I lucked out not only in that her window was at about eye level but also because it was open about six inches, so the blinds weren't all the way down. Glancing in, I saw Miss Plainwell still dressed but for her running shoes, with a small towel around her neck and a water bottle in her hand. I guessed that taking the time to ditch her shoes and grab the towel and water had delayed her enough so that I'd arrived at the perfect time. As she bent down to peel off her socks, I realized that I was right. She set the water down on her nightstand and wiped her face one more time before dropping the towel with her socks. I was already nearly erect when she reached for the bottom of her tank-top, which I realized was also a sports bra as she pulled it up to reveal nothing but her small, perky tits beneath it. My eyes were locked on her hard nipples and small areolas as she dropped her top but followed her hands as she started to push down the waistband of her spandex shorts.
I didn't quite have a full frontal as she pushed her shorts and panties down together, but got a nice view of her trim, light brown bush, which had me fully rigid and prepared to stroke my cock. Before I whipped it out, though, she gathered up her clothes and headed into the adjoining bathroom, giving me a nice look at her tight, muscular ass. I heard the shower come on and realized that I was probably going to miss out on seeing her toweling off if I couldn't see into the bathroom window, so I looked around and discovered that it was smaller and higher up than the bedroom window. Glancing around, I could see a couple of chairs on her patio, so I quickly grabbed one and set it beneath the bathroom window, making a mental note not only to return it, but also to make sure I hadn't left footprints on it. This window, also, was open a few inches as were the blinds, so I could see basically the entire bathroom. I waited patiently as Miss Plainwell showered, my erection diminishing but not going away entirely.
When the shower finally turned off, I watched intently as the curtain was drawn aside and there Miss Plainwell stood once again, fully naked before my appreciative eyes. My cock grew hard again as she ran a towel over her entire body, spreading her legs to towel between them and brushing the towel over her hard nipples. I was already stroking my cock by the time she wrapped the towel around her head and stepped out of the tub onto the bath mat. There was a full-length mirror near the door, which she checked herself out in from the front and rear, giving me nice views of both sides. I was very close to blowing a load on the side of her house when she pumped a bunch of lotion into her hands and started to slather it over her naked body. As she caressed her tits and ass while rubbing the lotion in, I was done for and started to shoot my load.
Even after I was spent, I continued to watch her, my softening dick in my hand, as she finished with the lotion, dried her short, light brown hair and headed back into her bedroom. I followed her back to the other window and, although I'd have loved it if she'd pulled out a vibrator, my head might have actually exploded if she did. That's not to say that I never ended up learning where she kept her toy hidden and how she liked to use it on subsequent nocturnal visits. Once she'd pulled a long t-shirt and a pair of panties on, grabbed her water bottle and left the room, I figured it was in my best interest to eliminate any evidence of my presence and make myself scarce before she sent Mario outside. By the time I was home, locked alone in my bedroom and replaying what I'd seen over and over, my cock was rigid again, so I stroked off once more.
As I lay in bed that night, thinking again about Miss Plainwell and wondering about the potential for catching another viewing, it occurred to me that women all over town would be undressing at some point every single night. I started to contemplate not only about seeing Miss Plainwell again, but about the possibility of seeing a few more naked females through their respective windows. I didn't manage to formulate much of a plan before falling asleep, but the next morning I started to think about who I wanted to see and where they lived. I spent part of the day doing some reconnaissance on my bike under the guise of just cruising around town. I figured it'd be safer and easier and probably less conspicuous on my bike than it would be driving around. I stopped and said hello to Mrs. Gumbo, who was out working in her garden, and clearly was not wearing a bra under her tank-top. It took everything in me not to stare at her cleavage but, having seen her previously in her swimsuit while playing with her son, Pasquale, she was definitely on my list. Mrs. Forth was another MILF who'd made my list, mainly because she was kind of cute and had a nice rack. It was a chance encounter as I passed through the swimming pool parking lot, however, that determined the top candidate on my peeping wish list.
