I'd split from my boyfriend and went back with mom until I found a place. My parents went different directions a long time ago and her actions told me she liked privacy.
There was a small house for rent in the paper and I called right away. A man answered and said I was second in line before starting to take my information. First he wanted to know the means by which I was able to pay the rent, and my name. I told him my name and that I'd been with a legal firm in town for several years. I said he could call and ask anyone for a reference. He needed my age and the number of people who'd be living there. I told him I was twenty-seven and single. The man paused a few moments.
"Pets?" he asked.
I replied that I didn't keep pets and then asked a few questions of my own.
He wanted to know if I could come by in the morning at nine-thirty. I said yes, and then asked about the other caller who's interested.
"Most people are disappointed when they see how small it is," he explained.
A man who I assumed was the landlord was already looking at me from the front stoop as I pulled to the curb. He stared at my tits as I walked across the lawn before he came down the steps to meet me. I was use to guys looking at my chest with its pleasantly odd appearance, and girls too.
My breasts have a tubular-conical shape often referred to as 'torpedo tits' that grab people's attention. I usually dress to downplay them, but I can't help if people gawk at how I naturally developed. They hold my bra up instead of the other way around, but I wear one for modesty. High up on my chest and unable to sag, they ignore gravity to protrude straight out nearly four inches as once measured by my ex. My puffy nipples have a base the size of a quarter and twice as thick with pencil eraser tips.
The man who was overweight, bald, and about forty kept wiping his forehead with a towel. The sun was beating down and I really started to sweat as he talked and then led me around the outside to point out a few things.
It was summer in the south and I'd expected to go from my air-conditioned car directly into an air-conditioned building of some type, touring a yard never occurred to me. Normally I wore a bra in public, but it was morning and I assumed the house would be taken already. I'd jumped into some cut-offs and tucked-in a colored tee shirt that was now a wet tee shirt in the onset of oppressive humidity.
We walked through the front door and into an icebox. The living room was about a quarter the size of the house, but had a massive air conditioner built into a wall as a substitute for central air. The frigid air blew up to the ceiling where it traveled across the room and came back down on my wet chest.
The once sturdy cotton was already pasted to my tits as if it'd been painted on when my puffy nipples hardened before both of our eyes. I might as well have cut one-inch holes in my shirt for each to stick out. There was nothing I could do except play innocent, as I truly was.
It was surreal to look him in the eyes with friendly confidence as we talked, both of us keenly aware that I was virtually topless. He couldn't help but to steal glances while we carried on a conversation and I was beginning to like it. There was a nervous electric current running through me like being super horny, but more in my mind than between my legs. The shirt and I stretched out over the sink to look through the window for an extended moment, but he shouldn't have been looking in the first place.
The landlord took fifty dollars off the rent when he offered me the place, saying it was worth it knowing I'd be a good tenant. I signed a lease then exchanged a check for a key.
We were talking on the front stoop and getting sweaty again when a car pulled up. "It's rented," yelled the landlord as he waved. He immediately said goodbye then started down the steps, only to stop at the bottom and turn around. "I'll need a key if you change the locks, but most tenants don't," he said, having to look up between my tits to see my face. He went to his car and quickly left.
I moved my car into the driveway that ended at the corner of the house. The neighbor was very close with only about fifteen feet between us. The house sides were like mirror images with both having two windows directly across from each other and all the shades down.
Drenched with sweat worse than before, I just had to see my backyard again. I'd turned around and was returning when I saw a woman looking out one of the windows. She looked at me for a moment and then smiled before pulling the blind back down.
I realized that my shirt was clinging like skin on an orange.
I'd been in my new place for about a week when I got home to see a good-looking guy pounding on the neighbor's door. "Angela, why are you talking to me like this?" he kept shouting while hitting the door with the side of his fist.
A woman came out and shoved a ball of clothes in his arms. "I told you it was casual!" she shouted, along with a few more sharp-edged words. He was walking away when she snapped her head in my direction and made a pretty smile before backing into the house.
"All-right Angela," I said before climbing the three steps to my front stoop.
Once inside I felt like something wasn't right. I keep a neat house, never understanding why some people choose to live in a mess they've made then have to clean it up. My bedroom door was half-closed when I always leave all the doors open to fend off mold. I chalk the doors but the wedge looked like someone had tripped over it. I figured that I must've been in a hurry that morning, but when I was changing I noticed that a drawer was partially open. Again I figured that I was in a hurry, but I couldn't help thinking that once was an accident and twice was not.
Later in the evening, I'd just got into the shower when I heard a thump against the wall outside under the window. I froze for a minute, and then thought it must be a wild animal living under the house. The bottom of the vinyl curtain hung below the windowsill, but the plastic material didn't sit flat. There were waves that would allow someone to see in but the view would be very limited.
My libido instantly went to twelve on a scale of one to ten as a surge went through my bloodstream. I hadn't forgotten the erotic high when I'd inadvertently presented my cotton-clad breasts to the landlord.
The innocence of privacy in my own home liberated me and I let myself be swept away. I started to slide a soapy hand up and down the thigh under the curtain and tried to imagine what a peeper might see. Then I turned my sexy pear-shaped ass to the window and slid both of my soapy hands over my cheeks a few times. My mind flooded with images of my body stretched out over the sink and what my tits must have looked like, then I slid my fingers between my legs. A peeper couldn't see my fingers working my clit, but would've guessed what I was doing by watching my ass flex and bob on top of bowed legs.
I reasoned that the landlord had left quickly so he could jerk-off on the way home with my tits in mind. I imagined him stroking a big hard dick sticking out his fly until he shot sticky globs of cum all over his shirt. Like flipping channels, a vision of Angela focusing on my thin-coated tits from her window filled my mind. I started to feel my own breasts and pushed myself over the top. My pent-up frustrations of the last few months were released with a restrained scream that took a minute to recover from. I don't touch myself too often but knew I'd be doing it a lot more. Feeling a little ashamed, I finished my shower thinking how I really needed to get laid.
The square house was divided into four rooms with a small bathroom, all accessed by a good-sized square central hall. With the bathroom being so small I'd dry off in the hall where the steam dissipated into the conditioned air.
I noticed that the side door window across the kitchen must provide and excellent view. Never meant to stop a voyeur, the shear flowered curtain didn't fully cover the glass. I was simply standing in the middle of my home with curtains on the windows, but stark naked. I toweled my hair with hands above my head lifting my breasts higher than normal while I fantasized that someone could be watching, again an innocent exhibitionist. My nipples got hard as I basked in the eroticism of being so totally exposed while simply drying-off after a shower. I was about to start getting myself off right where I stood when I regained my senses and stepped into the bedroom.
I'd leave the window open since the air-conditioner wasn't effective on this side of the house. Nobody had an angle to see in with the houses so close together so I'd walk around nude to air dry before bed. Angela's shades were always drawn and I didn't care if she saw me with my tits out anyway.
After ten minutes I went to close the window and noticed that her shade must be up. I could see ambient light through a door at the back of the room and became very much more aware of being totally naked. The spark instantly returned as I reached up for the blind and paused, savoring the moment while fully stretched-out.
I knew it was all in my mind, but the possibility of having my naked body sexually looked at by another woman overwhelmed me. I flopped back on the bed where I quickly took care of myself thinking what I must have looked like to her. That was the first time in years that I'd gotten off twice in the same day, let alone the same week, by my own hand. It affirmed my need to get a stiff dick in me.
