My obese neighbor (part 1 of 6)
After my wife passed away (my name is Rick, I'm around 50 years old and lived with my wife for 30 of them), I moved to a smaller house, a two-story house, on a quiet street, I soon noticed my neighbors in the house opposite. The street where I moved is relatively narrow, and my bedroom window is practically opposite their bedroom window, on the other side of the street. The neighbors are mother and daughter, and they live alone. The mother's name is Ana and she is around 50 years old and the daughter, who is called Millie, single, is around 30 years old. They are both very obese and dye their hair blonde, which is noticeable by the color of their hair roots.
The daughter was the first to catch my attention: extremely wide hips, curves and medium breasts, long hair, glasses, later I discovered that both she and her mother were extremely myopic. The house where I went to live hadn't had a single resident for several years, so the neighbors weren't used to having a neighbor right in front of them. This explains the certain, let's say, carelessness they had when they stayed at home, when they were upstairs, leaving the window open almost constantly. Since most of the houses around were single-story or didn't have windows facing directly into theirs, I believe they were never concerned about privacy. The first time I saw something was the daughter, who was getting dressed, had just put on her pants and was already finishing buttoning her blouse. I regret not watching it sooner.
My first contact with my neighbors was with Ana. I introduced myself and we had a quick conversation. The mother was very friendly and made herself available if I needed anything during my recent move. A few days later, I introduced myself to the daughter, who was returning from the bakery with her mother. The daughter was also very friendly, but she was extremely shy and avoided looking directly at me. I began to learn the times I could watch out the window. The mother stayed at home all day and, if the weather was good, she left the window permanently open. I always get home from work before Millie, by about an hour. The first time I saw something interesting was when the daughter came back to her room after taking a shower, drying her head. She had already put on a black bra and panties (large), and a black bra, a smaller size. Her skin was very white and I watched her dry her hair with a towel. After drying off, she put on pajama pants and a t-shirt and left the room. This bath time was daily, and I already knew the exact time she would enter the room. She rarely arrived in the room wearing a bra and panties, usually she arrived already dressed, in pajamas. Of course, at that time I had already bought cheap binoculars to observe them better. The equipment is not of high quality, but it serves the purpose well. One day she came in without a bra, I remember it well. She was only wearing skin-colored panties and must have forgotten her bra in the room. Her breasts were well formed, heavy, very white. The dark and large nipples, slightly turned downwards. The vision was short-lived as she quickly dressed. That day she immediately put on her t-shirt, without a bra.
