I asked him a random question that morning. He responded to say he was out and about at an appointment. I told him I had my house to myself and that I was planning on trying on lingerie. I didn’t think much of it at the time.

Half an hour later I sent him a message saying that halfway through trying on this complicated, strappy lingerie set I got a notification on my work laptop that a Teams meeting had started. A meeting I was meant to be leading with my team. I panicked, ripped my lingerie off and threw on a tshirt. The message I sent to him said I had been naked from the bottom half as I talked work for that solid 30 minutes.

It wasn’t meant to be a sexy story, it was meant to be a funny story shared between friends.

But he responded with something just that little bit unexpected.

Want to flash me from your window?

I laughed and said do you pass my house on your way to work?! knowing full well that he doesn’t. I live on a no through road. You come to my road, it’s to see someone on my road. I assume I’m the only person he knows on my road.

Still, in a bit of a haze from my lingerie-Teams-meeting-disaster I sent a laughing emoji and said–

I definitely would have flashed you from my window

For the life of me now, I don’t know if I truly meant it or just wanted to say something flirty to him, to keep this conversation going where he’s thinking of my naked body or me in lingerie.

Would you?

I have to dig in now that he’s questioning it. Doesn’t he know I have a slight exhibitionist streak?

In a flashing mood now? Because I have just finished a work call whilst around the corner

Reader, let me tell you how my heartbeat started racing when I ran to my window and saw this beautiful man sitting in his car right outside my window. I opened the curtains, and smiled and waved at him. I looked down at my phone

Nice t-shirt

And I felt paralysed in that moment. My brain is flooded with thoughts. He’s here. He took his work call a minute from my house. I wanted to flash him. Because he asked, because it’s him. All this time I’m overthinking everything I’m hiding behind my curtains. But I’m buzzing. I feel the adrenaline kick in and make a split-second decision. I whip my t-shirt off and step into the window.

That’s a better view

And a lovely smile

God, when did his praise do such things to me? I fucking love the idea of him looking at me. Of him driving all the way to my house on the off chance that he could see a glimpse of me.

I’m tempted to ask if you want to come in, I write to him. But I’ve taken so long to write this message that he’s driven off having written that he’d let me get back to my lingerie and toys.

30 seconds later, I can see his car as he drives back towards my house. We go back and forth about it being something I really want, did I know how little time he had? But I’ve made up my mind now, I want to see him. It’s been so long. I want to look at his face and give him a kiss, I want to feel his hands on me. I want all the orgasms I know that he’ll give me.

And it’s everything I wanted it to be. He’s more tactile than I remember him being before, like he’s remembered that I’ve told him how touch-starved I am. He does a thing that makes me gasp. The sounds that he makes live in my brain forever.

He smells so good and I don’t know if it’s me that orchestrates it or if it’s him but I love being pressed against him, my mouth against his ear as I moan through another wave of pleasure. My thoughts zing around in crazy ways, I notice that he’s cut his hair recently, I think I love watching him use his hands. I’m drowning in him looking at me, the pressure of him against my skin. All I am is the sensation of his touch, I’m all pleasure.

He starts to tease me and I say I can’t believe you’re teasing me right now and he takes it as a challenge to how he could tease me more and I think I’m not sure I can handle much more than this. But I do. My hands on him, my mouth, me watching him makes me feel things even more. I’m so full of whatever this feeling is.

After he leaves, I smile for the rest of the day. Even when work hits me with some big stresses. I just keep thinking …that really happened.