I moved into the condo about a year ago. I loved being close to work and my wife and I loved giving up the commute. The condo was large enough, but what sealed the deal for me were the views both long and short. In the distance the lake, a view not likely to be obscured, it wasn't lakeshore but I love long views. The short view, actually just across the street, provided a veritable cornucopia of delightful sights and indulge in my particular perversion. I like to watch.
Although I'm married, I'm also a watcher - a voyeur. No. I'm not creeping folks, but if you choose to disrobe in front of your window or prance about in your altogether, I'm hoping I catch you and I'll be watching. But, really for me, the disrobing part is not as interesting as just watching folks go about their business.
In the interest of full disclosure, my favourite all time film is Rear Window. Not only is Grace Kelly off-the-hook stunningly gorgeous but the notion of watching folks go about their mundane and occasionally dramatic and exciting lives has always fascinated me. After years of suburban living this was a huge and very welcome change of scenery.
Some evenings when home alone in the winter, I'll turn off the tube, and the lights and position my Eames chair in front of my floor to glass windows and cupping a fine glass of brandy, savour the smells and sights that are revealed.
Most evenings frankly, are drop dead boring. A lot of folks go to black immediately drawing drapes, blinds upon arrival. I've seen some hotties tumble home late evening, tearing and stumbling in the throes of passion with some lucky dude. Then the lights go out. I've also seen the old pasty dude jerking off, eyes glued to his telescope. And you move along.
By in large, it's all just about folks going about their life. Some are showers, some not, others don't seem to care. I try to keep it in perspective, how often does some hot babe drag you into submission immediately upon arrival, demand you fuck her in front of your floor to glass windows. And fuck me, but you better say less that once in a gazillion years!
I'd bought a large telescope that normally was pointed skyward. I'd also bought the hi-res camera setup so that I could record any interesting celestial bodies I discovered on my 50" HD TV should I need to review any black holes and other such discoveries. I'd tossed a few astronomy books about to make the whole set-up seem more legit to guests. Fact is, my true interests was more terrestrial based.
Of course, I have a few go-to views. I nicknamed them Alice, Brandy and Cookie.
Alice never closed her drapes. Never. When I've caught her coming home I noticed she pretty much starts to undress at the door. She has a fantastic body and she is quite happy to prance about in bra and panties pretty much all the time. Sometimes just panties. Nothing truly sexual has happened that I've caught but she is always such a joy to watch.
Brandy. Brandy was not always as adventurous as Alice. Occasionally, I'd see her in yoga attire - she worked out pretty much every morning in her nicely appointed living room. Women's bodies in motion are fantastic to watch. Near as I could tell Brandy lived alone. Typically, her condo was dark in evenings on the weekend. From my casual observations, I suspected she might have been some other lucky significant
Cookie. Full on hard core. Pretty much every weekend there was some poor boy drawn to her spidery lair. Fun to watch when she forgot the lights. Near as I could tell, this woman loved sucking cock. I'm pretty sure the displays were intentional, her eyes were always searching perhaps to catch a glimpse who was watching. Mostly, though, the lights went out as the action heated up, but the foreplay was fun to watch.
Of course, there were a few others and one would never know what show might be revealed on any given night.
............until one night..........
It all started just past sunset last Monday. My wife was away on business and I'd just arrived home from a late business dinner. I'd surveyed the tube; the usual drivel, so I pivoted my ancient Eames recliner and turned my gaze to see what as available in the hood. Usually, I was discreet with my gazing. I'd turn out the lights but this night, I'd already had the lights on and was too lazy to turn them off. Almost as if by faith Brandy's unit suddenly pooped into light. As always, she strode confidently home in her business suit, she dropped a gym bang and her purse by the door. I imagined her a banker, broker or some other biz type. Routine was the same, jacket off, tossed casually on the sofa. Next, she the that thing only women can, her arms she pulled her dress over her head, sorting her hair out with a casual shake. You could tell she this was a ritual where she was slowly peeling of the day and putting the day behind her.
Now she was in all her glory in a delightful pink lace bra and panties ensemble with stay-up stocking. She was, near as I could tell, oblivious to my observations. She kicked her heels off as she made her way to her bedroom. Once there, she casually peeled of her bra, cupping her delightfully perky breasts appreciatively.
Wait!!. Wait! Did she just pull her nipples? FML!
Facing the window, and gazing out, perhaps scanning who was watching, she pushed down her bikini panties mid-thigh revealing a delightfully smooth pouty mons. Now, I moved my telescope in for a closer look. She gazed down, inspecting her perfectly shaved quim, smoothing what was probably already perfectly tongue-test smooth. She picked at some impossibly invisible lint only women can see, but the act, so sensual. I love how women can do that! Next she dragged her middle finger deeply between her lips, my lens caught the subtle bending slightly deeper and bringing her finger to her lips, tested the result. She smirked, satisfied, and then suddenly looked directly in my direction and then looked away.
The panties now dropped to her feet. She stepped out of them, then picked them up, inspected them closely as she moved sensually back to her living room. As she moved between rooms she cupped them in her hand and appeared to inhale their scent, satisfied she tossed them casually aside.
FML! Nearly fell off my chair. What I wouldn't give to smell those! And then, again, very deliberately and more slowly this time, she looked directly in my direction. Smiled shyly, bit her lip then turned away briefly. Turning back, my telescope eye locked directly with hers and she gave me the two finger, one finger - I'm watching you - signal.
