I see you seeing me.
My summer before going off to college had certainly been eventful. Aside from the normal activities of what you might expect from a teenage girl coming into her own, going on a few dates, letting a few boys feel me up, giving a few blowjobs and even allowing a couple of them to have awkward teenage sex, I had also crossed over into a new realm. I had participated in my first threesome, even though I did not have intercourse, with Mark and Corey. I had experienced my first sex with a black guy on my incredible night with Ricky. I had an unbelievable lesbian experience with Corey, and I topped off my summer with what was still to this day, some thirty years later, one of the biggest black cocks I have ever seen with Maurice and Gail. But now, a chapter was beginning in my life - I was off to college and a new found freedom.
You might be expecting that my early college days were filled with dorm room parties, frat house gang bangs, and the usual slutiness that goes along with a young girl getting her first taste of freedom, and while I did have my share of good times in college, for the most part, that simply wasn't the case. Mainly because of my financial situation. My mom and stepdad didn't have the means to pay for college, so I had to cut corners every chance I had. That included enrolling in the Junior College and moving in with my grandmother, who lived just half a block from the campus.
Now before you go to thinking, "Okay, living with your grandmother takes all the fun out of college", I should explain my grandmother to you. Her and my granddad had been divorced since before I was born. She was single from about the age of 40 until she died. She was also a very successful seamstress with a shop in the garage behind her two story house. She was famous for making handmade western shirts, and both men's and women's suits. When she was young, she even made many of the shirts seen in western movies and had many photos of old western actors wearing her shirts.
Not only was my grandmother a successful business woman, which was rare in those days, she was also pretty open and free spirited. She went out dancing when she wasn't traveling to see one of her sisters or kids, so even though I lived with her, I did have a good bit of free time when I was home alone. She also had a few "boyfriends" she dated regularly, and on those nights, she would often stay overnight at their house, but she would never let any of them get too serious. She had no plans whatsoever of remarrying.
Like me, she was also tiny. Barely 5' tall and maybe 100 pounds, she did keep herself very fit. She was a member of women's spa that had fitness classes of various types. She always laughed a lot and never took life too serious.
My schedule was pretty full. Within a month of arriving at college, I had managed to find 3 sources of income. I got a part time job working three or four nights a week as a night clerk at a hotel by the airport, since I was working towards a degree in accounting, I got a job keeping the books for a small electrical contractor and I still would get an occasional babysitting job. All of that on top of going to college, so I really didn't have a lot of free time to be the wild, college girl you might expect.
I should also tell about my grandmother's house. She had a really nice two story house, that was really decorated nice inside. Grandmother was a garage sale fanatic and would usually go on Friday and Saturday mornings to garage sales finding all sort of treasures to decorate with. Down stairs were the living room, kitchen, dining room and her bedroom. There were two bedrooms upstairs and each had a separate bathroom, but the bathroom on the left was just a sink and toilet, so I took the bedroom on the right. That bathroom, although not attached to the bedroom, had a bath/shower combo.
My family had been going to visit my grandmother pretty regularly all of my life, so I was somewhat familiar with things already and knew something about the neighborhood. Next door to grandmother's house, on the side where my bedroom was, was another two story where a 40-something divorced man named Jerry lived. Jerry was some sort of scientist who worked at a research facility. He had two sons I knew from when we would visit. One was about two years younger than me and the other about five years younger, but when Jerry and his wife divorced, she moved out of state and took the boys with her.
Jerry was kind of odd. I guess he must have been really smart to have the job that he had. He was about 5'10 or so and a bit pudgy, maybe 200 pounds, wore dark frame glasses and had a flattop haircut. Not exactly a hottie, but he was a nice enough guy. He was a pretty much a loner, but he my grandmother had been neighbors for several years and had developed a friendly relationship. He always seemed to be keeping an eye on the house and would sometimes offer to come over and fix things or help my grandmother move a piece of furniture.
One of Jerry's spare bedrooms had a window that directly across from my side bedroom window. There was only about ten feet between the two houses. When they divorced, I guess his wife took most of the furniture, including the kid's bedroom furniture and curtains. The night I moved in, there was an upstairs light on next door and the light shining into that bedroom showed me the room was completely empty. I felt kind of sad for Jerry when I saw that. His entire world had moved away and left him there in that big empty house, all alone. Even for an odd duck like Jerry, that was no way to live and I felt really bad for him.
After a couple of weeks and had gotten settled in, I began to form a routine. Two nights a week I had evening classes and would walk to school. I would walk home and get there just after 9:00. On the nights that I worked at the hotel, my shift was from 3 to 11, and I would get home at about 11:30. I began to notice that no matter what time I got home at night, Jerry would be sitting on his front porch drinking a beer. I didn't think too much about it. Jerry would always waive at me as I walked from my car to the front door. I would always come in and take a bath, then go the bedroom wrapped in a towel and would put on a tee shirt and panties to sleep in. It wasn't uncommon for me to stand nude in front of my vanity mirror while I brushed my hair. I also had a full length mirror on the side wall was a straight view to my side window across the room and the bedroom window on Jerry's house.
I guess Jerry didn't know my exact schedule yet, so one night I didn't have class and had a night off at the hotel, so I actually got home from school before Jerry did. A couple of hours later, I was sitting on my bed doing some homework. Since I knew Jerry's bedroom was empty, I never bothered closing the curtains. But this night the bedroom door was open and when Jerry clicked on an upstairs light, it lit the bedroom just enough for me to see that there was now a folding chair and small table with an ashtray and a lamp on it, but they were not placed on the far wall where you would expect. They were only a couple of feet back from the window facing out.
"Oh my God!". I thought, "has he been watching me at night?"
I quickly reached over and turned off my lamp and hid behind the side of my bed. As I peered over my bed in the darkness, I saw Jerry come into the empty bedroom. He looked over at my bedroom window, but when he saw my bedroom light was off, I guess he figured I might have already been asleep. He turned and walked out of the room, closing the door behind him.
I lay in bed that night, doing my best to recall the past couple of weeks and what Jerry might have spied on me doing. He could have certainly seen me standing nude in front of the full length mirror, brushing my hair, but had he also seen me lying in bed masturbating? I felt relieved when I realized I had only played with my pussy with the lights off, but at the same time, to think of the poor lonely guy spying on my kind of turned me on.
The next day in my classes, I could hardly concentrate thinking about Jerry watching me. It was creepy, but a big turn on at the same time. I thought about Jerry all alone in that big house. I wondered how long it had been since he had been with a woman. I hope this doesn't sound conceited, but I wasn't angry about it. After all, to Jerry, I was probably the hottest little thing he had seen in a long time, maybe ever! Why wouldn't he take every available opportunity to see my tight young body?
That night, when I got home from class, sure enough, there sat Jerry on his front porch. I went in and said hi to my grandmother, who was still up watching TV. After a few minutes, she said she was going to bed and I told her I needed to get something out of my car. I went out the front door and sure enough, Jerry had gone inside, perhaps waiting patiently in the upstairs bedroom.
I went up and took my bath and for the first time, it dawned on me that the smoked glass little bathroom window above the tub faced Jerry's house. He couldn't see through it, but he could tell when the bathroom light went off.
That night, instead of drying off in the bathroom, I just wrapped the towel around my wet body, turned off the bathroom light and walked into my bedroom. A quick glace to the window told me the lights were off at Jerry's.
"Is he there? Is he watching me?" I wondered.
I closed my bedroom door and undid the towel and began slowly and seductively drying myself off. I took my time about it, carefully placing each foot on the edge of the bed to dry my legs. I began noticing things I hadn't even thought of before, like how high my bed was and that if I were standing in front of my mirror, he could see from my butt up, not my legs. I also realized that if I went to my closet, which was on the side of the bed with the window, I would only be about ten or twelve feet from him. I couldn't resist.
I finished drying and acted like I was going to my closet. I wanted to see if I could see him, but as I glanced as I walked by my window, the room was totally dark with the door closed, so if he was there, I couldn't tell for certain. The more I thought about him watching me, the more it turned me on.
Strange thoughts ran through my head. I wanted him to see me, but I didn't want him to know that I knew. Not yet anyway. Not only did I want him to see me, I wanted to put on a show for my lonely neighbor. I wanted to make sure he would be there watching for me every night. The idea of it really got me going. If Jerry was sitting over there in the darkness, I was to make it an enjoyable night for him.
I walked back over to my vanity, grabbed my hair brush and stepped over to the full length mirror. I slowly bent at the waist, my hair dangling toward the floor and began brushing it. Very slowly. In this position, Jerry had a perfect view of my tight little butt, and maybe, just maybe, a slight glimpse of my pussy. I spread my legs ever so slightly just to add to the possibility. I brushed my hair out this way about twice as long as I normally would. Then I stood up and brushed out my hair while standing in front of the mirror. Oh how I wished I had known if he was watching or not. After several minutes of this, I lay the brush on my vanity and reached for a bottle of lotion and began a slow and seductive show of moisturizing my body. I sat on the edge, turned slightly sideways to give a better view, and extended my leg in the air to rub in the cream, then the other leg.
I stood up, again with my butt to the window, and massaged the lotion into my butt, then my shoulders and finally my breasts. I turned sideways, again giving him a profile view, and looking at the mirror began examining my breasts, rubbing in the lotion, and slowly toying with my nipples, almost like it was just an accident, but my erect nipples made it clear that I was aroused.
I began making a show, like I had innocently begun by applying moisturizer, but during the application, I had become aroused. I pinched at my nipples. Bit my bottom lip. Admired my body in the mirror. Then I slowly, like I was getting carried away, moved over to lay on the bed. With the lights still on, my fingers made their way slowly down my torso to find my wet, swollen lips.
