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by JSVnaked
I was actually caught and questioned by police once in 1991. It was scary at the time and hot as hell looking back at it. Fortunately I was not charged with anything.
My apartment was on the third floor of a small building which had a larger ten-story building across the street and a small four-story hotel adjacent. My bedroom window was no more than 30 feet from the hotel; my living room window perhaps 100 feet from apartments across the street.
In the summer of 1991 I would have been 26 years old. During the late evenings (3 or 4 am), one of my favorite kinks was getting naked and masturbating in the windows of my apartment - with all the curtains open and many of the lights on. I knew people in the other building could see very clearly.
One evening I had been putting on my show for an hour or so and had not noticed two police officers standing on the sidewalk below watching my every stroke. Quickly I retreated from the window, turned off the lights and hoped against hope they would carry on. There would be no such luck.
After what seemed like an hour had passed (though it was probably more like 2 minutes), I heard the police in the hallway knocking on my neighbor's door. It would only be a matter of minutes until they knocked on mine.
Knock, knock, knock. I delayed in answering so it would appear they had interrupted my sleep. They asked if they could come in to ask me a few questions about what I was doing. Reality hit that I had best be honest because it was completely obvious what I had been up to in the window.
To make a long story short, I was still completely naked and let the two officers in. We chatted for a long time: what was I doing? was another person doing it with me in another building? do I do this frequently? had I been drinking? Yes, it was stupid and I admitted it. A concerned citizen had called 911 to report my indecency and now one of the officers needed to phone the complainant back - I suppose in order to identify me. No answer. He called again. No answer. In the end, I suppose I got off on that technicality.
My regret must have impressed them (either that or it was getting dangerously close to shift change and neither of them had any desire to be hauling a naked guy down to the station to fill out paperwork), because I got a very strong warning and a promise that they would not be as lenient next time. I thanked them and, still naked, walked them to the door.
J
by JSVnaked
I was actually caught and questioned by police once in 1991. It was scary at the time and hot as hell looking back at it. Fortunately I was not charged with anything.
My apartment was on the third floor of a small building which had a larger ten-story building across the street and a small four-story hotel adjacent. My bedroom window was no more than 30 feet from the hotel; my living room window perhaps 100 feet from apartments across the street.
In the summer of 1991 I would have been 26 years old. During the late evenings (3 or 4 am), one of my favorite kinks was getting naked and masturbating in the windows of my apartment - with all the curtains open and many of the lights on. I knew people in the other building could see very clearly.
One evening I had been putting on my show for an hour or so and had not noticed two police officers standing on the sidewalk below watching my every stroke. Quickly I retreated from the window, turned off the lights and hoped against hope they would carry on. There would be no such luck.
After what seemed like an hour had passed (though it was probably more like 2 minutes), I heard the police in the hallway knocking on my neighbor's door. It would only be a matter of minutes until they knocked on mine.
Knock, knock, knock. I delayed in answering so it would appear they had interrupted my sleep. They asked if they could come in to ask me a few questions about what I was doing. Reality hit that I had best be honest because it was completely obvious what I had been up to in the window.
To make a long story short, I was still completely naked and let the two officers in. We chatted for a long time: what was I doing? was another person doing it with me in another building? do I do this frequently? had I been drinking? Yes, it was stupid and I admitted it. A concerned citizen had called 911 to report my indecency and now one of the officers needed to phone the complainant back - I suppose in order to identify me. No answer. He called again. No answer. In the end, I suppose I got off on that technicality.
My regret must have impressed them (either that or it was getting dangerously close to shift change and neither of them had any desire to be hauling a naked guy down to the station to fill out paperwork), because I got a very strong warning and a promise that they would not be as lenient next time. I thanked them and, still naked, walked them to the door.
J
