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Lady with her curtains open
When I was 16 there was a lady who lived in the house opposite who used to sometimes leave the curtains open and I could sometimes see her getting undressed. It was always fairly dark as she didn’t have a light on. My imagination was working overtime though and it was a massive turn on for me. But then one evening, her light came on and she had her back to me. She was wearing a bra, which she removed, then she turned around and I got a very clear view of her beautiful large **, and then she closed the curtains. And I came.
When my wife and I lived in some ground floor apartments, my job meant I got home around 10 PM. Every other night, regular as clockwork, the couple that lived in the apartment next to us would be having **, with the front curtains open.
I bet I stood out there and watched them at least 50 times, Monday, Wednesday, and Friday I bet I could set my watch to that.
I always suspected they knew I was there, but they never let on. Reason I think so is the woman always had her hand covering her left breast, I mean always except one time she moved to adjust herself and I found out why, her right one was about twice as big and I think she didn't want me to see it.
I was born in and live in Texas now. But from age 5 to 14, I lived in the mid-Florida area. When I was in the 6th grade, I had a best friend named Thad. He and I were both WAY over-sexed, even for boys that age.
Thad was constantly telling me about how his parents were always f*cking.
I slept over at their place one night. The next morning, Thad and I were having breakfast, sitting at a table pushed against the left wall of the kitchen. Thad's mom was standing by the sink, to our right. She was wearing a very thin, pale green, knee-length nightgown.
Thad asked me, "Ray, do you think your mom will get mad if you tell her how late we stayed up last night?".
Before I could answer, Thad's mom said this, staring straight at me, while holding a cup of coffee to her mouth: "He doesn't have to tell his mom everything he does." While she was saying this, she reached down with her left hand and idly scratched the herself in hair above her p*ssy. This is when I realized that she wasn't wearing a bra OR **. I could clearly see her ** and the medium blonde hair above her p*ssy.
I was such a young idiot, the only thing I could do was stare down into my bowl of Cheerios.
I still wonder to this day what that could have turned into.
**..........what a missed opportunity.
I used to mow lawns for spending money when I was in high school. One older lady had a huge lawn, front and back, it was over a half acre and she wanted me to do it once a week. She paid me $10, most were $3-$ in the area.
When doing the back she would leave her curtains open, so I saw her a few times in a bra, the windows were high enough I couldn't see the rest. When she paid me, she always had on shorts or a thin top with a bra, then one day it was clear there was no bra. I was bashful and turned bright red, she noticed and told me I was so cute to get all shy like that over a woman's **.
At one end were sliding glass doors, up until then the curtains had been drawn, the next week there she was, in just thin **. I didn't know what to do, so I just kept mowing and glancing at her. That was my first naked woman.
After that, she did that every week for the whole rest of the Summer and stayed ** when she paid me. I was getting braver, and just once I reached out to try and touch her, but she pulled away and said "Don't!"
My neighbor's (43 yo, widow) bedroom window faces mine. This started when on one night i saw her watching me changing my dress. Her room had dimmed light but I left lights on in my room to give her a good view. This has been going oñ for the last six months. Now i play with my hardon to her full view while she plays with her ** sitting closer to her window. it is hard to see her ** as she is in her ** on. I do give her **-signals with my hand. I am now 27 - waiting for her signal for more.....
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