These trails through the woods seem to change a little each time I take a walk. The storm coming in makes it darker than it should be at this time. A distant thunder rumbles over. A few sprinkles finding their way through the leaves are dotting my t-shirt. This keeps up, I'll be a hot mess by the time I find my way back to the cabin.
The rain steadily comes down the closer I get to the lane. I can see the neighbor's lights so I'm not too far now. Stumbling up the walk, I noticed the neighbor guy watching out his window. He isn't bad looking for his age, I guess. I don't know too much about him other than what he looks like. We occasionally waved to each other going down the lane. This is the first time I've seen him in the last few weeks.
I fish through my pockets looking for the key. Nonchalantly glancing over my shoulder to see if he's still watching me. Kind of creepy, also kind of flattering.
I go straight upstairs to get changed out of these wet clothes. My bedroom window faces the neighbor's house.
I raised the blinds, "If he's going to watch, I'm going to give him something to look at!"
Immediately, I start pulling my soaked t-shirt over my head. My hair still dripping. Unbuttoning my shorts and shimmying them down off my hips. Standing there in my white lace bra and pink thong, turning to the full-length mirror and checking my shape. I pull my hair back, drying it slowly with the towel. Casually peeking out the window to see if he's still watching. "Of course, he is." I mutter to myself.
With my back to the window, I unhook my bra. "What a perverted old man, watching a woman half his age, undress" ...I laughed, knowing I was about to give him a show worth paying for.
With a little extra sway in my hips and an arch in my back, I made sure he could get a good look at my curves.
"Everyone loves a little side-boob." I giggled and to be honest, I'm getting slightly excited knowing someone is watching me.
