DISCLAIMER: No, this story is not real. Hell, it might not even sound realistic. The people are real (although the names have been changed), but that's about it. I'm not big on build-up or character development, so if that's what you're looking for, prepare to be disappointed. I hope you enjoy it, but if you don't I probably won't lose any sleep over it...
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I was sitting at home alone one night when I got a phone call from a friend of mine. As we chatted, I wandered throughout the upper floor of my townhouse from one room to the next. As I stood in one of the spare bedrooms, I looked down into the living room of the people who lived in the unit across from mine. It was dark out and, although their blinds were closed, they were tilted up so that anyone in an elevated position such as mine could see clearly into the room.
The neighbours, David and Hayley, were a newly married couple, probably around 30 years of age. David was a relatively attractive guy that seemed to keep himself in good shape. Hayley was a stunning beauty with an amazing body. She had long, dark hair and a curvy yet small frame. I had only met Hayley once or twice, but I had fantasized about her regularly.
I looked down into their living room, seeing them sitting on the couch in front of the fire, each of them with a glass of wine in their hand. The light in the room I was in was off, so it was highly unlikely that they would see me. As I finished my phone conversation, I saw David and Hayley lean towards each other and begin to kiss. I hung up the phone and stood at the edge of the window, peering into my neighbours' home in the hopes that I would be treated to a bit of a show.