I always loved that our apartment complex had a courtyard. It offered a nice view, right from the center of the apartments. The apartments fit together nicely on all four sides, all with windows opening up on the courtyard, and consequently, across the way. At this point in the season, the snow blanketed everything with the Christmas holiday coming up. A couple weeks ago, I had noticed that an attractive young woman had moved into the apartment across the way from us. She looked to be about 24, with shoulder length blonde hair, a slender build, and a great figure. A little shorter than me, she probably measured up to about 5'7. After one week, I noticed that she had also taken note of me. My husband works second shift, and I have the apartment to myself for the afternoon/evening hours, as well as the woman across the way.
As is my nature, I was unable to resist boldly showing off from my side of the complex. About once a day, I would make sure to walk past my window wearing very little, or nothing at all, usually something festive. On the third day, the woman noticed, and did a double take: I pretended not to see, but I felt the success of catching her attention.
This continued over the next two weeks, me boldly passing by, or ever staying in front of, the window pretending not to see her watching me. I wore everything from a slip to only some Christmas bows, advertising myself as a gift that I knew she wanted. She appeared to not have anyone over most nights, and as of yet I had not mentioned her to my husband. One particular night, I was feeling very frisky, and made sure to leave myself in plain view of the window, lit up by only the Christmas tree. I started to play with myself, pretending I did not know I was in sight of the window. I noticed her watching, but pretending not to see me. I smiled to myself as I played with my clit, allowing myself to start getting into it. To my pleasure, she kept watching as I started to writhe in ecstasy. I allowed myself to lose sight of her to get even more into it, massaging my breasts with my hands, tasting myself, and working myself into a strong orgasm. I glanced over right before cumming just in time to notice she too had started playing with herself. Triumphantly, I came with a sudden burst and moaned.
I knew my husband would be coming home soon, so I quickly cleaned up and mentioned nothing. The next evening, I knew he would be looking for some good, end-of-the week sex, and I had a surprise Christmas present in store for him.
That evening, when my husband called from work, I worked my plans into the conversation.
"Hey baby, I have an early Christmas present for you tonight."
"Oh yeah? What might that be?"
