Living in south London, there are numerous houses where the architecture is pretty much the same -- terraced, Victorian houses, generally with gardens that are about 10 to 15 feet deep. These gardens are enough for a small table and maybe some sun, if they are pointed the right way.
We got some new neighbours this year. It would appear that they are a bunch of young professionals who are clearly enjoying their first foray into the delights of London living after university. There seems to be three of them, one guy and two girls. One of the girls is nothing special but the other one is a delicate, slender blonde with fine features and a slight figure.
I work a lot at home so I get to see them messing around, sorting out the garden on their afternoons off and also I hear them having long chats into the night, over a number of bottles of wine. Sometimes, however, there might be an unexpected treat.
I was at my desk and I noticed the blonde coming out to the garden. She was wearing a sleeveless top and a black skirt. She sat down in one of the seats at the table and proceeded to read a magazine and enjoy the summer sun. I was quite absorbed in my work but glanced over and saw that she had her graceful legs up on the next chair, to catch the sun. As the angle was pointed to me, I could see right up her skirt as she slowly waved her legs apart and together, gripped by some article on some celebrity.
I didn't want to be caught, so I glanced at her knickers which seemed to be black with little red patterns on them and went back to work. The window was open and I like to work to music so I had the computer knocking out some tunes.
"Who's singing that?" I heard someone call out. I looked out of the window and she had put down the magazine and was looking up at me, her eyes shaded by a hand.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to disturb you with my music. Do you want to turn it down?" I replied, trying to keep my gaze up and not sneaking a peek at her knickers again.
"No," she said, laughing, "I like it. Can you tell me what it is? It sounds great for this weather."
"Sure, it's Zero 7. I love the chilled out ambient sound when I'm working." I replied.
"Thanks. It sounds good. If you don't mind, I'll just listen to it." she said, smiling at me.
"How can I stop you?" I laughed and went back to my work.
"What's your name and why are you working when there's all this glorious sun?" she called out after a couple of minutes.