Izzy had just pulled off the new top she was trying on that she had bought earlier that morning and was standing in her bra and a pair of skin tight jeans when she sensed a movement in the bedroom mirror. To her horror, she realised that she hadn't closed the curtains properly and that from the right angle, she could be seen in the mirror.
Moving to the side, she could see Xander, short for Alexander, her younger next-door neighbour. He was bent over, hands on knees, panting for breath as he had just finished his daily run. If he looked up, he might have seen me, Izzy thought. Then she corrected herself; he couldn't have seen anything. With a gasp of horror, she saw Xander was clearly looking up at her bedroom window as he regained his breath, and the grin on his face told Izzy he'd seen plenty enough.
Izzy had never thought of herself as an exhibitionist, but that's how she felt at first until her initial embarrassment at inadvertently giving her neighbour a free flash of her boobs turned to laissez-faire acceptance. Her bikini top showed off more of her boobs than this bra did; it was still an annoying mistake. Although she didn't think that Xander would be the type to deliberately watch her, he didn't seem like the type of man who was a voyeur.
Izzy is medium height, with a nice trim figure supporting full boobs and tight arse, despite her being in her mid-thirties. Long red hair framed a face with high cheekbones, a long straight nose, full lips and green eyes that could flash with anger or fun.
Xander had finished his run and was gulping in air as he'd pushed the pace for the last mile and a half. As he bent over, hands on knees, he noticed a movement in his neighbour Izzy's bedroom. The curtains were not fully drawn, and through the gap, he took in the sight of Izzy removing her top and standing admiring her boobs encased in a bra that seemed to be struggling to contain them. Xander could see she was wearing her usual pair of jeans that seemed so tight they must have been sprayed on. Still, they showed off her nicely shaped arse perfectly; and she didn't seem out of place in them. Bet they're a bugger to get off in a hurry, Xander thought as he smiled. This was the grin that Izzy had seen.
Well, that's a nice sight, thought Xander as he straightened up; then he suspected that Izzy had seen him watching.
Xander didn't think Izzy had deliberately turned him into an inadvertent voyeur, nor was she a latent exhibitionist; she didn't seem that type. It was simply a chance sighting, a very enjoyable one from his perspective, but obviously not meant on purpose. Izzy never seemed to dress overly provocatively. Yeah, her skirts were worn cut above the knee, probably a tad too short for her age, but she had the legs to get away with that. Her tops weren't tight, and although she didn't work, very few of the wives in this part of town did, she didn't seem the airhead, yummy mummy type that you saw at the school gates.
It was funny how their minds were unconnected but had similar thoughts.
The next day Xander finished his run as normal, and as he regained his breath and stretched out his aching muscles, taking a chance, he looked up at Izzy's bedroom window. The curtains were open, but there was no sign of Izzy. So it must have been a fortunate coincidence that he'd seen her half dressed.
Unbeknownst to Xander, Izzy was watching him from the shadows at the back of her lounge. She noticed his prolonged look up to her bedroom. So he had seen her yesterday. The anticipatory intensity of his gaze was impossible to hide.
For some strange reason, Izzy felt turned on that Xander was interested enough to hope to get another look at her. The next day she decided to test her theory that he was 'spying' on her, so made sure she was in her bedroom window running her hands up and down her body, cupping and lifting her breasts as she admired them in the mirror. Xander did stop and looked and saw Izzy's show. Now he was uncertain if the original encounter had in fact been unintended.
For the next two days, Xander was disappointed when he glanced up at Izzy's bedroom window as she was nowhere to be seen. Then, on the following day, Xander nearly had a heart attack when he looked up at the window. Izzy was clearly posing even if she was standing back in the semi-shadows. All he could clearly make out was her silhouette, but even from that, he could tell Izzy was wearing just her bra and panties while bending over and flexing. Xander was now convinced that she knew he was looking out for her; she was teasing him.
Deciding to play a little game for the next two days, Xander didn't even glance up at Izzy's window after his run, but unknown to Izzy, he was standing where she couldn't actually see him unless she came directly to the window. As he watched unobserved, he saw Izzy's frown of disappointment at having no audience to pose for. Xander was now convinced the first show might have been a mistake, but not the rest.
Izzy decided to give it one last shot at her, by now admitted exhibitionism, and she acknowledged to herself that that is what she had become a closet exhibitionist, if only for one particular person. But the idea, for some reason, turned her on. Her pussy was wet and her nipples hard as she waited in anticipation of Xander's arrival.
She'd decided to up the game and was dressed in only a matching lacy black bra and panties set, with a scarlet garter belt and dark sheer stockings. Taking a chance, Izzy stood to the side of the window so that Xander was unable to see her. The problem for Izzy was that anyone else walking down the road at that time would also get an eyeful. When Izzy saw him stop outside her garden and blatantly look up, she moved and stood full square in the window. There was no mistaking what was going on by either of them.
Xander made no pretence that he was looking at Izzy as she posed in her undies before she undid her bra and set her tits free, moving swiftly away from the window as they bounced free. Xander smiled as he walked away, wondering what Izzy had in store for tomorrow; and how far and how long this game would last.
Xander was disappointed again as for the next three days, Izzy didn't appear.
On the fourth day, Xander had given up hope of seeing more of his neighbour and decided that Izzy had realised what she had done, how far she had gone and had decided to call it a day. He put the experience down to a happy chance and some naughty teasing between neighbours.
Izzy was in the window waiting for Xander to finish his run, and when he looked up, more in hope than expectation, there she was, this time in only her garters and stockings. She stood full on to the window for about ten seconds before she turned away. Giving Xander a great view of her perfect arse.
This was too much for Xander, so he decided to confront Izzy the next time he saw her. This happened two days later as Izzy walked down the street as Xander was in the garden.
"You know you should be careful to draw your curtains properly when you're trying on new clothes. You never know who will be able to see in, and what they will be able to see," Xander said with more confidence than he felt.
"Oh, and who's to say the curtains weren't left open intentionally. Not that I was happy for a person to look and that that person only saw what he was intended to see," Izzy countered.
"Then I think you're an exhibitionist, teasing and tempting."
"And that would make this mythical person watching a voyeur wouldn't it."
"Touché, but you're still teasing, and that's not fair. Unless there's more to it than that."
Izzy smiled and said, "There's no teasing involved."
"So what if the voyeur wants to see more than little glimpses? What if he wants to see everything? Is the exhibitionist willing to let him see everything?"
"I thought he had."
"Not really enough, and not close enough for his liking."
"Then if he's brave enough and deserves it then maybe he should ask for what he wants."
