A little while back a young couple moved into the house next to mine. Being a typical neighbour I exchanged greetings with them the first time I saw them and then promptly forgot all about them. I did remember their names, though, Erica and Dan.
A few days later I'd been out getting the mail and I noticed Erica doing a bit of gardening. I just naturally drifted over to speak to her and see how they were settling in. I say naturally because she was in her early twenties, by my reckoning, and dressed for the warm weather we were currently having, namely shorts and a cropped top. She was well worth looking at and I looked.
Maybe I looked a little too hard as Erica noticed and commented.
"Unless you can see through material you might as well stop staring so hard," she told me. "I suspect that Superman, you're not."
"True," I agreed with a smile, "but I can't really be blamed for looking. You are really quite lovely, a superb specimen of femininity that deserves to be worshiped by male eyes."
"Uh-huh. Well I'll thank you to take your heated gaze off me before you set fire to my clothes."
I made a couple more flirtatious comments which Erica calmly ignored, or possibly accepted as her due. I wasn't sure which. She didn't seem annoyed at all, just amused. I finally grabbed my mail and retreated.
I dismissed the minor flirtation from my mind and went about my daily business. I was, however, reminded of it when I went upstairs to my bedroom that night. I was about to turn on my lights when I noticed that the lights in the room across from me were on. Being naturally curious I crossed to the window and looked out.
The room facing me in the house next door was a bedroom, the main bedroom was my guess. The curtains or blind weren't pulled and I had an excellent view of Erica undoing her top. I watched as her top came off, followed by her bra. She then fiddled around at waist level and then bent forward, and my imagination immediately told me she was taking off her shorts and panties. The trouble was she was standing too close to the window and, while I had an excellent view, I could only see as far as her waist.
I was desperately willing her to back up a little so I could see more but the rotten girl ignored my wishes. Instead she moved closer to the window which improved my view of a very nice bosom but didn't help in other aspects. Then she proved her general rottenness by reaching up and pulling down the blinds.
I proved to myself that I was a voyeur as I kept an eye on that bedroom every so often to see if I'd get a repeat performance. It turned out that I did, several times. They all seemed to follow the same pattern. Erica would undress facing the window while standing so close that she wasn't exposed from the waist down. This only varied once when she turned and walked away from the window, showing that she was fully naked, had a very nice shape, and a cute little tush that was nicely rounded. I waited for her to come back and when she did she was wearing a blasted robe so I couldn't see a damn thing. Except when she reached the window and the robe came off (too damn late) and then the blind came down.
Something else I also noticed. If her husband was with her the first thing that happened was that the blind came down. That gave me cause to think.
I saw Erica several times over the next few weeks but I didn't mention her bedroom stripping at all. Either she knew she might be giving me a show and was doing it deliberately or she didn't know and would be embarrassed to find out. Far better to just not mention the subject.
Football season rolled around and I discovered that Dan was a rabid fan. He was off early to attend the game, staying there until the game and the aftermath was finished. I watched him as he took off, waving to him and giving him a thumbs-up and getting one in return.
Half an hour later I strolled over to Dan and Erica's place and rapped on the back door. The door was open with only the flywire door closed and Erica stuck her head out of the kitchen, glanced at the back door, and gave me a wave.
"Come on in, Graeme," she called, and ducked back into the kitchen.
I strolled in and found her messing about with various ingredients on the kitchen table.
"How can I help you?" she asked me, turning to look at me. "Ah, what are you doing?"
