Disclaimer. This tale © Andrew is true then again maybe this story is fictional? The house could be mine or perhaps a previous home or fictitious? Either way the lady across the Street herein is over age 18. Well over 18!
I hope you enjoy, editing has been an age and it’s the closest I’ll come to writing a story ❤
‘Through slightly parted curtains I propped myself up against the bedroom window sill and looked across the fields behind the house opposite, tonight I was watching a truly spectacular thunder and lightening display, mother nature’s power can be truly awe inspiring………….
……….. below this display of electric lightening and bedroom rocking thunder a bright light suddenly appeared from the third story bedroom window opposite, an angled rooftop window set against grey tiles the white light so bright it woke me from my daydream, so what vision did my focusing eyes see? There before me in clear close view was the silhouette of a slim auburn haired middle aged lady standing waist up behind her window sill………. I knew her to speak to as my neighbour across the Street, a lady called Helen, 45ish attractive in a mummy sort of way, I fancied her of course and she’s happily married but I wouldn’t say no if she asked, I’ve seen her picking up leaves in the front garden and she’s a handsome figure of a woman, a sexy young looking 45 year old.
Quickly, in a state of nerves and shock, my mind trying to process what the f#ck was happening over the road, I ran and rummaged through a draw for my binoculars, God knows how I didn’t break my neck on the laminate floor, then quick as a flash I regained position and hands shaking drew lens to my eyes. I can remember clearly the moment Helen’s bright window appeared, crystal clear and pin sharp, so close now I could make out expressions on her face and the room within, my heart pounding I propped my elbows on the sill and watched!!!!! I’d seen tits down blouses before, by chance mind, but now I was a proper voyeur lol.
I’ve watched Helen before but seeing her tonight was a whole lot different, I assumed this was her spare room but I’ve no idea it being situated above my eye line and set well back behind Street’s view, no one but me could see Helen and she certainly knew I wouldn’t be watching however I was, all very Hitchcock’s Rear Window! Well tonight for about 25 minutes or so she went about her homely duties, mainly carrying bundles of clothes around the room, folding sheets. Putting clean washing in draws? Who knows, just understand Helen was busy and I’m excited, both engrossed and fascinated I noticed she’d pause time to time under the apex of this small cramped space, stopping aside the smallish square open window, blind open, visible waist up, me watching.
Each time she’d stopped to pause for a second I could see she was wearing a skin tight tee shirt so figure hugging I could see the profile of her bosom but of course I could see no lower. Observing her was enough and I wasn’t masturbating, she looked so lovely against this bright white light, quiet deep in thought a side of her I’d never witnessed, a sexy lady and I fancied her 😦
Well after a few minutes of innocent voyeurism all the more exciting because the female recipient wasn’t aware, she paused again and did something so shocking I remember swallowing hard and the binoculars trembling, Helen suddenly pulled up her shirt from the waist moving her arms skywards stripping off the garment over her head, then she held it up to the light (not window) looked at it then folded and threw to her side, at this point I was totally stunned, gobsmacked, I couldn’t believe I was actually watching her undress, the first and only time in my life, my God a performance like this only really happens in filthy novels and artistic movies. To say I was amazed is an understatement, my mind was alive, my heart was pounding, the tip of my penis quivering, the lady opposite was wearing only a pretty white bra set against her pink naked body, Helen’s gorgeous and I’m partial to naturel small breasts 😉
Seconds later she reached her arms behind her back, unclipped her bra allowing the white straps to glide down her arms before again tossing the undergarment to her side, minutes ago I’d been watching the approaching soon to be thunderstorm peeking through curtains, and by pure glorious coincidence I now see a bright nude like painting of the lady opposite completely naked, with my binocular lens centred on her perfect small pert breasts, her pink skin and auburn hair. Nothing below mind but I didn’t care, tonight I was a voyeur intimately watching my neighbour Helen undress and in hindsight I’m at a loss as to why I didn’t faint or have a heart attack. Unbelievable! Incredible! Beautiful! OMFG!!!! Voyeurism is wrong but by God forbidden fruit tastes sweet.
Throughout this striptease performance I’d asked myself ‘what’s she looking at her gaze fixed on something across the room?’ She’d been alone, was it a mirror or picture and I could sense Helen’s mind was elsewhere, then she startled me, she stretched an arm again straight up in the air and proceeded to move her other hand underneath the armpit gently smoothing the palm against her skin, methodically moving in circling motions concentration etched across her face.
I should I have turned away shouldn’t I, closed the curtains and gone back to bed! You decide but it’s my window sill and the view out is mine!
Of course I kept watching.
Helen caressessed squeezed poked her breasts with two fingers then switching hands she repeated this now obvious checking ritual underneath the other pit of her other upward stretched arm all the while her face a picture of serene concentration, she even held them both at once as if pointing squirting sprays of milk at a mirror, I’m sure she was looking at her reflection in a mirror opposite? Of course by now I’d worked out what she was doing, I was witness to something very private and intimate, she was examining her breasts in a time honoured womanly routine her wistful concentration so beautiful it touched my soul (true), she’d been of course feeling for changes, I hope to God there were none and of course I was a very VERY lucky man.
So a question to any ladies reading and judging voyeur Andrew, remember that definition, I ask if you happened to be watching a neighbour strip naked then feel squeeze examine his testicles what would you do? Close the curtains? Go to bed? Or satisfy your voyeuristic appetite? Come on be honest now, no please don’t, but I have my own idea what you’d all do, one or two would be in bed long before now, one or two would have their hands down the front of their panties doing the things girls do, remember I’m NOT a nasty man.
So how did your late night adventure end Andrew? Well her breast examinations lasted five minutes then all of a sudden something startled her, perhaps a noise from the Street below or a sudden awareness she was in fact standing naked in her bedroom, lights on, aside an open window wide open because tonight was so damn hot and humid, who knows? But quick as a flash she pulled a forearm across her chest covering her breasts at the same time leaning forward forcibly pulling down the blind shut!!.
Performance over I caught my breath, my heart rate lowered as I climbed into bed and most amusingly of all still with my binoculars, then I slept like a baby totally utterly exhausted and btw at no point did I pleasure myself. Have I ever seen her undress again? NO because I never look out of my window unless there’s lightening to watch thunder to hear, in-fact that statement is absolutely true. Therefore I’ve never seen her again or attempted to, even on humid warm balmy evenings, I know for fact striptease displays, naked ladies, live breast examinations are coincidences that never ever happen again.’
🙂 So there you are, I ask is my voyeurism tale true or fiction? Is my incredibly vivid and erotic memory so etched across my mind only a story? I’ll allow the reader to decide 🙂
(I’m feeling happier tonight, pt 2 was well received.)