voyeurism

I live in a house that can be seen neither from the road nor from the neighbouring houses. It is a nice house, no palace, but it happens to be secluded. Good for me. I have had the practice to be naked around the house, from rising to when I would leave the house, and often I undress again upon arriving home.

It is not that I am a nudist per se. The idea of 'sex' is never far away and I like it that way. I am an exhibitionist. During my twenties I openly did so - see my Statuesque Beauty (www.vannavechian.com). These days I exhibit myself without being seen. I have our reputation to defend.

Imagine the shock when for the very first time since moving here 6 years ago I was spotted. Where? I entered my conservatory with a book and he was trespassing in the garden. What? He saw a wellpreserved woman in her late 40s and I a male teenager, of 16 or so. Did I know him? No. He was not a neighbour's son. A grandson, a nephew, who came to fetch a ball? Or a young thief or troublemaker? I was mildly shocked and he?

We looked at each other for half a minute, when he fled and I stayed. Robbed of my dignity.