He had been watching her for some time, from the upstairs window of his flat. She had paraded time after time in front of the full length window of her apartment in various states of undress. Although these voyeuristic experiences had been many and varied the most memorable for him was when after a bath she let her black towel slip from where it was joined over her chest, unveiling her smooth ivory skin glistening with water. Perspiring with excitement he had caught sight of her gorgeously rounded even whiter peach-like bum cheeks. She never pulled the curtains and rarely let him down, there was always something, however fleeting, that was on display, seemingly just for him.
He could not say with any degree of certainty that she knew that his eyes were on her, that she even knew of his presence: bizarre that someone who brought him so much pleasure did not even know that he existed. Although certain clues had led him to believe that she knew he was there, with pupils dilated and moist lips devoted to the pleasure of watching her dress or undress, parade around, comb her long golden hair or apply her make up. Sometimes she would return late at night and arrogantly or even aggressively rip her clothes off in front of him, not knowing of the effect she was having on someone so close, and yet so far away.
She clearly lived with a man, he had seen him a few times, but this man didn’t seem to be around very much, and the conclusion that Chas came to was that he was either unaware or approving of her activities. He liked to think it was the former that she was expressing independence from this boyfriend or partner or whatever he was, that she longed to be possessed by her unknown peeping neighbour, to have his eyes all over her. However there was no way to know if this was just wishful thinking and not wanting to be caught if this was the case he had concocted strategically placed mirrors, so that there were several positions that he could sit in order to catch the show. He sometimes wondered whether the show was for just for her own benefit, for his too or even for any or all spectators that there happened to be in the neighbourhood.
One morning he was taken quite by surprise when waking up late after a heavy Friday night, dressing gown not yet done up, he went to pull up the blind and open the window to let the bad air of the previous night out. Her eyes caught his for just a slither of a second before they seemed to travel down his torso towards his muscular legs not moving beyond his flaccid, but none the less impressive, cock. Not wishing to disturb this serene moment but also wanting his action of standing there on full display to look credible, he pretended to fumble with the window latch trying to watch her out of the corner of his eye. As he glanced more properly she seemed to sneer and turn away. He was glad however that he continued to observe because now with her back to him, she released the towel from her slim, lithe body, once again revealing her perfect bum and this time something new; the perfect arc shape that separated her thighs, something that for him was an instant turn on. He had barely had time to focus on this splendid sight however before she had once again disappeared from view coming back some minutes later in a sexy little black basque. For the first time he actually had the feeling that this display was purely for him and was glad as well as excited that he had repaid the favour that she had been providing for him ever since he first set eyes on her several weeks previously.
Other things in his life took on minimal significance. Work was something he had always been able to complete with minimal effort and none of the strings of women in his life held more than a passing interest. Usually only when coming out of a pub or a club, head full of alcohol or other such intoxicants did they arouse much interest for him - he considered they all wanted one thing: some fleeting pleasure followed by commitments and hassle. He wasn’t too sure what he wanted in his life, but he sure as hell knew it wasn’t that. Since the emergence of this woman opposite, being at home in the evenings had taken on a new significance. In fact it would be true to say that she had given him a kind of schedule and his going out or rushing back from work depended on her. He had learnt the time she left for work and the time she returned home it varied but on a day to day basis was fairly predictable. She made it abundantly clear when she was leaving as she always slipped on her coat on - an expensive looking red and black skiing jacket.
He knew so much about her without really knowing anything, he knew roughly the time she got up at the weekends: mid to late morning, roughly the times and days she went out in the evening. He knew her body, although observed from quite some way away, and yet, bar the jacket, he could probably not even recognise her. He particularly liked observing her while she was preparing to go out as she would try on a variety of garments including different colours and styles of underwear, bras and stockings and, spookily, she seemed to settle for the items that he considered made her look best. He loved seeing her parade around totally uninhibited in just bra and panties, long hair piled up on her head with her cute glasses on. She looked to him like a highly sexed intellectual princess who spent the majority of her leisure time pampering herself and her body - she was his perfect woman!
All this time on his own had made some of Chas’ friends a bit concerned about him and so they had arranged him a blind date. Very nice too Valice turned out to be and by the end of the evening she had perched herself on his lap wriggling up and down in her tight jeans obviously stimulating her clitoris in the process. However tempted he was at the thought of some good old fashioned instant sex, he had made the decision that it would be in everyone’s best interests if he was to put her off until the following evening as it was now getting late and he was convinced that she would soon be home. And so, with the proposal of dinner at his flat and a quick kiss and the merest suggestion of a fondle, Chas left Valice and his friends for home to plot for the following evening. He had decided that although this voyeuristic pleasure was still very important to him a kind of stalemate had been reached between him and the mysterious girl in the flat opposite. The ‘relationship’, if so it could be called, was going nowhere and something had to be done about it.
Valice looked delicious when she turned up the following evening. She had ditched the tight, bum-hugging jeans of the previous evening, in favour of an elegant dark red dress. They settled down to a Italian meal and a bottle of deep and intoxicating red, and despite the fact that her English was not that good they had an interesting conversation, so interesting in fact that Chas had nearly forgotten all about his dream girl opposite. He quickly went to check what the situation was and just as he did so, the light opposite told him that she had just arrived home. She grabbed the towel that was on the window sill and he saw the light in the room that was obviously the bathroom come on and said silently to himself you’ve got no idea of the show I ‘m going to put on for you tonight’. If she was true to form he knew that he had fifteen to twenty minutes before she would emerge and the show could begin. He had to move fast!
Sensing the mood of his date he came up behind Valice, and taking her long brown hair in his hand swept it over to the other side and began kissing and caressing her neck unzipping the top part of her dress so he could place butterfly kisses down her upper back. Her skin went goosepimply in anticipation; he sensed that his delaying tactic from the previous night would work in his favour. She had detached her right hand from the glass of wine and slid it behind her so that she could grasp his arse through his trousers. Her hand carried on under and up and began to caress his rapidly hardening member. Ordinarily he would have liked to stay where they were and pleasure this beautiful young girls’ body more on the solid oak table but time did not permit. He did however allow himself the thought of what he would do to her. He would get her to mount the table on her knees and strip her piece by piece and then apply whatever he found on the table, perhaps fresh cream might best compliment her soaking labia, perhaps he would run an unripe strawberry up and down her very ripe, very moist lips and then get ready to sample the delights of her dessert. He would progress from lapping her hard clit to lash at her soaking hole and finally his tongue would caress her stretched anal muscles, bringing moans of ecstasy…
