A New Neighbour

It started when the couple opposite had a double glazing company change all the windows. Not a momentous occasion but the relevance of this was that two first floor windows faced my house, the bathroom window and one at the top of the stairs. The frosted glass on the bathroom window was shall we say less frosted than the previous one. They had replaced the opaque one at the top of the stairs with plain glass.

I noticed the difference in the bathroom window while making a cup of tea about a month later, the woman was having a shower and there was a tantalising vision of her. I could almost see her nipples, it was fascinating, titillating, and frustrating.

She washed her hair and leaned back her long black tresses hanging down and her body looked good. My imagination was running wild, what I could almost see, what I would like to see. Okay, I admit I had my cock out and was wanking.

She bent down and picked up a squeegee and started cleaning the steam off the window. She was face on and close to the window on top of that she was clearing the view. Her nipples were brown I could see now. That was it, my climax splattered over the sink.

She wrapped a towel around her head and left the shower room walking past the other window giving a brief glimpse of her naked body. Nice arse.

I felt quite disgusted with myself, I'm no pervert, I wasn't using binoculars, (they were in the car.) Is it illegal? Fuck, I was only looking through the window, that's what windows are for: letting light in and seeing out of and I was just looking out.

I should explain; she and her partner moved into the house about six months ago, when very good friends had moved out. Their house was actually on a different road which ran ninety degrees from ours.

I am divorced after two years of happy marriage and three unhappy ones. No children involved which was part of the problem. We had married far too young and when we split I bought her share of the house off her. I have a well paid job and work mainly from home.

The kitchen is unusually at the front of the house, I thought it was so the lounge was south facing and getting the sun until I saw that the houses on the other side of the road were the same design.

Back to the story. Two days later I bumped into her on my way to the corner shop. After hellos I plucked up the courage. "I noticed that your bathroom window is quite see-through, I mean I saw you having a shower, I didn't mean to look, I looked away but..." My blurted out tirade was interrupted.

"I know," she said and smiled, "I chose it."

"Oh," they don't call me the king of repartee for nothing.

"My husband works off shore, three weeks on and three weeks off. Have you ever gone three weeks without sex?" she asked.

This depends on how you define sex, even Bill Clinton's definition. If she means sex involving another person actually being with you at the time then yes I have gone way too many three weeks without sex. "Yes."

"Not much fun is it?"

"No," I almost whimpered.

"So I amuse myself by exhibiting my body, I get a turn on from it but I never know if anyone is watching. I'm glad you were. Did you have a wank?" I blushed and before I could answer she laughed. "Good, I'm glad."

"I...I... oh fuck it, I did, sorry," I stuttered.

"I think we should introduce ourselves seeing we have been so intimate, I'm Haley, after the comet."

"I'm Mark, after the question," I lamely joked. She was kind enough to laugh.

"Excellent. My husband comes home the day after tomorrow so tomorrow I will spend a lot of time in the wet room. He likes me to be hairless all over, specially down there," she said pointing in the relevant direction. "Tomorrow at eleven if it's sunny you may be in for a pleasant surprise."

She turned and walked off, her arse looking wonderful in her tight jeans.

Tomorrow is another day. I was sitting in the kitchen in a comfortable chair, binoculars and a mug of tea by my side at five to eleven. I could see what she meant by if the sun is shining I will get a pleasant surprise. I could see the colour of the tiles on the bathroom wall.

There was movement at the other window, standing back in a position that I think meant only I could see. She was wearing a red bra and matching knickers. She started dancing, slowly reaching behind she unclipped the bra, still gyrating she tantalisingly held the cups over her tits.

By this time I was using the binoculars and had a throbbing erection. She dropped the bra. Her brown nipples were just as I'd pictured them, her tits were a bit bigger than I thought. She shimmied, her tits swinging, not massively, they weren't that big.

With her thumbs in each side of her kickers she pulled one side down then up followed by the other side. A lovely rhythm was set up, a little more of her short black pubic hair was displayed each time. She smiled and winked before turning sideways and pushing her knickers right down, off one leg and when they were around her right ankle she kicked them off towards the window which they hit and sank to the floor.

I had prepared by having some body lotion to hand on my right hand, leaving my left free to hold the binoculars and tea. My cock was out and hard.

Totally naked she did a pirouette and disappeared into the wet room. She was right, I could see her more clearly, not as if it was plain glass but better than before. Unfortunately all that is visible is above the waist. She started by wetting and massaging her tits before putting some liquid on them, obviously shower gel. Standing in front of the window she spread the soap suds. I could feel rather than see she was smiling.

She moved back after rinsing her tits she started applying shaving foam to her pubes. A lot of what I am recalling is partly educated guesswork as I could not see what was going on down there. She was waving the razor about so I could see it. She spent some time shaving before moving and putting her leg on a chair or maybe the toilet (They had converted their bathroom into a wet room so I'm not sure) and started on her legs.

Unfortunately the sun went in and everything became indistinct, shit, shit, shit, she appeared to shave her armpits and wash herself and her hair. She wrapped a towel around her head and walked out. I moved my vision through the binoculars to the other window and all I got was a quick glimpse of her arse

Her husband came back and they disappeared for three days. It drove me mad thinking of him fucking her. In my mind he fucked her everywhere in the house in every position, in every hole. I bet she was making up for the three weeks of celibacy, I'm sure she was. I was going to have my three weeks of celibacy.

When I did see them in the following weeks they looked so lovey dovey, it made me sick. I carried on working from home for four days each week apart from a business trip I had to make to Birmingham. I did some of my work at the kitchen table so I could keep an eye on them. It was becoming an obsession. I did go to a club and met up with friends, including girls but my heart wasn't in it.

She continued to have her shower at seven thirty most days, perhaps she doesn't like Eastenders or whatever, but as it was light at that time now and she didn't put the light on there was little to see. There was one occasion that they showered together, she had her legs around his waist and arms round his neck while he fucked her. I was almost physically sick.

After the three weeks he went back off shore and I did not see Haley for a couple of days although I made a point of looking at seven thirty and eleven. On the third day there was a knock on my door and Haley stood there. Not for long she walked in holding a bottle of champagne.

"Glasses, a girl deserves a drink," she said, sitting on my settee. I fetched two wine glasses. I don't have champagne glasses as I'd rather have a can of bitter. Clearing the coffee table of my work stuff I put the glasses down.

I took the bottle from her, it was nicely chilled, I pulled the cork and poured the wine. I sat down beside her and for a while we sat in silence, me wondering what the hell was going on.

"You can't fuck me," she said out of the blue.

"Oh," I replied with my usual lightning fast repartee.

"Two reasons, one I am a happily married woman with a wonderful husband who satisfies all my needs," and then rather quietly, "when he is here. Two, my cunt is too sore having taken quite a beating these last few weeks."

"Oh, right," I was trying to think of a good reply. "My mouth isn't sore, how about yours?"

"You naughty boy, are you offering to lick my cunt or just wanting a blow job?" said with a giggle. She handed me her drink and started to unbutton the light summer coat she was wearing. "Top it up," she instructed, looking at the glass. I must admit I wasn't concentrating, more interested in what was being revealed with each button.

I briefly took my eyes off her and picked up the bottle and poured some into both glasses. The only thing that had been revealed was skin. She was down to her belly button and not an article of clothing was on show just her Mediterranean coloured skin.

"You look like you are enjoying what you see," she said looking at my groin. Fucking right I did, if she would just take this glass off me I would be able to adjust my growing cock into a more comfortable position.

The top of a pair of red knickers with a little black bow came into view. The last button and she threw the coat open and there they were her beautiful tits in touching distance. If she hadn't been wearing knickers I might have been tempted to have a taste of her pussy but no I attached myself to her lovely nipple.

"Top up my drink," she asked. Fuck can't you see I'm busy? I reluctantly detached myself from her nipple. I took her glass and turned to pick up the bottle. When I turned back she had thrown her coat off and was on her knees. Ignoring the proffered glass she ran her hands up and down my jeans covered cock.

"I have tormented you for long enough now you must have your reward. I am pleased that my activities in the bathroom have an audience. I would hate to be doing all that without someone to appreciate it," she said with a calm smile.

She was looking up at me, her big brown eyes, her false eyelashes fluttering. I finished off the drink I had poured for her and looked down at her smiling face. The top button of my jeans was unfastened and the zip pulled down, her hand began rubbing my cock through my boxers.

With her other hand she pulled my jeans down. She licked up my boxers to the damp patch of pre-cum near the waistband. With a slight tug on the shorts my cock appeared, she kissed it. I brought my hand round but she slapped it away.

She wrenched my shorts down and started licking my balls. Shit why didn't I have a shower this morning? I must stink, she's licking my balls. Fuck. She licked up my cock and around the end, all the time looking up at me. I wasn't going to last long, in fact I'm going to cum embarrassingly quick.

Fuck, stop looking at her, think of something else, kings and queens of England, prime numbers, anything but those gorgeous lips, of the amazing sensation round my cock! Too late, my climax caught her by surprise, she almost gagged but managed to take all my spunk in her mouth. Still looking up at me and smiling.

As she stood she rubbed her tits up my body, her cum flavoured lips kissed mine. She picked up my glass as hers was empty and finished it. She walked out picking her coat up on the way, her knicker clad arse looking majestic.

When she reached the front door she half turned as she put her coat on, blew me a kiss and said "I'll be back," in a poor Arnie accent. I fucking hope so, I thought.