He walked out of the shower and grabbed his favorite fluffy blue towel. Even in humidity like this it didn't seem to dry him well enough. He still loved the look of this master bathroom and thought about incorporating some of the ideas into his own master bath when he built his dream home. He loved the walk-in shower big enough for two that was separate from the over-sized whirlpool tub. He loved the huge picture window that let in so much sunlight it was almost like a natural sauna. When he built his house he would have a similar picture window in his bath, but the view would be much better...over looking the mountains...not looking into his neighbor's yard. He looked out his picture window at that moment and instead of seeing the neighbor's yard below, he was looking into his neighbor's master bath...into a picture window identical to his own. And the view was not so bad after all....
His neighbor was stepping out of her own shower and right into his line of sight. Damn it to hell. He was instantly hard. She was a very attractive woman and he couldn't help but to watch her go about her morning routine as if nothing was out of the ordinary...as if she wasn't standing buck-naked in front of a huge picture window where God and everyone and he could see her...in all her glory. And she was glorious.
She was squeezing the water out of her long, strawberry-blonde hair with a towel. It looked darker when wet, almost auburn. Her lovely, firm breasts were still glistening with moisture before she took the towel and rubbed them dry. He wondered if the rough fabric made her nipples stand out. It appeared so, as he stood out too. As she took the towel and rubbed her arms and legs dry and then rubbed the soft place between her thighs. He was entranced. Her long legs seemed to go on forever and at the juncture of them he could see the tiny curls that confirmed her hair color was natural.
She dropped the towel to the floor and reached over to the vanity sink where she picked up a bottle...no a tube...oh Lordy, a tube of lotion. She was going to rub lotion on herself, all over herself, while he stood there helpless. God help him, he couldn't turn away. She squeezed a small amount into her hands, rubbed them lightly together and started at her left heel. She rubbed the lotion in almost sensuously. She ran her long fingers up her left leg and repeated the same for her right. Just how soft were those legs? They looked like silk and he could tell, even from this distance of fifty feet, that the lotion she used had shimmering crystals in it. She squeezed more of the lotion into her hands and then applied it to her flat stomach and full breasts. She's going to need help with her back, he thought. But when she reached up and stretched her arms behind her back, her breasts seem to swell even larger and his hands ached to touch them. She didn't need any help getting the lotion to her back. She was quite the contortionist at the moment and his ache grew even more. He'd never been this hard for anyone...ever.
Suddenly she was looking at him. She was looking straight through the window and right at his protruding member. She lifted her eyebrows and a smile, very nearly like a smirk, graced her lips.
