In the summer time, I would ride my stationary exercise bike by the window for the breeze, and she would watch me from the shadows of her curtained windows. After a while, I began to see flashes of her at her window, in her under wear, or sometimes completely nude, and at other time topless. She was always standing at her window, in such a way that only I from my apartment window across the courtyard had a clear view of her.
Her round and full breast, were capped with dark brown nipples. Her belly had the slight swell of a mature woman, and she sported a bottom that was round and shapely. Her Mound de Venus seemed to be forested with the luxuriantly wiry tress of Medusa, warning all away from a power to destroy. The wide hips of her endowment were the kind that comes to a woman with time.
She looked to be around 38 years of age, had short-cropped hair and a dark chocolate complexion.
I though she lived alone. I was sure of this, because I had observed that the lights in her apartment came on only when she was home.
I saw the lady from time to time during the summer months, and it seemed to me, that the less she saw of me at my window, the bolder she became when she did see me. I recall one night, when I exercise on my bike at midnight; she opened her window, turned on her lights, arranged her curtains to restrict others view of her, and lay nude on her bed for my view. This preview, that is what I called it, lasted for thirty minutes. It was then that I decided to see what was up, I mean really up!
I devised a plan to find out. First I stood in front of her building for two days, early in the mornings it was, I wanted to see exactly what time she went to work. The 1st day, I discovered that she left for work at 8 am on the dot.
The next day, I went into her building at 7:45 am, rode the elevator to the 4th floor and waited; I was trying to see what apartment she lived in.
At 8 am on the dot, I hear a door open and then close on the third floor. I proceeded down the steps and saw her lock her door as I passed without even a glance in my direction. I now had the apartment number.
Later that day, I stood in the lobby of her building, and watched the mailman put mail in the individual mailboxes. I stepped to her mailbox, and read the name that was taped inside it.
I now had all the information I needed to precede. I took a trip to my favorite toy store in Greenwich Village called the “Pink Pussy Cat”. It was there that I found exactly what I was looking for. A chocolate flesh tone, battery powered, remote controlled, clit stimulating, vibrating butterfly.
It was shaped like the outer facing of a woman’s genitals; only it is fashioned as a three-dimensional mirror image. It has a recess for hugging the clit, and a slight protrusion to fit into the vaginal slit. There are wings to the side, like the wings on some pads that women use for their period. Thus “Butterfly” became it name. It also had a short wire hanging down to act as the antenna for the remote signal. It functions as an anatomically correct, body hugging, vibrating, and female genital stimulator I had now completed the second step of my plan. Returning home, I sat down at my computer to complete the third stage of the plan. I then wrote her a short letter. Dear Lady,
I am a secret admirer of yours, and I suspect that you too are a secret admirer of mine. Perhaps it is not to be, that we will ever go much beyond the things we see. But there is a way in which we both can safely play.
You will receive a gift of pleasure from me, and if you want to play, you should wear it night and day. We both will be happy, if I may be so bold as to say. Your secret admirer wants you to come out to play, not like before, but in a way that will give you more. I am discreet, also meek; I will be your lover night and day, if only you come out to play.