For five nights now he had been watching her from his apartment across the street.
The first night had been an accident; his telescope had been aimed towards the stars when he saw a light come on in her apartment. He lowered the telescope and saw her entering her bedroom.
She was dressed so business-like; dark pinstriped jacket and skirt, white blouse, her hair pinned back in a bun.
She released her hair first, shaking her head as she did so. Long auburn locks fell down to her shoulders. She slipped off the jacket and hung it up. She unzipped her skirt and slowly slid it down her hips revealing the conservative white cotton panties she wore. She picked the skirt up off the floor and hung it up in the closet beside the jacket. She slowly unbuttoned the blouse and slid it down off her shoulders removing one arm then the other. She turned around and faced him as she walked towards the hamper and placed the blouse in it.
He had no idea at what point he had become aroused by her. Was it when her hair fell down to her shoulders? Was it when she removed her skirt and revealed her plump buttocks covered by her panties? Or was it when she turned to face him and he saw the mounds of her breasts rise up above her bra? Or maybe it was just how erotic it was to be watching a stranger who was unaware she was being watched. All he knew was that his hardness had become very uncomfortable pressing against his jeans. He wanted to stand up and remove them but was afraid of what he might miss across the street. Instead he unbuttoned them and carefully unzipped. He pulled out his member and sighed in relief, never taking his eye off her.
She reached behind and unclasped her bra. She folded it neatly and placed it on the dresser. He chuckled at how meticulous she was. He wondered what she would be like when she let loose, if she ever let loose. She placed her hands inside the waistband of her panties, running her hands down over her ample hips and outer thighs as she slid them off, leaning over to pick them up off the floor.
He gasped at the sight of her bent over, exposing her fleshy buttocks to him. Unconsciously he touched his hardness and the wetness on the head surprised him. Slowly he began to stroke, feeling his member getting harder, thicker.
She turned around again and walked towards the hamper with her panties in hand. He focused in on her feminine place; neatly trimmed yet with hair, as a woman should be. She stood in front of the window for a minute as if she knew he was watching and wanted him to see all of her; her ample bosom, her rounded belly, her wide hips, her fleshy thighs, her hairy mound. For a minute he feared she might close the blind and his breath caught in his throat, but she didn't. She turned around and picked up the robe that was lying neatly on the foot of the bed, slipped it on and left the room.
He sat there for a minute and imagined what it would be like to bury his hardness in her warmth and wetness. He wanted to bend her over, take her from behind. He could feel his cock sliding in and out of her, faster, harder, rubbing against that beautiful ass. His hands touching those beautiful breasts as they bounced up and down. He wondered if her nipples were sensitive. He moaned loudly and came with those thoughts. He sat there for a minute, spent from the mental and physical activity she had just put him through. He needed to clean up but was afraid he would miss seeing her take the robe off. When logical thought returned to him, he figured she was probably going to go and make something to eat, maybe watch some television. He would give himself an hour to clean up and have supper and then he knew he would continue his vigil.
She shut the light in the bedroom and walked down the hall to the kitchen. She looked over her shoulder and peered back into the darkness of her room. She could have sworn someone had been watching her. She shook her head and laughed at her own silliness. She lived on the 12th floor of the high rise apartment building. Who would be able to see her up here and who would want to make that effort? She knew she wasn't a beauty, not the Barbie Doll most men of her acquaintances seemed to be attracted to. But she was comfortable with herself and, as her mother told her, her "Mr. Right" was just around the corner.
She opened the fridge door and looked inside. She reached for the container with the leftover chicken chow mien and placed it in the microwave. She looked over her shoulder again; still not able to shake the feeling she had had in the bedroom.
She took the warmed food and went to sit in the living room and hungrily devoured it while watching a movie she had seen a dozen times before. When it ended she went into the kitchen and washed the container and fork, placing them on the rack to dry. She wouldn't have dreamed of leaving them in the sink. She liked routine and order in her life. Her friends continually suggested she let loose once in a while but she just smiled at them, agreed with them and then continued to do what she always did.
She turned off the light in the kitchen and headed towards the bathroom. First she brushed her teeth then washed her face; her nightly routine. She smiled at herself in the mirror and said out loud, "You are beautiful and sexy and a worthwhile person." She laughed at herself and her belief in positive thinking, turned out the light and went into the bedroom.
He saw the light come on and quickly positioned the telescope on her window. She had taken longer then he expected and he had been afraid he had missed her. Unconsciously, a sigh of relief escaped his lips as he saw her enter the room. He thought how beautiful she was and he wondered if she knew that.
She untied her robe and slipped it off, returning it to its place at the foot of the bed. He watched her walk over to the chest of drawers and pull out what appeared to be a long tee shirt. As she slipped it over her head he watched her hands glide over her breasts, her tummy and her womanly place. God how he wished they were his hands.
She pulled the shirt down and walked over to the nightstand. She turned on the bedside lamp and then walked over to shut the overhead light. Even through the dim light he could see her, her nightshirt barely covering her thighs. She carefully pulled back the covers and climbed into bed. She reached over to the nightstand and picked up the pocket book lying there.
He watched her as she read, licked her finger when she turned the pages, smiling at different parts. He thought she had a beautiful smile. He saw her look towards the window once and it startled him. No way could she know he was there, but he wondered if she felt his presence. She closed the book and placed it on the nightstand. Sadness enveloped him as he waited for her to close the light but instead she moved her hands under the covers. She pushed them back slightly as she touched her breasts with her left hand. He opened his eyes wide and his breath caught in his throat as the realization hit that she was pleasuring herself. How he wished she would throw the covers off completely but instead he had to rely on his imagination once again as his hand began to stroke his hardness.
She pulled and pinched her nipples, gently at first. She moaned quietly as her hand moved over her breasts. She spread her legs and reached between them with her other hand. She could feel the wetness escaping and was surprised at how aroused she was. She needed to cum so badly. She slipped one finger in then another. She loved the slippery wetness she felt. She rolled her clit between her fingers and the pleasure it created made her squirm and moan louder. She began rubbing harder, faster. She pinched her right nipple hard, as she always did just before she climaxed. She gasped and moaned and screamed and when she lay there after, spent, she couldn't remember cumming that hard before. She looked over at the window again and wondered.
He thought he came even harder this time then earlier that evening. Imagining her touching herself, pleasing herself drove him crazy. As he watched her squirming in her bed he stroked his hard cock. Oh God he wanted her.
He sat there for a long time after the light had gone out. He tried to understand what had happened to him tonight. He was a fairly attractive man, tall, muscular, blond hair, and piercing blue eyes. He had never had trouble meeting women or getting his needs filled, but tonight he had been totally satiated by watching and imagining a total stranger from a distance. He wondered what time she got up in the morning and set his alarm for 6 AM. He got into bed and closed his eyes, imagining how she felt, how she tasted, how she sounded and as he slept his dreams were filled with her.
She turned off the alarm and lied in bed for a few minutes. She could smell the coffee perking in the kitchen since she always set the timer the night before. She stretched out her arms and legs then rolled over on her side and looked out the window. Was it possible that someone from across the street was watching her? Not too damn likely, she thought to herself and headed to the shower.
When he awoke in the morning he went directly to his window. He looked across the street through his telescope and saw an empty bed. He had missed her, he thought disappointedly, but then noticed the robe wasn't at the foot of the bed. Thinking she was probably in the shower, he went to the bathroom then went to make coffee.
