I hope you enjoy the story.
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For the past three years I had been listening to the weather report on the radio before leaving for work, so the curtains in my apartment were always closed. I was also a man who suffered regularly with migraine headaches, so often, when afflicted with one at home I would sit in the dark.
One morning when I woke up and turned the radio on, I was greeted by silence. My radio was broken, so I went over to the window, opened the curtain to see what sort of morning I was to look forward to. The sky was clear, so I smiled, turned away and went to get ready for work. When I was ready, I walked out the apartment, locked the door and went to get in the elevator that would carry me down the seventeen floors to the ground where I would exit the building and make my way to work.
When I returned from work that evening, I could feel the onset of one of my migraines, so I took my shoes off, sat in my chair with my head down and just waited it out. The light coming in through the curtain which I had forgotten to close bugged me, but not enough for me to get up and close it.
When the migraine finally ran it's course, the day had darkened outside, I stood up, went over to the window with the intention of closing the curtain. Something caught my eye, in the apartment building across the street there was a light on in a room with the curtains open and a woman appeared to be doing yoga naked. The day had not darkened enough for me to get a clear enough view, so I grabbed a dining room chair, pulled it over to the window and waited patiently.
After about 30 minutes, she turned towards the window, giving me a full frontal view. The unmistakable dark patch at the point where her legs met told me she was naked. My cock got really hard, and given it's position, uncomfortable. I stood up, readjusted, and sat back down, never taking my eyes off the woman across the street. I decided then and there that I would have to buy myself a pair of binoculars, the building was 75 yards away, a little too far for clear viewing.
When I returned home at lunch time the next day there was a small package lying outside my door with no delivery address, or return address, there was just a number written on the packaging. My apartment number. I carried the package in, I was cautious and curios. I had decided that I was not going to open it till this evening. I left my apartment earlier than usual, the reason being that I wanted to stop at the pawn shop on the way back to work. I managed to pick up a decent pair of binoculars at a very good price, they even came with a tripod stand. I paid for them and told the store owner that I would pick them up on the way home after work.
