I was currently in the process of a divorce. My job required that I travel a lot, and as such, I had come home quite unexpectedly from a trip out of town. Hoping to pleasantly surprise my wife, I was the one surprised as I walked in and found her in bed with another man. I had moved out shortly after that, and had most recently moved into the new Condominium I had found close to the office I worked in.
It was not a lavish place by any means, certainly affordable for me, especially under the circumstances. However, the grounds were nice, well-maintained, good security...and as I soon discovered, neighbors across the way that made my particular unit selection an added bonus.
At thirty-eight, I looked closer to thirty than to forty. I still had dark brown hair without a hint of grey in it yet, kept in reasonably good shape as I enjoyed running in the morning before heading off to work. I wasn't a workout nut by any means, but stayed healthy enough that I wasn't supporting any kind of a beer-gut either. Years ago, I had had my nose broken, which hadn't been set straight, so it was slightly off angle. Rather than making me look disfigured, or ugly, I'd been told it had instead given me a rather rugged looking appearance in a sexy way, so I'd never bothered with getting it fixed. But there was no real reason to worry about that either. After marrying my wife, all thoughts of other women (well except in the fantasy of my own mind perhaps) were out of the question, as I was...and had remained entirely faithful to her. Even now, we were still talking, but I was yet hesitant to forgive and forget. Sadly enough, this was the second time I had caught her in ten years, and it made me wonder if there had been other times, I wasn't aware of. Like they say, "Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me." Not sure what they say about the third time, but I say it would be, Stupid fucking fool." And I wasn't about to let myself become that.
It was in fact my very first weekend in my new place when things got really interesting. Though it hadn't been my intention to do what I did, circumstances that seemed far beyond my control seemed to dictate what did happen, and why. For one...it had been well over three month's now since I'd had sex with my soon to be ex-wife. Therefore, I was already climbing the walls from that. Sure...simple masturbation seemed a temporary solution, but the emotional stress I had been through had all but killed any kind of libido I used to have, so even that method of gratification seemed like a distant memory. I may not have known it at the time, but I was primed for some excitement, in whatever form it might come to me.
It was late in the afternoon by the time I had finished unpacking what little I had brought with me, putting it away. Most of my new furniture hadn't arrived yet, and wouldn't until Monday or Tuesday, so except for my favorite chair, and 50" flat screen, I didn't have much. Even my bed was nothing more than a blow-up mattress I had purchased to get by on until the following month when finances might permit me that luxury. As it was hot, I decided to walk out onto my cozy little patio, sip on a Corona, and get a bit more familiar with my surroundings and perhaps even a few of my neighbors. Little did I know at the time.
My deck basically had two safety railings that ran around it, decorative, though without any real privacy thrown into their thought when building them perhaps. I did notice that many of the other tenants in this complex had either erected plastic, or even in some cases, wooden screens that gave their deck patios a great deal more privacy.
The neighbor across the way wasn't one of them. Thiers's was just like mine. Two railings, entirely open. Perhaps it was being on the third level, like I was...that the thought of needing additional privacy on their balcony porch didn't seem necessary. Though for the six other units all on this level, we all had a clear view of everyone else's business so it seemed, though there was only one other unit situated next to mine that was open as well. Perhaps they didn't see the need either, a young couple who I met a few days later, introducing themselves as David and Crystal. At the moment however, it was the young woman across the small court that separated our respective units that caught my eye...and me hers as it turned out. Though that too I wasn't to discover for a few days yet.
Like I said, there I was, sipping my beer, enjoying the view, when the view suddenly got a whole lot better. Across the way, movement caught my eye, and I was just in time to see a young dark-haired beauty wearing an emerald green bikini come strolling out. She set down what appeared to be a pitcher of iced-tea next to her on the table, and then spread out a big fluffy looking towel down on the lounge chair she soon climbed into. I looked away, pretending to be interested in something else, not wanting her to suddenly look up and over at me, and find me staring at her. I needn't have worried. By the time I looked back, she had rolled over in her chair, face down now, looking the other way.
I was free to look all I wanted to.
From the quick scrutiny of her I had taken in, she was built like a brick shit house, perfect in every way. Large, but not overly large breasts, long...well rounded legs and thighs, and a nice tight ass that I could now even more clearly see, especially when she nonchalantly reached down and behind herself, actually pulling the bottoms up even tighter into the crack of her ass. Obviously, her intention of tanning them more than they already were. She had a great ass, and I wasn't normally an ass man, more of a boob man, but I found myself thinking about nibbling on that sweet ass of hers as I sat there. And that's of course when I realized I was sporting an erection. Something I hadn't felt now in one hell of a long time.
I had just about collected my wits, and had even congratulated myself on getting rid of my erection without doing anything, when she suddenly reached around herself once again, this time undoing the clasp on her bikini top. I think I got about a two-second look at the side view of her breast as it seemed to appear before she settled back face down into the lounge chair once again. Next thing I know, my once flaccid cock is suddenly hard again. I reached over taking a sip of my beer, only to find I had already drained it, now chastising myself.
"Good hell, what's wrong with me?" I actually said aloud to myself. "A two second view of the side of a bare breast, and I'm horny?" It was time for another beer at the very least. I walked back inside my condo, took another Corona from the fridge, indulged myself with a lime, and walked back out to my balcony. This time acting like it was my first trip out there or something. I didn't even glance across the way at first, scanning the horizon like I was looking for the second coming of Christ, lifting my beer to sip from it, and only then spinning on the balls of my feet, completing the perfectly choreographed performance. As I pulled away from my beer, now looking across the way, I was greeted with an entirely new, totally unexpected little surprise. She had turned over in her chair, now face up...two perfectly formed, beautiful bare breasts sitting there for all the world to see.
Well...me anyway.
The fact that she now had sun-glasses on made me a little nervous. And though the way her head was positioned, laying fully and completely back, I had to wonder if she had any kind of an idea, or could see me standing there gawking at her. I again feigned indifference, looked away, once more scanning the courtyard up-down, side to side, and casually strolled back over towards my own chair. I sat down, likewise hidden behind the covering of my own dark sunglasses which I'd had the forethought to put on before I had come strolling back out again. And now...I really was hard. Sitting there looking without trying to appear that I was. Wondering if she knew I was looking, or simply trying to pretend she didn't know that I was. Either way, she didn't seem to mind, and I was content to look for a bit longer at least, until my beer ran out again anyway, before heading back inside, where this time I'd remain. Leaving her to her privacy in being able to sun-bathe without being peeped on.
I had to laugh. I guess it really was official now. My name was Tom Matthews. So I guess that after all these years, I had finally made it official. I really was a Peeping Tom.
As I promised myself, I finished my second beer and headed back inside, carefully, and even quietly closing the sliding glass doors behind me as I did. I figured with the way the sunlight was sitting, that the glare and reflection pretty much kept my movements now inside the house pretty well concealed. Thus...standing just inside and back a bit, I still had a fairly decent view of my very young, very sexy neighbor, without her being able to see me. And then to my surprise, her sliding glass door opened, and another woman appeared. This one obviously much older, more along my age perhaps, and without a doubt, by the similarities in hair color, shape etc...more than likely the young girl's mother. She too was wearing a swim-suit, a two piece, not exactly a bikini, white in color, with breasts that hinted at being even slightly larger than her daughters. I wondered for a moment if "mom" might chastise her daughter for displaying herself like that, but she seemed to be ok with it, pouring herself an ice-tea from the pitcher, sitting it down, and then spreading out her towel on the adjacent lounge chair. What she did then however, blew me away. She simply reached back around herself, undid the clasp on her swim-top, and removed it. Unlike her daughter however, she stood there for a moment, actually cupping, as though massaging her very exposed breasts before taking her seat, settling back, and only then reaching for her iced tea. Daughter now sat up, moving her chair back into a sitting position. Mom and daughter now sitting side-by-side, bare breasts and all.
