I know you are there. I can feel you. Feel your eyes on my body, watching every move I make. I can always sense when you are watching me, waiting for me, begging me silently. Always.
We've been like this for a long time now. Held in an amber moment for what seems an eternity as you watch, and I show. I've only shown to you, but not everything. I've never shown you everything about me, until tonight.
Tonight I intend to put on the best show you have ever seen. I intend to leave you gasping until you no longer have any choice but to come to me. Come for me. I want to turn your watching into action. I have had enough of this play that never reaches its conclusion, the teasing and the tempting, and then the shutting away. I want more than a watcher.
Did you think I was never aware of you? That you were sitting in your room and I would never notice your gaze straying towards my window? The darkness does not hide everything, and I saw you that first night. It was an accident on both our parts. I know you never meant to see me as I undressed, and I never meant to be seen. That was why I closed the blind so you saw no more. But I felt a thrill.
A strangers gaze raking my body from top to bottom sent a hot wave of arousal through me in a way I should have been ashamed of. But I had seen you the next day on the street, and your blush as you said hello warmed me.
In that moment I wanted you, dreamt of you, desired you. I wanted our bodies pressed together, but part of me paused when I saw you with your girlfriend that weekend. But even as we passed in the shop your eyes drifted towards me, and I saw it then for a moment, desire as strong as my own. I would never harm a relationship, so I waited, and kept my blinds drawn until I knew you were no longer together, and then I waited for you to sit at your window again.
It was weeks before you did so, and then one night I saw you. The light highlighted your pale hair as you walked past, frowning over some paperwork. I sat waiting, casually reading a book in the light of a lamp, watching you from the corner of my eye so you would be unaware of me there. It took some time for you to look out of the window, but almost immediately your gaze crossed the lane to my room. I held back a smile as I turned the page of my book and propped my feet up on the window sill so my knees were raised to you, parting slightly as I relaxed so you saw the jeans stretching over my inner thighs.
I waited for a minute before I casually looked up just in time to see you quickly lower your gaze to the forgotten paperwork in your hand, and the red blush swept over your cheeks. Yes, my watcher had seen what I wanted him to see. And that first night I tempted you.
My book held no interest to me, I wasn't even reading it. I merely turned the pages occasionally so you thought I had forgotten you. When you turned your light out I continued to read, the lamp highlighting me from the side as I widened my feet on the sill. It took time for the moonlight to filter into your room just enough for me to make out your shape as you sat on the end of your bed, your attention held on my window.
I let you sit watching me for half an hour or more before I made a show of closing the book and setting it aside. Then I raised my arms over my head and stretched slowly, arching my back so my breasts pushed against the soft yarn of my jumper. Pushing my chair back, I made a show of leaning forward a little so you caught a glimpse of cleavage before I stood up and set the chair aside. I was unsure how far to take it that night, but I decided it was best not to go too far just in case.
As I walked across the room, I was pulling my jumper up so you caught a flash of my stomach. Then I closed the blind as I turned away. At that moment I thought I saw you lean forward to watch me closer, but I could not be sure in the darkness. I wanted right then to open the blind again and show you everything, I was desperate to do so, to let you take me with your eyes, but I held on, to draw out the experience for us both.
The next night I knew you were waiting for me; the light was turned off in your room and the curtains half drawn to conceal your watch. But I saw you move just behind them, the white of your shirt betraying you. Tonight I would let you see more.
Again I sat reading, teasing you and holding your attention as I stretched my legs out and opened myself up. When I was finally ready for bed I again let you see down the front of my loose top. But this time I did not close the blind as I removed it slowly. Tossing it away, I stood in front of my mirror to brush my hair as I let you look at my breasts held high in the silk bra I wore especially for you.
I knew you would like the way it held my breasts firm and high, pushing them up into well rounded mounds of warm flesh. Did you want to wrap your fingers around them then? Kiss them? Did you know how hard my nipples were for you then? But tonight you would not see that.
I made you wait for a week before I removed the bra, showing you the naked expanse of my back before I turned slightly and let you get a glimpse of my breast as it lay full and firm, the nipple jutting out in a hard peak of arousal. I know you saw it as you leaned forward to the window then, your eyes intense on me as the moonlight highlighted your face. And then I turned my head and looked at you, smiling in recognition for the first time as I drew the blind. You looked shocked right then; shocked that I knew you were watching me.
I was seducing you, slowly and agonisingly erotically. I wanted you with me, no one else. I was not going to let another woman have you now.
On the street next day you met my knowing gaze without wavering. There was a faint smile on your lips as we passed each other without a word. You knew the game we were playing and how it would end, but for now you were enjoying it as much as I was.
That night you were waiting for me, the light on as you moved around your room getting ready to settle. You wanted me to know that you were playing the game with me, that you knew I was watching you as much as you were watching me. Finally you settled on the bed, your back against the headboard as you looked out of your window at me. Then you smiled and turned off the light.
This time I would give you a treat. I remained sat in my chair, my knees raised as I stared out of the window directly at you. I could see your shadow move on the bed as you settled down further. Could I see your arm move across yourself? Were you as aroused as I was? Needing to touch yourself?
Leaning forward a little, I leaned my arms on my raised knees and watched you for a moment so you knew I could see what you were doing. Then I sat up and stripped off my top. This time my bra was a sheer lace, my breasts pushing it out as my nipples peaked. I let my fingers trail over them for a moment for you to see, then I slowly unclasped the front fastening of it and shrugged it off. Dropping it to the floor I cupped my breasts in my hands and raised them a little, my index finger stroking over the swollen buds as I looked to you, offering them to you.
You leaned forward into the light of a small lamp you had left on near the door. I could see you as you stroked your hand over the bulge in your pyjama trousers, your bare feet flexing slowly as you watched me arouse myself for you. I knew you wanted to be with me right now, your hot mouth on my breast as my hand caressed your erection. But not yet.
We spent a long time that night stroking ourselves for the others pleasure, but eventually I closed the blind, ending our time together.
On the street the next day I saw you across the road, you didn't see me then. Your hands were filled with shopping bags, but all I saw was that strong hand of yours stroking yourself through your clothes as you were pleasured by the sight of me. Tonight I wanted to see your cock as I showed you more.
You were late to our tryst. Walking around your house with the phone to your ear as you laughed at the conversation. I was jealous then, but I felt secure that it was not another woman. You had not brought anyone else home for over a month now, since our game began. I waited patiently for you at the window, and eventually you came to me. You didn't make me wait tonight. You turned on that soft lamp, then got onto the bed and waited for me.
I had chosen to dress myself in a silk robe tonight, the material clinging to my body as it warmed through. I saw your eyebrows rise at the change in the game, but I smiled softly as I let the sash trail softly through my fingers as I leaned my chin in my hand and watched you. You frowned then and waved an irritated finger at me, making me laugh softly. Impatient, were you?
I pulled the sash so slowly, the silk sliding effortlessly over itself as the knot unravelled, I laid it over the arm of my chair on both sides, and relaxed so the material slipped a little, exposing more skin. Looking over to you I waited for the next commanding flick of a finger. Your hand was already over your groin, slowly moving as you watched me. With your free hand you waved for me to continue.
Raising a finger to the lapel of the gown, I slipped it under and gradually eased it down my shoulder, exposing naked flesh, and then the band of a bra as it slipped further. Repeating it on the other side, I leaned forward so you could see my breasts pushed up, the nipples peaking out over the silk of the cups as the robe slipped down my arms. Taking the nipples between my fingers, I rolled and squeezed them as I watched you do the same with your cock.
I could see the way it was pushing out the material of your trousers. You must have been so hard for me. How hard could I make you?
Easing the gown further, I let it drape over the chair to expose myself to you fully, my skin shining under the light of the lamp I had carefully place earlier beside me. Then I raised my stockinged feet to the sill but kept my knees together.
