I find myself fantasizing often as I gaze at the balconies overlooking our backyard, bending over far enough that I know my bottom is showing under a skirt. Or subtly stroking my nipples while on our own balcony, hoping someone is watching, enjoying. Maybe touching themselves at the same time.
It would be a dream come true to have voyeuristic, or even exhibitionist neighbors.
For now, though, I am thankful for the internet, as it scratches my exhibitionist itches quite nicely.