticipation, only for her not to go out to the clothesline. Then, eventually, I heard her, stripped and waited, and saw her walk out with a bundle of clothes to hang up. I tensed up, knowing she would be coming back in a minute or two.

I felt a surge of anticipatory excitement run through me. I waited.

Then I heard the steps, prepared myself, stared at the laptop, and saw her look directly in at the little soft dick between my legs as she walked past. It was just a brief second, but it was exhilarating.

*****

A few days later, I was coming home. As I approached the front gate of the house, I saw the door open, and she and her boyfriend came out. They left the door open and waited out on the footpath.

Again, I said hi and walked past them.

They’d left the door open because they were waiting for the brunette. As I entered the house, she was locking up her flat and had to walk past me. When she saw me her face flushed red, and she smiled and stared out past me to the girl and guy on the street. I said hi, but she didn’t reply.

As she walked up the steps past, she looked directly at my groin with a big smile on her face, then looked out past me again. I got the strong feeling she’d been told about the little curio between my legs and instinctively glanced that way. I wonder if the other girl was making some laughing gesture behind my back. They seemed to be sharing a little secret about my little secret.

I decided I had to show the brunette the actual little dicklette now as well. It’s not fair she has only to imagine it and not get an actual eyeful of its inchworm splendor.

This time, I opted to use my bedroom window. I have an ensuite shower, and if I stand at the door of the ensuite, I can face directly out the bedroom window.

I would stand there naked and pretend to be drying my hands with a towel after using the shower.

Over the next few days, I waited for her to go out to the clothesline. I’d watch her go out from the living room, then rush out of my clothes and stand in the en suite doorway for her to return.

Twice, I stood there waiting, and she sailed past the window without looking in. (I was parallel to the window this time, so she would have to turn her neck 90 degrees to see me)

The third time I saw her go out, I assumed the position, standing there pretending to dry my hands. My dick very shriveled from the cold this time, maybe less than an inch and very thin, the blood drained from it, as small as it can get. I alternated between staring out the window and looking down, pretending to be focusing on drying my hands. I planned to be looking down when she passed, but I’d get a sense of whether she looked in or not out of the corner of my eye.

She seemed to be out there hanging out her clothes for ages this time, so I kept looking out the window, imagining her face there sailing past, looking right in at my shriveled man-clit, then going back to the towel. Normally I can hear a few steps before she gets to the window, so that would alert me to put my head down to the towel so as not to make it super obvious that I’d seen her looking at my naked dick, which would be awkward when running into her again.

Except this time for whatever reason, maybe the type of shoes she was wearing, I didn’t hear the warning steps. I was standing there looking directly out the window when she suddenly appeared. Her head was turned right in looking at me. She was staring right in at my tiny dick. It was only a brief second as she sailed past the window, but she didn’t flinch or instinctively turn away or anything like that. She got the complete eyeful of me full frontal. And she now knew that I knew she saw me as well. There was no pretending.

I didn’t have any awkward encounters with her in the hallway or the garden after that, however. The two girls moved out a few weeks later. I don’t know if it had anything to do with my flashing exploits. I suspect not, as the landlord never said anything, and summer was over and they were definitely not going to be both staying in a one-room flat long term. I just got lucky and got the flash in before they were gone.

I wonder if they married those two guys they were with. Do they have meetups where they remember their summer staying in that flat and their neighbor with the tiny dick?

 

The End.

 

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