She turned me into a voyeur, she had me sitting in my bedroom. In the dark and watching her getting ready for bed. Let me explain the situation I was in. I was new to the area and knew no one when I first moved into my new house. I kept mostly to myself, decorating the place up and such like.
I'd been here about a week and a half before I first noticed her through her bedroom window just walking about in her housecoat. You see, her house backed directly onto the back of mine, and with her light on, and my light off. I could easily see into her bedroom from across our backyards.
'Honestly,' I hadn't noticed her before then, I'd get home from work, and for a few hours I'd do some DIY, at home, and have a shower. Then go to bed after shutting the curtains, & dropping my towel on the floor, and jumping naked on my bed to cool down.
It had become such a habit of mine since moving into the place, that I didn't really think about it any more. That night as I dried myself off, one end of the towel fell into the water and got soaking wet. So I left the towel in the bathroom hanging over the side of the bath and went to my room naked.
Not turning on the light 'for obvious reasons,' I went straight to the window to close the curtains and that's when I first saw her in her room.
She was just doing the usual kind of things a woman does when she getting ready for bed. Opening and closing draws or cupboard doors, and occasionally sipping at something she had in the glass 'I assumed it was wine.'
I don't exactly know why, I just stepped back without closing the curtains, I just stood there to watching her. I wasn't doing it for a perverted reason, I simply found her interesting to watch.
I suppose it had something to do with the 'what, why, and when,' factor. I knew she wouldn't have been able to see me because her light was on. So I stood there, watching her, but then my arousal beginning to show it self.
I wasn't thinking of anything that would do that, but then I started. It wasn't as if I was expecting to see anything to happen, 'but I was hopeful.' The bigger and harder it grew, the more I fantasized about her.
In slow motion, 'it seemed,' reacting to my fantasizes. She put the glass down as she stood up beside her bed, unfastening the belt around her waist and letting her gown fall to the floor.
She picked up her glass back up and did a slow 'hip,' gyrating dance and emptied the contents. I had glimpses of her naked form while she danced, 'but only sometimes though. Most of the time she was dancing with her back to me.
It didn't mater, the tide was rising between my thighs, while I was sitting on the end of my bed watching her. I took myself in hand watching her approach her window. She just stood there absent-mindedly, touching herself, and looking out across the back yards in my direction.
'Well that's how It felt to me anyway,' until she turned and walk back and climbed up on her bed.
She reached over to picked up a book off her bedside table and switched on her over head reading light. I couldn't take my eyes off her, she was laying on her back, ankles crossed, arms under her breasts, turning the pages as she read her book. Even though I could see most of her naked body, I began to loss my ardour.
Occasionally, she'd scratch herself, but when she started to touch her bust rolling her nipples between her fingers, my ardour came flooding back.
I started to think nothing else would be happening. So I started to masturbated myself using her body in my imagination. I looked back up at her, she had changed her position slightly. I could now see the full length of her, from her toes up to her face.
In one hand she held the book off to one side reading it. But her other hand toyed with her breast's squeezing them and pulling up on her nipples. My interest was recaptured, when her hand slowly moved down the front of her body. Stroking her skin until her fingers were lightly touching the front of her sex.
Again she stopped to turn the page, then went back to her to feeling her breasts and down her body, parting her legs further apart.
It's been a long time since I last saw a naked woman, 'a long while actually.' to be seeing this, 'this woman,' like this, was like all my birthdays had all come at once. After a couple of minutes she reached into the open bedside draw, and took something out and held it between her breasts and parted her legs.
I saw everything, her exposed womanhood was bereft of pubic hair. I could just imagine the sound of buzzing coming from the thing laying between her breasts.
Her other hand opened, and prepared herself to receive it. She spread her legs open by raising her knees, and lubricated her the length of the toy with her own juices. Rubbing the length of it between her lips, before she buried it deep inside herself.
She slapped and flicked at her clitoris, undulating her body in ecstatic pleasure.
I was besides myself, my hand was a blur pleasuring myself, and she was like a woman possessed. One of her hands alternately stretching her breasts by the nipples, squeezing and rolling them between her fingers.
With her other hand, she alternated between rubbing, slapping, flicking herself and fucking herself with her toy. Every now and then, she'd lift her bottom up off the bed, and frantically finger fuck herself, and wipe her fingers across her nipples.
I shot my load all over my bedroom floor when she pulled out her toy and stuck it in her mouth, I thought, 'thank god,' I hadn't laid a carpet at the time.
I sat there watching her, and milking the rest out when her hips shot up into the air, both hands busy between her thighs as she had her own orgasm.
She lay there exhausted, panting in the after glow of her monumental orgasm for a few minutes before turning out the light, plunging her room into darkness.
I didn't get much sleep that night, every time I started to doze off, I'd think about her again, and get another erection that needed seeing to.
It was an hope against hope watching her window, that 'she'd wake up and switch on her light to do it all again.' Twice more that week, she did it again, each time starting about the same time. That's when I made a decision to forgo working on my house for a night, and go to bed early. 'Maybe,' I thought, I could return the favour so I had made a plan.
First, I'd have to buy a bed side light, 'I needed one of those anyway.' Then I went to a local shop for one of those 'adult magazines,' to get me in the mood.
But have you ever bought one of those things, it's embarrassing, especially when the shop is as crowded it was, I nearly walked away and left it.
But I got one and folded it up hoping no one had seen it, and stepped back to pay.
Some one was right behind me, I turned to say something,
"Excuse me, do you..." I said.
