Jason checked the gate at the side of the house, making sure it was shut as he carefully worked his way into the backyard of the old bungalow. It was difficult to see much as it was quite dark, but he knew this backyard like the back of his hand. He had been here many times before.
A soft pool of light shone out from under the veranda, he moved quietly over and double checked. The light was from the bathroom, and he could see a figure silhouetted against the window. Jason smiled, she was in the shower at the same time every night, another few minutes she would move from the bathroom to her bedroom, and that's what he was there for.
Jason looked about, the back fence was high and the hedges either side excluded any views from those directions. This was a very private backyard. He listened carefully, he could hear the water from the shower gurgling down the drain, the distant rumble of a truck somewhere, but otherwise it was quiet.
A faint movement then caught his eye, deep in the shadows lurked a hunter, stealthy stalking along. He slowly began to move, knowing that he had to deal with the situation before any trouble erupted. He wanted to make sure that there was no disturbance in the backyard. The hunter paused, hunched ready to strike. Jason clicked his tongue in his mouth softly. The hunter turned, the game was up, then a big stretch and the hunter approached Jason. A rub behind its ears and the hunter began to purr. Chaos avoided.
Jason moved back towards the veranda, the light was still shining, but the silhouette was no longer visible, the sound of the running water was easing off. She was now drying herself off and in a minute or two she would progress to her bedroom. Absent-mindedly, he reached down and stroked the hunter who had followed him. The bathroom light went out.
Carefully he made his way around the corner to the window facing out the back. A moment later a light inside flicked on, with just about only a slither of light making it out around the edges of the heavy curtains. Jason moved to the center of the window, while no light shone out, there was a very small gap in the curtains behind the large dresser and mirror placed before the window. This is what he has been waiting for.
Looking in, he could see most of the big bed directly opposite the window, the bedside dressers, and about half the bottom end of the bed. He could also see the figure he had been waiting for, wrapped in only her towel, moving down towards the dresser. For a moment she disappeared, then she moved across between the bed and the dresser. Jason watched as she then went up the far side of the bed, and located her nightgown beneath the pillow on that side of the bed, which she then spread out over the bed.
Jason hoped that she would not stay there to dry off and slip on her nightgown. He wanted her to return to the dresser. She moved slightly and faced away from the window, then she seemed to pat herself down, Jason's heart sank, he wouldn't get to see her in her full glory.
Jason watched, hoping. She moved, turned, and then moved back down beside the bed, out of view then back into view, she stopped directly in from of the dresser and mirror. She paused for a moment then she took a couple of steps closer. All Jason could now see was her thighs and her towel. The towel twitched and Jason's cock twitched.
Her towel twitched again, lifting and showing more thigh, not much more and it would reveal her pussy, thought Jason. Another twitch and the towel very briefly parted just for a split second. Jason saw the area right at the top of her thighs. Jason drew in a deep breath, his hand dropped down over his pants, feeling the hopeful bulge there.
Two hands appeared in his view, then they took the edges of the towel and drew them apart.
