He waited in the dark.
This had been his routine for several weeks now, the long drive, waiting by the window until the light comes on. She was no stranger to him. They had met through friends and he had been in love ever since. But she was way to good for him and he knew it. Many times he dreamed about asking her out but never got the nerve. Then one night he followed her home and he watched her house from across the road and wondered what she was doing. And as he thought about what her life was like hidden behind the wall, the light came on in the bedroom. It attracted him like a moth to a flame, he knew it was wrong but he couldn't help it. So started the ritual, two sometimes three times a night. Watching as she prepares her self for the night. Mesmerized as she undressed, revealing her beautiful form. She was 39 but still gorgeous in his eyes. With large breasts that seemed to beg for his tongue. And while he so loved to watch her nightly preparations for slumber, what he longed for was the nights when she choose to pleasure herself.
Twice before he had witnessed it. She would lay across her bed, legs open wide, showing him the perfect view of her wide open pussy. With a vibrator circling her nipples and a huge dildo in her cunt, she would work herself up into a writhing, quake of an orgasm. But she was never satisfied with just one, this sexual beast could only be satisfied with 3 or 4 such eruptions. Unwilling to tear himself away even for a second, his cum would exploded on the wall outside her window. He smiled as he wondered if she noticed the stains on the wall outside her windows, if she touched it trying to determine the source. If she smelt her fingers to try to determine its odor. Once, he even tried the window, not sure if he found it unlocked if he would actually be brave enough to try to enter the room and enter her. But as luck would have it the, the window was secure.