It started as he'd passed her room when he was out for an evening walk. This dazzling beauty was undressing in her well-lit room, dancing around in her underwear. He'd frozen in his tracks smiling like an idiot, thinking the dance would end and he'd be on his way. He seemed to move without realizing he was, inching closer to the stunner, who was so breathtakingly beautiful, whirling in front of her mirror. He'd inhaled sharply, unable to believe his luck. Spellbound, he watched as the dancing became increasingly erotic. Like a stripper performing for crowds of men, she ran her hands up and down herself in slow sensual moves, voguing in her mirror, pursing her lips slightly open mouthed. Her tongue glided flirtatiously across her full lips then, blowing a kiss to the mirror, that was so sexually enticing it almost hurt to watch her.
His clandestine approach to her window was officially deemed an obsession after he'd returned each night to her window for well beyond six months. He was mesmerized, completely enthralled by every salacious movement she made. That first night, he was both stunned and surprised to find he'd moved to the side of her home, an inch from her window, before he realized he was standing in the bushes!
"It's insane, lust had driven him to stand outside her window secreted away and yet he felt no shame." he thought smiling.
"Oh no, nothing suspicious here officer. I just dropped my eyes and tongue out here somewhere so as soon as I find them I'll move right along. Yep, good story! Oh Christ, what would I say if the cops drove by?" he thought as his eyes scanned behind him looking down her street.
"It's quiet. I'd see police far before they spied me." he shrugged, reasoning with himself knowing it was madness.
Not that he'd have left though, he doubted a police spotlight, or her father, brothers and uncles running out the house with baseball bats in their hands would have enticed him to leave. No guy in his right mind would freely walk away from this show unless they were hauled off in cuffs or gay as a three-dollar bill.
If a cop approached all he'd do is point and say "You see officer, she surely wants us here or stripping by an open window with the light on would be the last thing she'd do, right?"
Then the cop would stand alongside the window with me gawking and drooling on his shoes. Hell, most men's dicks would be so hard they'd pay anything for her to continue.
He shook his head in disbelief while his jaw dropped as her black, sheer, thigh high nylons with an eye catching black line from her heels up the back of each tanned thigh slipped inch by inch down exposing her shapely tan legs. She was finally left sporting only lace underwear crafted perfectly to accentuate a scrumptious ass and a bra full of ravishing cleavage. Luke swallowed hard, blinking his eyes in utter disbelief, certain he'd stumbled into Heaven. Her hands suggestively trailed down both sides of her gorgeous face tickling down her neck and chest to her front clasped bra. Her fingers circled under the base and over the top of each breast in ever decreasing circles toward nipples that pointed through a thin layer of lacy material.
Each strap slid from a shoulder resting above her elbows. She laced her fingers pressing her cleavage together until Luke got lost in its beauty. As her hands formed a cross over her breasts, she unhooked the clasp but did not let the garment fall. No, she loved teasing, exactly like a stripper, but this show was only for him. She let the bra drop off one arm and Luke couldn't breathe. She covered her nipples with her palms, the bra hit the floor but, his eyes remained focused on her hidden treasures. She tediously pulled back her fingers like curtains drawn back until she exposed perfect pink nipples.
Luke's cock was so engorged if he didn't free it soon it was going to break. His eyes popped when she next ... he couldn't believe his eyes, holy fuck, she pulled a massive realistic appearing dildo from a drawer. After drizzling it with lube, she tugged her panties aside and thrust it in. He felt a spasm running through him as cum gushed from his cock though he hadn't even touched it! This was unprecedented except in childhood wet dreams. He watched her until her head kicked back and she screamed in ecstasy as he steadied himself against the side of her home leaning forward to catch his breath.
From that day on he was lost to the beguiling, minx self-fulfilling her sexual desires every single night before his eyes. That was how this nightly entrée began. Voyeuristically catapulted into an alluring, hypnotizing, starlit attraction he knew he should run from, but like a fly in a spider's web, he was hopelessly ensnared. Luke had never even had a girlfriend due to a speech impediment that destroyed his self-confidence making him feel he was a loser. It sucked away his self-assurance and any hope that he'd ever have someone to love.
He was certain no one would ever desire a man like him. A starving man who'd had a bite of the most delicious food for the soul. He would do anything to have another taste. He'd lived a cloistered life avoiding rejection by a self-imposed celibacy because his horrid stutter exacerbated around women, especially when he was attracted to them. The gangplank he walked whenever he'd been confronted with long hair, thick lips and curves had been a short walk towards hell whenever he'd even attempted talking to women.
