The last of the water circled the shower drain, pulled inevitably into the opening at the bottom. The hot, dry summer evening made using a towel almost unnecessary. Nevertheless, Dean dried his hair and face, then left his bathroom naked, his long, thick penis bouncing off his thighs as we walked to his bedroom.
The afternoon he had spent installing the gate between his and Andrea's properties had been invigorating. He smiled and shook his head with incredulity, barely able to believe what had happened, or what he had done. Andrea had been sunning herself in her small backyard as he worked, her tiny bikini top barely clinging to her breasts.
Dean walked to his desk and picked his phone up, scrolling through the pictures he had taken. There she was: her breasts exposed, the loose strings and cups of her bikini sitting loosely across her tummy. Her nipples poking out obviously in the open air, capping the soft swells of her pale breasts. His engorged cock was in the foreground of the next photo, hanging above her vulnerable body like a flesh baton, pointing at her pretty, serene face.
He felt a thrill as he recalled almost cumming on her as she lay there. He would certainly have been caught if his hot cum had splashed down on her tits and face. How in the world would he have explained that?! But he suspected she knew. That she watched him the whole time, making no objection, no move to indicate that she was awake. "You did handle your tool quite well. I enjoyed watching," she had said. Yes--she must have known.
When he was leaving, she had kissed him, pressing her topless body against his. He had felt the hard nubs of her nipples on his chest. Smelled the tanning oil on her skin. And when she touched his lips with her fingers, he had smelt and tasted her musky, womanly aroma. The same fingers that had been inside her only moments before. Andrea knew exactly what she was doing. It was a tease. And it had worked.
The master bedroom of Dean's house was at the back, with a small balcony. He was pleased when he had discovered that Andrea's bedroom was also at the back of her house, facing him. He fished a clean pair of boxers our of his dresser, put them on, and walked onto his balcony, scanning the back of Andrea's house. It was dusk now, and the light was falling fast. He noticed two windows on Andrea's upper floor were lit: her bedroom, and her bathroom. He couldn't see her in either.
Frowning, he returned to his room and picked his laptop off the desk. He sat in a chair on his patio and opened a browser window.
The first day he had met Andrea he had noticed that she was a member of the same erotic fiction website that he was, and had written her a private message. He had told her that he liked her stories and would like to chat with her some time to exchange ideas, or just have a casual conversation. His profile gave nothing away that might tip her off to the fact that it might be him.
When he logged into his account, he saw to his delight that she had replied to his private message. Hastily clicking into the short message, he read.
'Hey there! Glad you enjoyed my stories. Would love to have a chat sometime. Come and find me...''
Below her message she had given her email address and username where he could reach her on instant messenger. Dean smiled and rubbed his hands together, then logged into his email and im, adding Andrea and writing a quick message. 'Hi sexy, thanks for adding me. Hope we can chat soon.' At the same moment, he saw movement in the corner of his eye. Across the way, a light went out in Andrea's bathroom. He watched intently, then saw her slender form enter her bedroom. She had floor to ceiling windows, like him, but no balcony. Her curtains were wide open, providing a fabulous, unobstructed view of her bed.
Dean set his laptop down and scrambled into his room, turning off his bedroom light and fishing through his closet to find his binoculars. He sat back out on his balcony, put his laptop on the table, and peered through the binoculars into Andrea's room.
She was dressed in a thin white tank top and pink cotton shorts. She strode across her room to the window, looking out. The distance between his place and hers was not far, and even without the binoculars Dean would likely have an excellent view of Andrea's young, lean body. With the help of the binoculars though, he could see the faint bumps of her nipples poking through the thin material of her top, the smooth skin of her thighs, the white trim on her shorts.
She raised her hands to tie her hair back in a ponytail, her firm tummy being briefly exposed. Her eyes looked straight out into the evening. It felt to Dean like she was looking straight at him. He lowered the binoculars and stared back, motionless. After a moment, he waved his hand. No response from Andrea. He waved again. Still nothing. He decided it was probably too dark for her to see him. Was she looking for him? he wondered.
Eventually, Andrea turned and walked to her desk. She picked up her laptop and sat on her bed, reading the screen. She began to type. Dean's computer alerted him to an incoming message.
'Hi there, you around?' it read. What luck! Dean thought. He quickly replied to her.
'Hey! Yeah, just chilling out at home. What are you up to?'
'Same, just relaxing on my bed.'
They chatted for a short while, just casual conversation; what brought them to the adult literature site, about their stories, small facts about each other, physical descriptions--becoming friendly, building a rapport. Soon, the conversation veered to things more sexual.
'I noticed some exhibition/voyeur themes in your stories. That must be a turn-on for you.' Dean wrote.
'Oh definitely. I'm actually a fairly shy person, but the thought of watching and being watched really gets me going.'
'Have you ever done anything like what you write about?' Dean asked.
'Maybe ;)'
'Oooh really? Do tell :)'
'Haha, well... there's this new neighbour that moved in near me. He's singe, and very attractive. I've been showing off a little for him.'
'Naughty girl,' Dean replied, chuckling to himself. He wondered how much she would tell him. After all, he thought, as far as she knows I'm just a random stranger.
'I haven't really done anything like that before. It got me really worked up. In fact, my room faces his, and my curtains are open right now. For all I know he could be watching me right now, lol.'
'Oh my god, what a lucky guy! And what might he see right now, if he was watching?'
Dean felt his cock stir in his boxers, and looked into Andrea's room again. She was smiling, and turned to look in his direction for a moment, before looking back at her computer screen.
'Cheeky! :P Well, he'd see me sitting on my bed, wearing a tank top and short shorts. It's quite warm this evening, no need for too many clothes. And since it's just me in my room, no need for a bra either.'
'Mmmmm, I like that visual,' Dean wrote, then enjoyed the visual first hand. 'I'm getting turned-on just thinking about it.'
'Me too, hee hee'
'Maybe you could give him a little show,' he suggested.
'That's so naughty! Practically the whole neighbourhood would see me!'
'I think that's kinky. Imagine all your neighbours... young men, old men, watching you take your clothes off'
'Omg... '
'What? Doesn't that turn you on?'
'Yeah, of course it does. I've just never actually done something like that.'
'There's a first time for everything, darling ;)'
'Haha Ok, what would you have me do?'
'Oooh, I get to command you? Hmmm... why don't you stand up and turn around. Start by showing off your ass.' Dean's excitement grew. Was she actually going to do it?
