Some months ago I got a new job. One inconvenience was that I had to go up earlier in the morning due to a longer journey.
I live in a flat. Opposite my kitchen window is over an inner yard is another house with small flats.
The first morning on the new job I was in my kitchen at around six in the morning. The daylight was enough for me to prepare my breakfast so I didn't turn on the light. A movement caught my eye and I looked out through the window. In the flat just opposite Anna, a woman in her mid-forties, opened her window and put her bedclothes at the windowsill. Nothing special about that I thought until I saw that she was wearing shirt and panties. Only panties.
Suddenly she startled. I guess that she had seen me. She quickly moved back wards into the room and out of my sight. Well I thought. That was understandable. She didn't expect anyone to be in her opposite window. I made my breakfast and thought nothing more about it. But she had been looking nice. Her light clothing had revealed a flat stomach and wide hips.
The next morning I was a few minutes later. I didn't put on the light. The bedclothes were already hanging out her window. At first I didn't see her but suddenly she appeared in the window and started to get her bedclothes back in. I became interested when I saw that again she was only wearing shirt and panties. She pretended not to notice my presence.
This went on the following mornings with the exception of Saturday and Sunday when at least I had breakfast later. I also remembered that the flat under and above me often was empty, their owners lived somewhere else for long periods.
On Monday morning there was a change. She was wearing a short housecoat instead of the normal shirt and panties. That became the start of a modeling show. She frequently changed her attire although it was still rather modest with different panties, shirts and T-shirts.
She never gave a sign that she saw me or was aware of my presence. We were living in buildings belonging together and thus we knew each other and met now and then and even made small talk when we met. She was a plain looking woman in her mid forties. She never said anything to indicate that something was going on.
I had to find out if she was unaware of my presence or if she just didn't care. One morning I deliberately was ten minutes later than normal. Her bedclothes were hanging over the windowsill and shortly after I was in my kitchen window she came forward to collect them. Well, that might have been a coincidence.
Two mornings later I was ten minutes early. Her window was closed but shortly after I was in place she opened her window and put out her bedclothes. I changed like that a few more times but she was always there whenever I showed up.
I stopped testing her and just watched. By now she had showed that she had a real nice-looking body with broad hips and narrow waist and best of all a full bosom that she liked to show in tight T-shirts.
One morning the housecoat was back on. When she picked up the bedclothes she turned and put them on her bed. She leaned over the bed and the housecoat rode up her bottom. Her naked ass cheeks came on display and her usual panties were changed to a Brazilian tanga. Her bottom looked marvelous and bounced when she moved. The show was soon over and she was back at the window looking completely innocent.
The following morning things heated up. She was wearing panties and a bra, no shirt or T-shirt, which she always had done before. She moved around in the room showing both her front and her back. She really had a sexy figure. The bra changed over the following days to more and more sexy models until she was showing her breasts in a half cup balconette. Her dark pink nipples rested in the cup and looked like delicious cherries. When I watched her nipples swelled.
Then her panties became more and more daring but her bras step by step moved back to more modest models. After a few days she let me see her Brazilian tanga but this time without the housecoat. Her bottom swung lovely when she moved around and made the bed.
Over the next couple of weeks she combined bras and panties in different combinations and colors. A daring bra together with modest panties and vice verse. Black, white and red mixed. Until a sunny Friday morning when she appeared in her black Brazilian tanga and her half cup balconette. She looked absolutely stunning and I got hard immediately.
I met Anna in the street the following day. We made small talk as usual and she still gave no hint that something was going on in the mornings.
"Oh, by the way, Tom, I will be away on vacation next week," Anna suddenly said. "But my daughter are staying in my apartment to keep things rolling."
What did she mean by that? It was true that we tried to tell our neighbors when we were away. But the rest?
On Monday morning I looked over at the opposite window. I didn't really expect to see something but was anyhow disappointed. I had got used to the morning show. I stood for a while realizing that I really missed the morning shows. I startled when the window shade suddenly rolled up. The window was opened and I saw a young woman taking in the morning air looking up at the blue sky. She looked around and when she saw me she smiled and waved her hand.
She was no beauty and had pimples on her face. But her smile was warm and friendly and made her look nice. She was wearing a flimsy baby doll with matching panties.
She stood in her open window for a while, apparently enjoying the nice morning. She then turned and lifted the baby doll over her head and let it fall on the bed. She stood still letting me admire her backside with a figure that was a younger copy of her mothers with broad hips, narrow waist and full bottom. She shifted her weight a few times to let her bottom swing. She took one step away from the window and turned around. I could still see her clearly and her breasts matched the rest of her body. They were gorgeous, round and firm and the pink nipples stood out.
After a few seconds she smiled and turned without haste and walked away out of my sight. I stood for a long time hoping she would come back. She did but was then wrapped in a dressing gown. She didn't look at me when she made the bed and eventually closed her window.
