I went to college at a medium sized university in Southern California. My junior year, I lived in a nice little one bedroom studio apartment off campus. My building was one of about ten two-story apartment buildings scattered around a nicely landscaped complex. My apartment was on the second floor of my building.
Out my front windows, I had a nice view of a grassy tree-filled area. But from my back windows, I looked across an asphalt driveway at the back windows of another apartment building. Most tenants kept their back blinds closed at night because of the lack of privacy that caused.
One evening I was sitting on my bed in just a pair of gym shorts with the blinds open. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed that the blinds of my neighbor behind me were slightly open and the back-lighting of the apartment displayed a person apparently peering through them and into my apartment. I assumed the person was watching me shirtless on the bed. From the shadowy figure, I couldn't tell if it was a man or a woman, but I was somehow intrigued either way.
The person was still there several minutes later. I had to take a shower, so in a moment of whimsy, I stood with my back to the window and dropped my gym shorts, revealing my perfect 21 year-old smooth, hairless, bubble ass, framed by the tan lines on my back and legs that still carried over from summer. I stood there momentarily and then walked out of the room and into the bathroom.
By the time I reached the bathroom, my heart was pounding and I was fully erect. I guess I had a bit of a voyeuristic side to me I hadn't known about. I took a long hot shower that naturally included stroking while thinking about my peeping tom.
I dried off after the shower and toyed with the idea of walking back into the bedroom naked, but decided to wrap a towel around myself instead. I walked back into the bedroom and over to the window. Without looking directly at the window across the way, I could still see that the figure was back at the blinds. I stood there for a few seconds and then slowly closed my blinds.
I dropped the towel while fantasizing about the blinds still being open. I was rock hard. I was intensely aroused thinking about displaying my erect cock to my mysterious neighbor.
The next evening, I spent more time in my bedroom shirtless and in gym shorts. But the blinds never cracked. Same thing the next evening. Then, the third evening, I was sitting on the bed and actually saw my neighbor's blinds open slightly. My heart rate elevated and I leaned back farther on the pillow. As I read my college textbook, my cock grew hard involuntarily. Several times, I reach down to adjust it and draw the attention of my voyeur.
As I did the first night, I eventually stood up with my back to the window and dropped my shorts. I walked over to the dresser and lingered as if I were trying to find something on the dresser-top. Finally, I slowly walked out of the bedroom, having given my peeping tom another viewing of my tight ass.
After the shower, I returned to the room in my towel and stood at the window displaying my chest and mid-section. Making sure no other neighboring windows were open, I dropped the towel and stepped back a couple of steps to reveal my semi-erect cock. It was a brief showing as I closed the blinds after a few seconds.
I laid back on the bed and masturbated while fantasizing about my secretive friend. It didn't occur to me that it might be a woman. At this point, I assumed it had to be a man. Hopefully a good looking college classmate. My climax came quickly as I stared at the blinds and pretended they were wide open with my voyeur standing at his open window naked and stroking in concert with me.
That Saturday, I was home all day studying. At mid-day, I decided to take a walk to clear my head. Mid-terms were the following week, so my stress level was pretty high. I reached the sidewalk and took a left, proceeding on my walk. As I came around the corner, I realized I was approaching the front of my secret admirer's building. I counted to the third apartment where I knew he lived. Since his apartment was on the second floor, like mine, I didn't have a good view into the front room. And I didn't see anyone in any event.
I walked for about 15 minutes and then headed back. About a block from my neighbor's building, I saw a man come out of the front apartment building door to check his mail. My heart jumped into my throat because I thought I recognized him. As I got closer, he turned to look toward the street and I got a clear view of his face. My brain said, "Professor Nathan?" I was stunned and nearly stopped in my tracks. He didn't look my way before he walked back into the building.
Professor Nathan taught Art History at my university. I took his class first semester of my sophomore year. I will never forget the class - not because I fell in love with Art History; but because I secretly fell in love with Professor Nathan. And I was not the only one. I am certain virtually every female student in the class was in love with him as well. Word among the students was that his class was hard to get into and was disproportionately full of females because of it.
I had guessed that he was in his early 30s, about 5'11" with a trim, athletic build, dark brown hair, and hazel eyes with just a touch of emerald green as if it were painted in with the tip of an artist's brush. His hair was medium length, just long enough to brush over the top of his ears and add to that sophisticated European look. The tiny amount of gray in his temples was obviously premature, but gave him an added look of wisdom and sophistication. Suffice to say, when he walked into a room - any room - he commanded your attention. Even his voice projected confidence, but was soothing to your ears like the soft, full sound of a cello.
I was obsessed with him for the entire semester. But with the attention he drew from the girls, I assumed his was straight. While he didn't return their attention in an obvious way, I assumed that was because he was smart enough and confident enough to know such attention could only lead to trouble on a college campus. Nonetheless, the attention and fawning eyes were always there.
I thought about it and decided it was just a bizarre coincidence that the professor lived in the same building as my voyeur. It was too good to be true. And it actually didn't make any sense. Why would that dream of a man be interested in watching me?
The cat and mouse window game happened only twice over the next couple of weeks. My towel drops and fantasies provided incredible relief from the pressure of mid-terms. And I masturbated at least once a day fantasizing that my admirer was actually the professor.
Early in the afternoon on the Saturday following my last mid-term, I decided to head to the community swimming pool in our complex. There were probably 20 people there, all adults. The complex was heavily populated by students from my school. But there were a handful of small young families and a fair number of older non-college adults.
I laid my towel on a lounge chair, entered the pool and swam about six laps. The water was refreshing. It was nice to be relaxing after two weeks of mid-term hell. I slipped out of the pool and walked over to my chair, laid back and enjoyed the sun. It was a beautiful 80 degree late October day in Southern California with plenty of sun to rekindle a fading summer tan.
I was daydreaming, when out of the corner of my eye, I saw Professor Nathan enter the pool area in a swimsuit, tee-shirt and flip flops. He glanced my way, but didn't show any visual sign of acknowledgement. He laid his towel on a lounge chair on the other side of the pool directly across from me and pulled his tee-shirt over his head.
