Voyeur
I spotted my neighbor across the street watching me last night. I have my desk perpendicular to my bedroom window so I can look out my window when I'm on the computer. Last night, I was working on a short story when I hit a road block and looked out my window to gather my thoughts. That's when I saw him.
He had a perfect view into my room. His second story window is slightly higher then my window so he can see a lot that goes on in my room. And I usually leave the blinds up, even at night because no one can see into my room from any other location except from that window and until now I had thought the room was just one they used for storage and never went into.
I wonder how much he's seen. Last night, I was writing an erotic story and getting really into it. At a couple points, I had to stop typing because I couldn't control my hands. I had to rub myself, penetrate myself with fingers or caress my breasts. If he had been at the window for a while he had gotten a pretty nice show.
I didn't know how to react. I pretended like I didn't see him. I acted like I was still typing for a few more minutes then pretended like I was done. I shut off my computer, lights and hid in my room. A minute later he disappeared.
I wished I had given him more of a show. It turned me on to know he was watching me. I think I'll have to close my blinds from now on when I'm writing, I just don't think I'll be able to concentrate on the typing.
He's a few years older, has a family and could work out some more but I'd like to do a lot more than just put on a show for him. I've had a secret crush on him since, I moved into the neighborhood. At the time my gossipy neighbors (I wonder what they say about me) told me he was separated from his wife. I thought his wife, was an attractive blonde that would visit him every few days. It turned out to be his mistress. There was no sign of his wife for three months, then right after the blonde would leave another woman would show up. That sparked my curiosity, it was like watching a soap opera.
Maybe next time, I'll put a show on purpose. I probably won't but we'll see.
He had a perfect view into my room. His second story window is slightly higher then my window so he can see a lot that goes on in my room. And I usually leave the blinds up, even at night because no one can see into my room from any other location except from that window and until now I had thought the room was just one they used for storage and never went into.
I wonder how much he's seen. Last night, I was writing an erotic story and getting really into it. At a couple points, I had to stop typing because I couldn't control my hands. I had to rub myself, penetrate myself with fingers or caress my breasts. If he had been at the window for a while he had gotten a pretty nice show.
I didn't know how to react. I pretended like I didn't see him. I acted like I was still typing for a few more minutes then pretended like I was done. I shut off my computer, lights and hid in my room. A minute later he disappeared.
I wished I had given him more of a show. It turned me on to know he was watching me. I think I'll have to close my blinds from now on when I'm writing, I just don't think I'll be able to concentrate on the typing.
He's a few years older, has a family and could work out some more but I'd like to do a lot more than just put on a show for him. I've had a secret crush on him since, I moved into the neighborhood. At the time my gossipy neighbors (I wonder what they say about me) told me he was separated from his wife. I thought his wife, was an attractive blonde that would visit him every few days. It turned out to be his mistress. There was no sign of his wife for three months, then right after the blonde would leave another woman would show up. That sparked my curiosity, it was like watching a soap opera.
Maybe next time, I'll put a show on purpose. I probably won't but we'll see.
1 Comments:
At 8:39 PM, Flamsmark said…
obviously, you plan should be to give him a good show, on a regular basis, and relish deliberately 'accidentaly' bumping into him, and talking to him, getting your amusement from his reaction. and, you know, if you like him enough, you could tease him as far as you pleased.
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