I don't know what first caught my eye. Maybe a glint from a mirror, a light flicked on in the growing dusk? Whatever it was, it sparked something that's been at turns amusing, thrilling and sordid. And not just for me.
We'd recently rehabbed our attic space: paneled, wired and insulated it and generally made it a pleasant office for me. We also added a window in one gable end to let in the soft northerly light. That's where I set up my desk.
Our older neighborhood had grown organically, with lots and houses of different shapes and sizes. As a result this window overlooks a bedroom in the Hadleys' house next door, just a dozen feet away and a half-story below. The Hadleys had always seen a blank wall opposite, and my new window was up and away from their usual view. I guess that's why they didn't think to draw their curtains. Parts of their room were out of my view, but not many.
That explained the glint. As I glanced toward it I got a little shock -- our neighbor Dan was moving around his well-lit room in the nude, just out of the shower. I was in the semi-dark and looking downward, so he didn't notice he had an observer. Two things popped into my head at almost the same time: A) I really didn't need to see Dan's dangly bits, and B) holy crap, did this made me a peeper, a pervert?
Rationalization kicked in pretty quickly: It wasn't intentional, my gaze didn't linger on his willie, no harm done, blah blah. I'd just make it a point to not look there any more. I didn't see how I could casually suggest to Dan that they close their curtains, but maybe my wife Ellen could find a diplomatic way to mention it to Cathy.
Hold on a sec (said my other head) -- Cathy. If Dan was strolling around in the buff, did that mean...
And just like that, I really was a pervert.
Dan and Cathy are a little younger than Ellen and I, Dan maybe 31 to Cathy's 27. Neither of us had kids. He's nothing to look at, not that I'm anyone to judge, but she's a fox: 5'7, workout-trim with long legs and high, tight B-cup tits, a cute oval face with a generous mouth and dark neck-length hair. I've idly imagined her naked -- well, yeah, like with most women under 40 -- and gotten tantalizing hints when we'd all been together at the beach.
My work suffered for all the stolen glances. It wasn't a conscious thing, I'd just be typing away and realize I hadn't seen the screen for a while. The odds of catching anything during the day were slim, since Cathy often worked outside the house. Dan was sometimes out of town for a week or two doing some systems integration jazz I didn't understand. Meanwhile I was developing a crick in my neck.
Evenings were different. I won't say I camped out upstairs, but I did spend more hours 'on the job'. Ellen just assumed I was on deadline. On one of these evenings my vigilance was rewarded. Dusk was falling but my lights were off when the room next door lit up. It was Cathy, home from work and dressed in business casual. She shucked off her jacket, then stepped out of view. I didn't realize I was holding my breath until she reappeared, working the buttons on her blouse and the zipper of her skirt.
My hand went to my own zipper, anticipating what I'd pictured so often these past few days. Off came the blouse to reveal a plain white bra. Down went the skirt, showing matching cotton panties under hose. My cock was growing with every pulse... when she turned away and pulled out some sweats from a drawer. In a moment, the moment was over. She turned off the light as she left. Shit. All that for that. I'd seen more at the beach. I was left holding a dwindling dick and feeling even pervier. Enough, this was a silly waste of time.
I stayed away from the window for three days, almost a record in self-control for me. I felt virtuous. I'd given up smoking and chocolate bonbons, but those were years ago. Then late one night when I really was on deadline the light came on, causing a Pavlovian twitch in my dick. I should tie a bell on it. I reasoned that I needed a break anyway, and what's the harm?
I clicked off my desk lamp and closed the laptop, leaving me invisible. There was a confusion of movement in the room, two people making bedtime prep. Cathy started to undress with her back to me. This time she unclasped her bra, slipped off her panties and hose, and turned to visit the bathroom. My heart was in my throat. It was just a glimpse but I saw it all -- two proud breasts with just a slight jiggle, a small dark patch below a taut stomach, and below that a pair of pendulous pussy lips.
I'd been so intent on Cathy I forgot that Dan was in the room, and now also naked. I casually noted his hairy ball sack, then it was his turn in the bathroom. When Cathy came back I instantly forgot him again. The prize was in sight and my cock was as hard as the three-body problem.
Cathy sat on the edge of the bed with her legs slightly spread. I thought I'd remember that sight forever, like a photograph, and... shit! Pictures! I scrabbled for my phone camera, making sure the flash was off. I blessed the team that invented image stabilization as my trembling hands (well, the free one) clicked off a couple of stills. And barely in time, as Dan re-entered and doused the overhead light, leaving just the bedside lamps.
The dimmer light didn't ruin the view completely, but I figured this session was over and prepared to bring my state from aroused to spent. I continued watching as I stroked, assuming that any action would proceed in darkness and under covers.
But I was wrong. Way wrong. Dan sat on the bed next to Cathy and drew her into a kiss. One hand went to her breasts then another found its way to those puffy lips, massaging and opening them to expose her pinkness. As she reclined I noted with approval that her tits didn't droop to the sides but remained mostly upright. And now Dan was nibbling and sucking them, and she squirmed as his fingers probed her fleshy opening, and his cock was growing from a noodle to a cudgel, and...
Whoa now. I'd only wanted to see Cathy naked, but this was something else -- it was making me feel like a voyeur. I went cold. Fuck, fuck. I actually was a voyeur, this is what voyeurs do. I should stop this right now, leave the room, seal off this window, buy a blindfold, move to a remote island. I am not this person, no sir this is not me. But first I had to stop looking. And I couldn't. I couldn't even stop taking pictures.
I watched helplessly, my cock a bone in my fist, as Cathy dropped to her knees and, though the view was now obstructed, obviously took Dan into her mouth and started bobbing. I could see her butt crack, a small rose tattoo, a wisp of pubes and a glimpse of those pendant lips with a glistening that revealed her own arousal. I was lost.
