I got home late at night, a Friday, tired, sweaty, and desperate for a bath and a warm bed. Nothing better than the warm waters cleansing the skin, washing the soul.
Invigorating.
I came out of the bath ten years younger, lighter. I spread the moisturizer on my breasts, neck, belly, and face. The sweet smell of the cream mixed with the smell of flowers from the robe I was wearing.
I didn't even tie the robe, went to the kitchen, and prepared some mint tea. The warm taste warmed my mouth and throat. I walked to the balcony, I like to feel free, to imagine that someone is looking at me, amazed or perhaps admiring me. Deep down every woman likes to be observed.
I just didn't expect to be the one admiring a beautiful view. A Greek god! In the building across the street from mine. I had never seen the person, it must have been a new resident. A spotted cat standing in the middle of the room. With the white towel-like skirt, he distractedly squeezed the deodorant in his armpits. The muscles in his arms, his chest puffed out, his nipples dark and small. His belly drawn. Divine.
I hid my face behind the cup, a laugh of one who knows he is doing something forbidden, admiring the view of a beautiful male. I felt my breath getting short, my breasts getting full, my nipples hardening. The inattentive male displays himself across the street like a living statue.
I turned off the light and that's when I became suspicious. I saw a furtive glance from the stranger, an instant. My intuition made me suspect that he was showing off to me. I thought about leaving, but the most I could do was to draw my silhouette in the light that remained on in the room behind me. The cup was still clutched in my fingers hiding my face.
He laughed looking down, left the deodorant on the table, and untied the knot of the towel. The Greek god was slowly getting rid of his skirt. A well-rehearsed striptease. The thick, shapely thighs, the round knees, the beginning of the legs.
