Finsbury Park was a grubby part of North London, street upon street, of Victorian-era terrace houses, mostly, three or four floors high. Many, if not most, had been split into one or two-room flats and a lot of those were quite illegal, in-so-far-as, they failed to meet the regulations required of landlords. But people were desperate for accommodation, consequently very few dared to complain.
I was lucky, part of the road that I lived in had been demolished and a couple of small blocks of flats built. My block was only three floors high and comprised of six flats. It had been built in the seventies and had been well maintained, it was quite grand compared to most around me.
The front view was okay, nothing special, but not too drab. The back, however, was another story. My own block's garages were immediately behind and beyond that was the rear gardens of the houses in the next road. I use the word 'gardens' very loosely. Ninety percent of them were overgrown rubbish tips, most looking like they had been like that for very many years. The backs of the houses were just a mess of higgledy-piggledy drain pipes in all sorts of colours. Windows of many varying shapes and sizes, some boarded over, some with dirty curtains, many with none. The odd one, here and there, with nice curtains and maybe a small window box with flowers.
One evening, I looked out of my living room back window, checking a noise at the garages, there was nothing to worry about though, just some guy locking up. My eyes went to the houses opposite, what a bloody mess, I thought. It was getting dark and lights were blinking on, one particularly bright, drew my attention. The room had no curtains, it appeared to be a mixture of kitchen, dining and living room all squeezed into one.
But what had caught my attention was when I saw a tall black woman walking across the room to a sink. I don't know why but I stopped to watch, she turned on the tap and I saw her testing the running water with her hand before she began to strip. I shouldn't be looking at this was my first thought and I was about to turn away but then something held me there. I think it was her figure, even at this distance it looked to be quite striking. The thought of fetching my binoculars crossed my mind, but almost immediately, I dismissed it, I wasn't a voyeur.
I saw her start to wash herself, her breasts were very evident, I wanted to see them closer. The urge for the binoculars grew stronger, with a shake of my head, I went and got them. Her body came clearer into view as I focused, I caught my breath, she was totally stunning. My earlier impression had been right, her breasts were magnificent, especially the way they thrust out in front of her. I guessed her to be somewhere in her mid-twenties and extremely pretty.
She now had the flannel at her breasts, I watched as she lifted one higher to wash underneath, followed by the other. I knew I should stop what I was doing, it felt completely wrong and alien to my nature, but I was transfixed by her beauty.
She had now bent her knees with her legs splayed apart and was washing her pussy, it looked as sexy as hell. I felt a tingle between my legs, God! I was getting turned on just watching her. I let one hand drop down to my front and pressed at my crotch, for a moment I only squeezed my hand against my pussy, but then I was rubbing myself. I had trouble holding the binoculars steady with only one hand, I kept losing her. I pulled an armchair towards me so I could straddle the arm of the chair. Now I could use two hands to hold the binoculars and rest my elbows on the window sill.
She was reaching behind herself and she bent forwards as she washed her ass. Without any conscious thought, I was grinding my pussy hard down on the arm of the chair. I pushed my hips further back, my clit now rubbing along the arm as I humped faster and faster. Shit! I gasped as I began to climax, the chair banging against the wall as I fucked it. The orgasm ripped at my body, so intense from my heightened arousal.
I was lucky with my timing, I finished cumming exactly as she finished washing, although I still humped at the chair as I watched her dry herself.
I watched while she dressed before she turned to leave the room.
I collapsed into the chair, reflecting on what I had seen and what I had just done. I felt dirty and disgusted with myself. I had to admit though, that it had been the best climax I had experienced for ages and I could see the large wet patch at the front of my jeans.
The following evening and also the one after, I found myself constantly looking across at the room but saw no sign of her, it left me feeling a bit down.
On the next day, I came back from taking a shower, just in time to see her getting dressed, then she was rinsing the sink. Bugger! I had missed the show. A feeling of desperate disappointment flooded over me, I was totally shocked at my reaction.
Two days later, I was shopping down the Holloway Road, when I passed a well know photographic shop. I stopped in my tracks, there in the window was a large telescope, a bit expensive but affordable, it was just what I wanted.
The salesman was soon eager to help. "What did I intend using it for?" He asked, but seeing my confusion he went on, "what I mean is, do you intend on studying the stars, or perhaps bird watching, it makes a lot of difference to which type of telescope you need."
I hadn't anticipated the question, to me a telescope was just that, a telescope! I knew I was blushing as my thoughts raced, bird watching he had said, how right he was, a gorgeous blackbird! I hoped he thought my blush was just down to my simple embarrassment at my lack of knowledge.
"Oh no, I'm not interested in the stars, just, well, sort of close range scenery and things," I said a bit lamely.
He wasn't in the slightest bit phased though, he seemed completely satisfied with my explanation. He went over to a shelf, selected a box before unpacking a completely different model. "This should suit your needs," as he set it up on a tripod, then he said, "why don't you point it out the window, see what you think."
He showed me how to focus and then I was astounded when the shops opposite suddenly appeared to be only feet away. "Wow! I thought I would be able to see everything in fine detail with this beauty." I could feel myself getting wet with anticipation.
The price was nowhere near as bad as I expected, so very shortly, I had paid and was on my way, rushing home to get my new toy set up.
I kept it low, just over the window sill so as not to be too obvious. Then I looked across the gardens and focused. My God! I was in her room, or so it seemed, I could actually read the larger writing on a packet of cereals sitting next to her sink.
That evening I was crushed, there'd been no sign of her.
But the following day, there she was. She wandered about, tidying as she went. I watched her as she microwaved a ready meal, eating it together with a bottle of wine, it was a Lambrusco, not really my cup of tea, but okay.
Then she was running water at the sink, I saw her testing the water before she fetched a towel, here we go I thought and felt myself tingling with excitement.
I had already rearranged my furniture a little, the armchair better positioned for me. I had spread one of my silky nighties on the arm to make it softer for my pussy in anticipation of a nice sexy show.
She was undressing, as my skirt dropped to the floor, I didn't have any panties on, I was ready and eagerly waiting for whatever she might have to offer.
It was a repeat performance of the previous occasion, except for one big difference, this time, I could see everything in close-up detail.
