I stopped to look at my watch, but the light was too dim for me to see it properly. Being too lazy to take out my phone, I walked a little further and stood under a street lamp. I saw the time was 11:30, and decided to speed up a little. Just as I was about to set off, I noticed some movement in the house opposite the lamp post.
Normally, I’d just have walked away, but something drew me in. The woman was scantily clad and had just slipped into bed. I knew I shouldn’t be watching, but that something which was drawing me in, just kept doing it.
Like a fish on a line, I was hooked, and I watched. I had the perfect view, and made perfect use of it. My brain was screaming at me to stop looking and go home, but my cock was telling me otherwise. I ignored that voice in my head, and watched as her fingers traced their way around the fabric of her bra. By this time, she’d gotten off the bed and was leaning on her dresser. If I wasn’t careful, I’d be caught.
The lamp post was a chunky, concrete one, so I managed to hide quite well behind it, I sincerely hoped. The woman dimmed her light and sat in front of her dresser, removing her bra, making it a little more difficult to see her. Nevertheless, I could see her smiling in the mirror. She started removing her makeup and seemed to shudder.
I wondered what she was shuddering at, then realised that she probably had a vibrator. My cock was beginning to get painful, so I started rubbing it through my jeans. The woman got up and removed her panties. In the dim light, I could make out a faint outline of hair on her pussy.
Standing in front of the mirror again, she reached down and sunk a finger inside her pussy. My throbbing cock was dying to burst free from my jeans, but I knew it was risky. I listened to the big head this time, and didn’t do what my cock was telling me. The woman added another hand and played with her clit.