She moved into what is probably the only yoga position that I knew the name of, the down dog, with her legs closer to the window giving me a perfect view of her pussy. My cock sprung to attention, she had incredible pussy lips. They were so inviting that I had to pull my cock out, so I stood up quick, undid my trousers and pushed them and my underpants down to my ankles. Sitting back down behind the binoculars I took my cock in hand and started playing with myself, nice and slowly.
She lay down flat on her stomach and moved her legs to either side, she was doing the splits, her legs moved until they formed a straight line at right angles to her body. All I could think of was how much I wanted to slip my cock into that gaping twat while massaging those incredible butt cheeks. My hand moved faster along the length of my cock until I came, some of it landed on the wall below the window, the rest ended up on the floor.
When her evenings yoga was over, I got up to go sort something out for my dinner and I noticed the package again. I took a knife out of the drawer and carefully cut the tape that was keeping it closed, inside the package I found a pair of binoculars, not quite the quality of the ones I had just bought. Was this a gift from her, did she know I was watching, What was I supposed to do with them, send them back? So many questions running through my mind.
The next day I found an envelope outside my door, same as the package, no delivery address, no return address, just my apartment number. I took the envelope in and opened it, in it was a piece of paper with two lines the first was a question "Like what you see?", the second was a statement "Stand up so I can watch" This had to be from her, the binoculars too.
That evening I decided to do what the note said. I masturbated standing up. Standing didn't permit me to look through my binoculars, so I had decided to use the ones from the package so that I had something to jerk off to, not just a memory. This evening she put on a real show which only convinced me more that the note and binoculars had been from her. She started off with the down dog, and when she moved down into the splits on her stomach, she slid her hand under her and started playing with herself. First of all she was just rubbing her finger up and down her slit, then she pushed two fingers into her pussy. After a while of pleasuring herself in this manner, she rolled over onto her back so that she could play with her breasts with the hand not playing with her pussy. My orgasm was far more intense tonight than it had been in a long time, some of my sperm landed on the window whilst the rest went on the wall or the floor.
The next day there was another envelope. On the piece of paper inside there were four words and a number. Thanks, come on over. 1653.
It was not the redheads apartment number.