The Exhibitionist

The best part of The Royal Mail service, they are so fucking dependable, at least the one serving the small village of Darby Downs they were. Daily at eight forty-five that red postal van would appear at the top of our straight lane. You could set your watch by him and know that your tax pounds were being spent correctly! Five minutes later his red van would be in front of the middle houses on both sides of the lane delivering the mail to the six houses, three per side.

Today, Thursday the fifth of June was especially special for me. Today the man in the postal suit would be delivering the eight by ten business size envelope to the one who would give herself to me. If she knew what was good for her.

See it all started out five months ago, in Toronto of all places. I was at my desk like normal for a Friday night at five PM, when Andrea Alton, my boss, handed me my transfer papers to our British branch. I was given four months to secure living arrangements in Britain, close any outstanding dealings that I had in Toronto.

Things went extremely smoothly on both sides of the ocean and by the end of the fourth month I was all packed and moved from Toronto to England. The first thing I did after clearing customs was to go to my new home, take a quick shower, dress in fresh clothes and then went to see Elizabeth Manworthy, my new boss at Hollyread Publishing.

We had an hour meeting outlining my duties, my wages and other dealing about my new position. But more importantly Manworthy told me of Hollyread’s policies about nudity, in the company-s eyes it was totally wrong in both the books and for the employees. Manworthy then gave me the week off to get settled into my new place. Then I returned to my new place and began the worst part of moving-Unpacking!

First, I did the bedroom, then the bathroom and linen closet. I left the setting up of my home office until after getting something to eat and drink. Then around a little after eight PM I started on my office. I just finished moving the boxes around my office when I stopped to look out. The view from the window wasn’t the greatest, just a direct view into the house across the lane.

I was getting ready to go back to moving more boxes around, when I caught a flash of light coming from the house across the lane. It was a ceiling light being turned on and what it lit up made me rub my eyes. It was a female, who due to the distance between the two houses was hard to judge how tall she was. But I could make out perfectly clearly that she was totally naked walking from the doorway to what I took to be a bed.

Whoever she was, she wasn’t modest about showing what she has. Which was a fair size set of tits and an ass that helped her pull those tits off. I didn’t want to be too obvious so I went over and turned off the ceiling light in the room I was in. Then I returned to the window praying that she was still in view. And there she was bent over, pointing her ass to me. And from this distance it was a damn nice looking ass!

I actually bit the side of my right fist to keep from crying out. That was when she went to the door and turned off the light before leaving the room. I looked up at the sky and mouthed a silent prayer to the pervert upstairs. I hoped that this wasn’t just a coincidence and was surprised when the next night my across the lane exhibitionist gave me a repeat viewing. If this was a Brit’s idea of free view entertainment then I for one was all for it.

Hoping for a repeat viewing, I spent the next day searching for my digital camera, but never found it. Maybe I forgot to pack it! That one much like the first night, my across the lane neighbour was back in the window. Man I knew that I had to get a camera to record her nightly shows.

The third day, I went into the closest town and bought a high powered digital camera. Praying on the way home that she would indulge me viewing her once again. That night just after the clock struck eight, I had the camera on a tripod, set to the maximum distance to get a decent shot. The light came on in the room directly across from mine and in she came almost totally naked, except for a towel wrapped around her head. I shot a full two hundred and fifty-six megabyte memory card of her naked beauty, concentrating on her tits and ass.

When the light was turned off, I went down to the living room to review the picture I shot. I was able at times to get something in the shot that helped me to determine the size of her tits, ass and most importantly her legs. While she stood in front of a full mirror which I judged was put at the standard height off the floor. Her head was about a foot below the top of the mirror, helping me to figure that she stood five foot four in bare feet.

Closing in on her face I gasped, unless I was hallucinating, there was Elizabeth Manworthy showing me that she lived up to her last name. That was when I remembered what she said about nudity and knew that I wasn’t going to be a low level employee at Hollyread Publishing for very long.

With the printer set up and the program on my laptop I printed out two sets of pictures, one to send anonymously to Manworthy, the other to present her in person the first chance I got!