This isn't so much a story as a retelling of an incident that happened to me when I was younger. Back then, I lived with my parents and my older sister in apartment in the city and each summer we would drive out to a small cabin that my uncle owned and stay there for a few weeks.
The cabin was pretty small, though it hosted four bedrooms, a living room and kitchen. Each of the rooms were uncomfortably tiny. Still the size never really bothered us, nor does it play a relevant part in this story.
The bedrooms were situated on top of each other, two were on the ground floor looking out on to the backyard, and the other two were directly above those with a small staircase and landing leading up to them. My parents and sister always stayed in the bottom two rooms while I enjoyed the solitude and privacy of having the top floor, if you can call it that, to myself.
The room I liked to stay in was the first on the landing. It was small and much the same as the others with nothing of any distinction to it. However, a year prior to this story, the shared wall between that room and the other room and been damaged. I don't remember exactly how this happened but almost half of the wall had crumbled away. For whatever reason my uncle had been unable to get it fixed and so as a temporary solution had patched it up with sheets of cardboard. Not the best idea, I know, but that was what he did, and from the uneven placement of the sheets and the numerous strips of duct tape, it looked like he had done it himself.
This new "construction" left sizable holes from which I could peer into the other room, but that didn't really matter considering that room was always left unused when we visited and at the time I hadn't even paid much attention to it.
The year following that, when we went back, the wall still hadn't been fixed and wouldn't get fixed for about another four years. That year my sister had invited one of her friends to come say with us at the cabin. I was really annoyed about this at the beginning...but that feeling passed away quickly. My sister is a few years older than me, and at the time of this story she and her friend must have been around 20-21.
As you might imagine her friend stayed in the bedroom next to mine, on the top floor. Her name was Anna and she was an annoying girl, or at least I thought so. She always spoke down to me or went out of her way ignoring me. I'm pretty sure she thought that just because she used to get high grades since kindergarten that she was smarter and better than everybody else. She had that snobbish and priggish air around her that most over-achievers seem to possess.
Physically speaking, she was an attractive girl, not "sexy", but attractive. She had a pretty face and long brown hair that fell across it; a nice body that wasn't too fat or too thin; and average sized breasts that always managed to fill up her top. Up to that point that was just about all I knew about her body.
The thought of spying on her wasn't something that occurred to me immediately, not even when we were at the cabin and I could hear her unpacking in the next room. It was something that happened quite by chance one evening. I was hunting around my room for something and went to look over by the broken wall. Her room was dark and I didn't even know if she was in the house. But, suddenly, the light came on and I was left with an unmitigated view inside her room.
From where I stood, I could almost see three quarters of her room. I saw as she walked in and went up to the mirror and stood before it checking out her outfit in the glass. Before I could even realize the wonderful situation I had found myself in, she pulled off her top and began hunting through her bag for another. The scene sadly wasn't that exciting, she was wearing a camisole under her top and so really she hadn't undressed at all, but still, it left a lot to look forward to.
I camped out beside that broken wall that night, crouched there in the darkness. I imagined myself a spy or a secret agent waiting for his target, childhood imagination and all that. My
parents were already in their bedroom while Anna and my sister and were downstairs doing something. They all presumed I was asleep.
I didn't have very long to wait, Anna arrived soon enough. I first heard her climb up the stairs and then walk into her room switching the light on. She shut the door behind her. She was still wearing the top I had seen her put on earlier. It was pink and fairly loose, showing the straps of her camisole underneath. She wore it with a pair of black jeans. I watched as she walked around a bit, emptying her pockets and picking out some things from her bag to keep on the shelf below the mirror.
Soon, although it didn't seem so at the time, the moment I had been waiting for arrived. She began to undress. first the top came off and got tossed on the bed, then she began removing the camisole, it was tight, and as she pulled it up it almost felt like she was peeling it off her body. It got stuck around the base of her breasts and needed an extra nudge to get it off. Somehow it's always arousing when women touch their own breasts, even if it's in a mundane way. Underneath she was wearing a navy blue sports bra, and in the yellow lamp light of the room she looked good standing there in just her bra and her jeans.
Her skin looked smooth and pale, I had seen it before obviously, but now there was just so much more of it. My eyes gazed down from her shoulders to her almost flat stomach and down to the rim of her jeans, around which I could just about make out the elastic edges of her panties. Then I went back to stare at her breasts. They looked big, much bigger than they did through her clothes. I could tell her bra was too small, perhaps a full size too small; her breasts looked packed up against her chest and I could see the tops of them trying to spill out from the hemmed edges.
I suppose this is a good a time as any to tell you that I had never seen a woman's body before, not in real life anyway, and that made the experience extremely special. It was odd, within the span of a just a few hours all my dislike and hate for her and turned into attraction. I wanted to see her body, I wanted to know what she looked like, I wanted to touch and feel her. I wanted to be with her.
She took off her jeans then, and stood there in just her undergarments. It was quite a sight, at least for me. Her panties were blue, not the navy blue of her bra but a lighter powder blue, and had some sort of cartoon drawn over the crotch, I couldn't quite make out what it was. However it was interesting to know that she didn't match her underwear, she seemed like the type of super organized person who would.
She stayed like that for a while, in her underwear, as she hunted around for her night clothes. Her bum was small and round, though not perfectly so, and as I watched her stand with her back to me, I had the strongest desire to grab it. I imaged it felt soft and like marshmallow.
It didn't take long for her to find her clothes and once she had them laid out on the bed, she didn't hesitate to take of her bra. She was standing just as she had been a few moments ago, with her back to me and so I didn't get to see her breasts just yet. It was agonizing, I knew what I wanted to see was right there, out in the open, in front of me, and yet I couldn't see it. I kept staring at her back almost naively trying to see through it, I so desperately wanted to see her breasts, after waiting in the dark for so long and watching her undress like this, I felt that I absolutely had to see her breasts!
