I was a member of Literotica back in 2017/18 when I published a much shorter version of this under a different title. I lost my login details and rejoined but I'm not able to find anything that relates to my earlier membership. I'm advising this in case anyone thinks I've stolen someone else's work.
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It is just an ordinary street with rows of identical houses punctuated with the occasional alley or driveway. Ben first noticed that the house across the alley was vacant again as he arrived home one afternoon. A "To Let" sign had been put up earlier in the day.
As usual when Ben got in from work, Ben went straight upstairs to his flat and stripped off for a shower.
His bedroom door faced the window at the top of the stairs, and he thought about drawing the curtain across it. Remembering there was no-one living in the house across the alley to see me though, he didn't bother.
As he showered it amused him to think that although the alley was always busy with people going to and fro, it was very narrow, and that even with the light on, no-one could see into the window at the top of the stairs.
Ben was quite lazy about his privacy. He wandered around upstairs when getting up, showering or getting ready for bed without much concern for either clothing or the risk of being seen at the window. His complacency came to an end as he strolled out of the bathroom one day. Something made him look through the window, and he noticed someone staring back from the house across the alley...a young woman.
She didn't seem to immediately realise that she was looking at a naked male. Ben was not what you would describe as athletic, tall dark, handsome or anything else outstanding. Most of what there was to see, this young woman saw through the window. In a few seconds her inquisitiveness turned to a look of horror and she quickly drew the curtain.
"Oh fuck," He thought. he really enjoyed wandering around with nothing on but decided that he should at least wear a towel or keep his curtain closed. The woman across the alley always kept her curtain tightly closed.
Ben saw her a few days later, leaving the house as he was coming home. She was a similar age to him -- late twenties he guessed; about 5ft 6in with a very nice figure, pleasantly round face and almost shoulder length ginger hair. She managed a smile (or perhaps it was a smirk) as they passed. Ben saw her again occasionally over the coming weeks. She reminded him of Liz, one of the secretaries at work. He fancied Liz a lot, but not only was she married, her husband was a huge Neanderthal who would make short work of anyone who looked at her.
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As time went on, Ben noticed that the window curtain across the alley was open again quite a lot. He continued with his usual routine of showering straight after work. Ben sometimes glanced across the alley out of curiosity. Once he thought he saw her quickly pull back from her window as he looked. But it was difficult to tell as it was mid-autumn and there was less of the afternoon sun to light the alley.
In the time since the house had been let,Ben had passed the young lady in the street, daring to smile and on the odd occasion saying a brief "Good morning" as they went in different directions. She always nodded back with a smile but nothing more was said. One day Ben was disappointed to see her walking towards the house with a slightly older male by her side. They'd obviously been shopping and not just for the evening meal. There was clearly enough for a week or more. Judging by the way they were happily chatting they hadn't just met at the checkout. He just about managed a smile as they passed.
By chance, the following day the Postman delivered some mail for next door through his letter box by mistake. Her name was Melanie, but no surname was given. Ben slipped the letter through her door that evening after dark.
One evening the following week Ben saw that a light was on at the top of the stairs making it clear that she was there and looking very deliberately in his direction. By this time however, He knew that as well as "Ginger," as he had unoriginally nicknamed her, the slightly older man was living in the property, although he came and went at various times of the day and night, perhaps working shifts.
It seemed that whenever 'Ginger' was alone in the house, Ben was more likely to see her at the window. Occasionally she smiled at him. This went on through to winter-time. Though it was already dark by the time he arrived home.
One Friday evening after a busy week Ben had just showered and carelessly strolled naked across the landing without drawing the curtain. The one across the alley was open, the light was on and there was 'Ginger' looking out of the window. From what he could see she was wearing a white top and a red tartan skirt which was quite short and showed off her legs to good effect.
The show only lasted a minute or so before she walked away. A few days later he was treated to another show. This time she had her left foot on the window sill causing her short tartan skirt to rise up slightly. Ben had a glimpse of her pubes, which to his delight appeared to be clean-shaven. he became quite hot and rather excited knowing that the people passing along the alley below had no idea what was being played out just a few feet above them.
'Ginger' seemed to be sitting on a kitchen stool. Slowly she raised her right foot onto the window sill and hitched her skirt up even more with her left hand. Just when he noticed she had a small ginger tuft above her clitoris, her right hand drew the curtain closed.
Ben needed a cold shower, but decided that he preferred another form of relief instead. He withdrew to his bedroom and lay on the bed savouring every detail as I brought himself to a welcome climax.
Ben realised he was clearly being teased. 'Ginger' must have known that with someone else sharing her house he was not going to knock on the door and talk his way in for something more than she was letting him have already.
He had to wait for weeks for another peep-show. Just as he began to think it was all over, the scenario was repeated. Exactly the same clothing, the stool and the peep show. First the left leg on the window sill, then the right, then left hand pulling the skirt out of the way to reveal 'Ginger' in all her glory. He waited for the curtain to be drawn shut, but it stayed open.
'Ginger' managed to rock slightly backwards on the stool at the same time parting her legs slightly. How she kept her balance he didn't know but was glad she did!
With her left hand holding her skirt up, her right hand strayed to her ginger tuft. She slowly played around the top of her clitoris, occasionally stroking down each side. After a minute or two 'Ginger' moved her left arm to hold her skirt, allowing her free left hand to join in. She parted her cunny-lips with her right hand and the middle finger of her left hand ventured inside her now exposed cunny.
All this was happening a mere six feet and two sheets of glass away from I. If only the people in the alley knew what was happening above their heads!
She withdrew her finger before reinserting two together. All the time her right hand was caressing the button beneath the ginger tuft. Her eyes were half closed and her mouth open a little. 'Ginger' withdrew her fingers, licked them clean and reached below the window sill for something, still managing to keep her precarious balance on the bar stool. What happened next took his breath away.
She produced a small glass object and placed it between her lips. She sucked and tongued it playfully. Having lubricated it she moved it down towards her clitoris and teased it with the novel toy. Slowly 'Ginger' moved it down and, carefully but deliberately, inserted the mystery object into her cunny.
