Buying a new house was not a top priority, I was ok renting a small apartment. But, with my work schedule and loud apartment neighbors, I decided to buy a house.
So, the trek to suburbia began.
I was happy that my realtor listened to my wants and was able to find a nice 3 bedroom ranch in a quiet neighborhood on a dead-end street. He had been a realtor for quite a while and had helped many of the guys at the firehouse find their “dream home”.
Moving day arrived, the onslaught of the guys helping had abated and the last of the food devoured. I closed the door, locked it and turned to see towers of boxes and items strewn throughout the house.
Not being someone that allows things to remain in chaos, I began to sort and move my stuff to their final resting places. A few adjustments here and there, centring under a light, moving from one side of the room to the other. It amazed me how much stuff I thought I had while living in an apartment but when I moved into a house I realized it is just a moderate amount of belongings.
Front living area finished, other than some fine adjustments. Dining area done…sans fine-tuning.
On to the bedroom.
Gathering up empty boxes, I exit the back door to place the boxes in a pile so I can dispose of them. While out back I hear a “Hello neighbor!” Looking over the chain-linked fence I see a vision of beauty. Beautiful smile and eyes that are sparkling meet mine as I walk towards the fence with my hand extended. After the shaking hands and introductions are made, small talk begins.
I find out it is a nice neighborhood, quiet, my new house was owned by an older couple that retired and moved into a condo. I feel better because that assures me that my realtor told me the truth about the house. I jokingly tell her that I may need her help with choosing paint colors for different rooms because I am horrible about such matters.
“Anytime”, she says, ”except today.”
She then explains that her best friend is getting married soon and they are going out to make last-minute purchases. After a little more small talk, I watch her walk away. I purposefully turn my head towards my house after realizing I was staring.
I take my time piling boxes with hopes of seeing her again filling my thoughts. After realizing I have moved the same pile of boxes three different times, I walk back into the house.
After entering the bedroom I turn the blinds slightly in order to gain a little more light in the room. I had not unpacked a lamp yet and decided unpacking bedroom boxes were the priority. Fortunately, I was standing to one side of the window when I made the adjustment to the blind. I did not notice it when I did the walkthrough of the house, but, my bedroom window faced her bedroom window.
Actually, I had no idea who lived in the house next door when I purchased mine.
The vision that caught my eyes made my jaw drop. If my house was on a basement, my jaw would have had splinters as it dropped through the wooden floor on its way to the lower level.
There she was!
In her room!
She must have just gotten out of the shower because she was bending over and rubbing the water out of her hair with a towel. Another towel was wrapped loosely around her and draping on either side of her chest and torso.
Should I stop looking?
Yes, I should, but I really did not want to do that. The beauty, the bare skin and her womanhood all on display. I feel myself harden, my mind whirling with the conflict of desire and decency. The animalistic want surging through me as my pulse quickened.
The next thing I realize, I am unbuckling my belt and pants, unzipping my zipper and curling my hand around my hard shaft. Stroking slowly at first then quicker as I watch her stand up, allowing the towel drop to the floor. She glances over her shoulder and looks directly at my window.
I jerk back!!!! Did she see me? I don’t think so, I was way off to the side. But, it was like she knew I was there and it appeared she looked directly at me! Embarrassed now, heart pounding out of my chest, I hurriedly go into the bathroom. I quickly dry my head that was dripping wet from precum. Heart still pounding, mind spinning and legs weak I stand there and compose myself.
After a few minutes, I return to the front living area to try and reset my mind and compose myself. I hear a car door open, close, then a car start. With my back to the window, I turn my head slightly and see out the window though the mirror I hung earlier. It is her….she is leaving to go out with her friends now. I see her put the car in gear and as she pulls away I think I see her look towards my house with a smile on her face.
I feel myself blush.
Is it embarrassment?
Guilt?
Guilty pleasure?
The thought of possibly being caught?
Have I become a voyeur? Is that bad? There is no way I would be out peeping in peoples windows. That would be termination from the fire department and there is no way that can happen.
I began organizing and arranging with a new sense of determination. With the adrenaline still flowing, I used it to accomplish more than I anticipated. Plus, I was on shift at the firehouse the next day and wanted to come home to a little normalcy after my 24 hour shift.
The next day, the guys threw their testosterone covered words around the breakfast table like always. Bragging about how much of my stuff they carried in the house and how no one else carried as much as they did. Or how heavy my headboard was and that the new guy needed help carrying it in.
I mentioned nothing of her. They had no idea who my neighbors were or if I even had any. The only mention was one guy saying that I lived in an old peoples neighborhood because everybody moves out and lives in a condo. A good laugh had by all…but the vision in the window was still forefront in my mind.
A busy night on the Ladder. A house fire, an auto extrication and three EMS runs all after midnight. It is the gig…it is what I do. My body adjusts and I keep moving on, always going forward. Maybe since I got so much accomplished at home the day before I went to shift, I can take a quick nap. We will see.
As I pull up to my house and hit the garage door opener, I take a quick peek at her driveway. No car. A small sense of relief floods me. After closing the garage door I walk through the entire house, still in awe that it is MY house. I make my way into the bedroom and close the door. A sigh of relief escapes me as I turn towards the window and see that I had closed the blind. I busy myself emptying out a box of books that I had brought in from the garage.