Beth leaned over the sink and pulled open the light blue curtains. The cold sink sent a jolt through the young woman's body when it contacted the unprotected area between her t-shirt and panties. She braved the cold for a few seconds to look out onto the freshly fallen snow in the early morning light.
Then she backed away and scanned the windows of the neighboring house. There he was. A towel wrapped around his waist. He dried his hair with a smaller towel then threw it out of her sight. She strained to see his muscular arms and shoulders. Now his back was to her.
"Take it off," she spoke softly in the privacy of her kitchen.
He reached into a closet and pulled out a shirt.
"Come on," Beth said with more desperation, dragging out the words as if begging him.
The man stood in the middle of the room, his back still facing the female onlooker. He seemed to stand frozen for no apparent reason. Then he slowly unwrapped his towel and let it leisurely fall to the floor.
Beth didn't realize she was holding her breath until she heard herself inhaling deeply. She stared at his beautiful ass. It was perfect. His legs looked powerful, even from a distance and through two windows. And his hands were moving around, taunting her by pulling up on both cheeks, then moving in front of his body again.
What is he doing? Is he holding his cock? Why is he just standing there?
Beth couldn't answer her own questions, so her imagination took over. She envisioned his fingers gripping a rock hard cock, gently stroking it in front of the mirror. She could see the tip getting bigger and pinker as blood rushed into the penis making it grow even longer and thicker.
Then Beth's hand was inside her panties. She felt the moisture around her pussy. She pulled some of it up to her clit and rubbed it with a single finger.
The man was moving again.
"Turn around," she ordered him. "Let me see that gorgeous cock."
He disappeared for a second and Beth panicked. Her hand stopped. Then the man appeared again, holding something white. And he turned. He turned so he was facing Beth. His cock was faintly visible in the room's light. It wasn't erect like she imagined, but was large enough. He stood for a second, then leaned over and pulled on the white garment. A moment later the boxers covered the view Beth had wished for and obtained.
Beth was frantically rubbing her clit again. The sight of his cock drove her crazy and she was taking it out on her pussy. He was dressing in the middle of the room, but her mind had captured the scene she wanted and she used it to bring herself closer to an orgasm. Beth reached inside her shirt and massaged one of her breasts, pulling and squeezing the nipple to send even more waves of excitement through her pussy.
The man was nearly done, his back to her once more. Beth stared at him until she was about to cum. Then she removed her hands from inside her clothes and leaned on the sink, her heart pounding and her breathing quick and heavy. Fifteen more seconds and she would have cum.
The man turned off the light as he left the room.
Beth is a 27 year old woman who attracted men with her looks and bashful nature. She was the stereotypical princess in distress waiting for her prince. Her flowing brunette hair has many men lusting after the innocent looking female.
She dated occasionally, but not very successfully. Beth had a crush on the guy next door.
His name was Tom. He had just moved next door the previous week.
Beth was in her front yard the Saturday morning, following her 'observation' of Tom in his bedroom, nearly finished with putting up the last of the Christmas decorations, when Tom approached her.
"Hi, Beth," he said cheerfully.
"Oh. Hi, Tom," she replied, looking over her shoulder. She turned to face him.
"Pretty good day for putting up lights," he said with a smile.
"Yeah. Perfect." Beth played with the front of her unzipped coat, eventually sliding her hands nervously into the pockets.
"I haven't seen you since last week. Been keeping busy?" he asked.
She thought to herself: 'Well, I've seen you recently. And I loved it.' Instead, she said, "Yeah, kind of, how about you?"
Tom smiled inside at her apparent uneasiness around him and her obvious bashfulness. "I am still unpacking my stuff."
He waited for a second then added. "I wanted to mention that you might want to consider keeping the curtains pulled in your kitchen."
Beth froze at his statement, totally caught off guard. She looked at the handsome man with his steely eyes staring right back at her. A mischievous smile crossed his lips.
"Excuse me?" she said.
"The curtains in your kitchen the day you were watching me."
Beth’s heart felt like it was going to explode. Her stomach turned inside out. "Watching you?"
"Yeah. I saw you in the mirror," he said nonchalantly. "So I decided you wanted a show. It ended up I was the one who got the show. What were you doing with your hands, anyway?"
Beth wanted to jump into a hole in the ground and hide. She pulled her coat closed by bringing her hands together while still inside her coat pockets. "I didn't know...I mean, I wasn't doing anything...I wanted a show?"
Tom laughed at the incredulous tone in Beth's voice. "Why else would you watch a man getting dressed in his bedroom? Did it turn you on? Or did I disappoint you?"
Beth considered turning her back and running into her house. But his calm tone made her consider staying. "I hope you don't think I spend all my time doing that. It just happened...I mean you were there...and..."
"And you decided to watch and get off at the same time," Tom finished for her.
"I did not!"
"Oh. So you WERE disappointed."
"No. I mean...damn you." Beth was almost in tears.
Tom sensed he better back off for a while. Perhaps his teasing wasn't being taken the right way by the younger woman.
"I'm just giving you a hard time. But I do want to talk to you about something. Can we go inside?"
Beth was elated at the opportunity to end the current discussion and intrigued by his offer. They moved inside her house through the front door. Both of them took off their coats and threw them on a nearby couch.
Beth wore a t-shirt and sweatpants. She wasn't sure whether he was happy she didn't wear a bra or not. Between the cold outside air and the subject of their quick discussion, there was no doubt she was bra-less. Tom, for one, was happy.
"Can I get you some coffee?" Beth asked.
"Sure. That sounds good."
Tom followed Beth into the kitchen, enjoying the view of her attractive ass in the process. She offered him a seat while she opened a cabinet to get cups. But he followed her, instead, and stood at the sink. She saw him staring out towards his own house.
"Nice view," he said.
"Oh shut up." She replied
Tom pulled the curtains closed. "See. That's all you have to do."
Beth shot him a contemptuous glare while pouring the coffee. When she was done they moved to a small table in the eating area of the kitchen. They put their cups down and Beth pulled out a chair to sit down. But before she could sit, an arm embraced her around the waist from behind.
She was startled and Tom felt her entire body flinch. He held her as gently as possible and still maintain control of her. His hand slid up the outside of her shirt until resting at the base of her breasts.
"Tell me what you were doing while watching me?" he whispered to her.
Beth wasn't sure she could talk. "Who was watching who?"
Tom appreciated the woman's quick, intelligent reply under the circumstances. He pressed his body against her a little harder. "You were the one getting aroused. I'm pretty sure I saw you touch your breast."
Tom's hand slowly rose up until it covered her right breast entirely. He didn't squeeze or massage it. The hand was just there.
Beth felt her nipple tingle from his touch.