So when I was in my first year of university, I was in a shared uni accommodation with 4 other guys and 5 girls. These 9 strangers quickly became my friends and drinking buddies.

I hit it off with one girl in particular - we shared a similar sarcastic sense of humour and became quite close pretty quickly. There was also some pretty obvious sexual tension and our relationship began very flirty, but with one big issue... she had a boyfriend.

They'd been together for a few years and things seemed quite serious with them, he even came up to visit a few times that year.

Despite this, we did end up hooking up on several occasions after drunken nights out with the rest of our housemates. Usually in my room when everyone else was asleep. We only went as far as making out as she seemed to think this was just about acceptable but anything further would REALLY be cheating.

I was sleeping around quite a bit at the time and generally enjoying my first year at university, but I couldn't shake off this desire to sleep with this girl... not just because of the initial attraction, but something about the whole forbidden fruit vibe was really doing it for me.

One night, we're making out in my room again and my cock is literally bursting out of my jeans. I'm close to begging her to go further but she's adamant that she can't touch it, even though she can't take her eyes off my - at this point - pulsing bulge.

I'm so fucking turned on that after gesturing towards it, I find myself pulling it out in front of her... I realised this could be a step way too far but to my surprise, she doesn't tell me to stop or ask wtf I'm doing, instead she just watches and comments on how insanely pent up my balls must be.

I instinctively start stroking myself in front of her while she just sits backs and watches, eyes mostly fixed on my cock but making occasional eye contact with me, accompanied by a wry smile.

After not long I'm ready to finish and I explode, shooting ribbons which mostly land on the floor with only the end of one finishing on her jeans - she didn't seem to mind.

She just gets up, tells me "thank you for the show" and kisses me goodnight before heading back to her room.

This happened again 3 or 4 times that year. She never once got involved physically. Only offering assistance by pulling her top down for me, letting out a moan when I was taking too long to cum and even pulling her skirt up high so I could finish directly onto her bare thighs.

After first year we moved into separate houses and didn't really see each other much until losing contact... I think she ended up marrying her boyfriend though.

Naturally, if I had the opportunity I would of loved to actually fuck her, but there was something so hot about these experiences and they've always stuck out in my memory... definitely unlocked an exhibitionist kink in me as since then I've always enjoyed being watched by someone who appreciates the show... I've always taken pride im my appearance and enjoy praise - I often get compliments on the aesthetics of my cock too so this kind of scenario really amplifies these kinks.