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At First Sight
Walking down the gallery of my new flat I love it even though I have no furniture. It is a beautifully designed building, expensive but I don't care I have a two year lease and I'm going to study and get my degree and then the rest of the money under the terms of my parents divorce and yeah.
The gallery joins the private part of this huge place with the public part if ya like, the kitchen and dining room and so on with the lounge room sort of off the gallery and then the private end the bedrooms and bathroom and so on. Three bedrooms well one is mine of course and one will be a study no idea what I will do with the other one I certainly don't want to share I love my new place all mine.
So I have been to the toilet and now I am going to the kitchen to get a drink of water and then I will have a shower and get dressed and go and get some furniture I don't want to spend another night in a sleeping bag on the floor as nice looking wooden floorboards as it is. Then I realise oops. I haven't drawn the curtains on the gallery windows and they are almost full length and I look out across a space maybe six metres and there you are sitting at a table in your gallery drinking coffee I suppose it is and smoking this makes me want a cigarette and I don't have any. I stop and look across at you and wave.
You are beautiful no more than twenty I would guess I saw you moving in late yesterday afternoon I suppose your furniture is arriving today did you sleep on the floor. Is it ok if I look at you I'm forty seven but I am only looking I do not leer I am admiring your beauty it just as well we are both on the first floor-top one-of this two storey building otherwise anyone above me could see what I can see. You are beautiful. White undies from here I can see them tight on you and a blue singlet thin material aren't you cold my eyes strain for a sign of your nipples but I am too far away I guess. I can see tighter material at the end of your breasts and the white undies high cut you are beautiful. You stop and look over at me I'm sorry but wait you wave at me. I wave back.
You wave back and I am glad I wonder how old you are I am nineteen just a little while ago and I look more closely at you can you be the one I wonder you are not leering I like that if you were I would have run to the kitchen out of your view, then closed the curtains no you look nice from here I turn my back to the window so you can see the way the material of my undies hugs my bum I am tempted to wiggle it at you what if you think I am a slut so fucking what I know I am not only five guys that's not many not nowadays so I don't care if you do think that you will soon see that I am not I give my bum just a little wiggle and turn back around and I am smiling and I wave again.
Why did you do that? I mean it was a beautiful thing to do you have a beautiful arse but why did you wiggle it surely you are not flirting with me no can't be you are teasing me but I don't care you are beautiful and fresh looking. You wave again so I smile and wave back again.