My alarm clock rudely interrupted my slumber at 07:00. After 20 minutes of hitting the snooze button and drifting in and out of consciousness I rolled out of bed, grabbed a towel off the radiator and stumbled across the hallway to the bathroom. Having wrestled my cock, engorged by morning glory, into a suitable position to take a piss without spraying it all over the walls I climbed into the shower and let the hot water get on with the job of rousing me out of my early-morning torpor. My head began to clear as I soaped myself up, my hands lingering longer than strictly necessary around my still semi-erect cock. The sensation of the water on the swollen, exposed head felt nice and I toyed with the idea of having a quick wank. "Fuck it" I thought, I was already running late for uni as it was. It could wait.
I shut off the shower and stepped outside to towel myself off. I wrapped the towel around my waist and made my way back into the hallway, stopping on my way to open the curtains. The window looked out across the back garden which at the time was still shrouded in the semi-darkness of a Scottish winter morning. About 20 yards away a house of a similar design backed onto mine and my gaze was immediately drawn to the window directly opposite. While the rest of that house was in total darkness this room was bathed in light and, with the curtains open, offered me an unfettered view into my neighbours bedroom.
My cock stirred under the towel wrapped around my waist at that thought. A couple of years before we'd been in the same year at school, although we moved in different social circles. I was never smart enough to be considered a geek but I was also too conscientious to ever be one of the cool kids. I just kinda drifted through school more or less ignored outwith my small band of friends, which suited me to be honest. She, on the other hand, was trouble from day one (what's known as a "ned" in these parts). Constantly in detention or suspended (when she deigned to show up) and always going out with whoever was the hardest guy in the year above at the time. Outside of school she wore the typical ned uniform of the time, a God-awful tracksuit, socks pulled up over the bottoms or garish denims and a shapeless jumper. But she was undeniably attractive underneath all that. Many a class was spent admiring her slender waist and long legs, wondering what lay beneath that tight white blouse. Why I'd never considered that I could probably find out just by looking out the back window I really don't know.
But here I was, 19 years old now and possibly about to put that right. Nothing ventured, nothing gained, right? I carefully drew the curtains, concealing myself from view but leaving just enough of a gap to peer through. After what seemed like an eternity there was movement from the right hand side of the window as she moved across the room clad only in a red towel wrapped tight around her body. Another towel was wrapped around her head, holding her wet hair in place. So she was just out of the shower - this could be my lucky day after all! I let my towel fall to the floor and wrapped my hand around my now fully erect penis in anticipation. But just as quickly as she appeared, she hove out of view on the other side of the room. Shit! Luckily she reappeared a few seconds later with a hairdryer and small mirror, placing both items on what appeared to be a small table, just beneath the level of the windowsill, on the right-hand side of the room. She turned her back to the window and unravelled the towel around her head, shaking out her long, jet black hair. The towel concealing her body from my sight stayed firmly wrapped around her for now but my hand started moving slowly up and down my shaft, almost involuntarily as I anticipated it's imminent removal.
To my frustration she immediately sat down at the table with the mirror. All I could see of her now was her head and shoulders. Even from this distance I could see she was far prettier than I remembered but I could hardly wank myself off to a pretty face could I? I was all for giving up yet I couldn't bring myself to accept defeat just yet and I'm glad I didn't. She ducked from view to plug the hairdryer into the socket, reappeared and brushed her wet hair out of her eyes. Then, in what seemed like slow motion to me in my heightened state of arousal, loosened the remaining towel and in one fluid movement tossed it across the room. My view remained unchanged but now I knew she was sitting there stark naked and it was only a matter of time until my patience was rewarded. I had butterflies in my stomach at the thought.
