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The Voyeur…

At 2:12 p.m. precisely, her car purrs onto her driveway, its tyres crunching upon the white gravel. The door swings open to reveal a pair of black leather stilettos perched on the end of shapely, nylon enveloped legs. The driver eases herself from the car before reaching back inside to retrieve her handbag and laptop. Her rounded ass points skyward as she stoops, her short, navy skirt clinging to its contours. She rights herself, smoothing down her clothing as she pushes the car door shut which a swish of her hip.

She has a figure to die for, the perfect hourglass and, with her hair pulled back in a neat bun, she looks every inch the sophisticated professional, the no-nonsense career woman working hard for a living. She rummages in her handbag for her house keys and, finding them, heads for her front door to let herself in.

I re-position my scope, focusing it on her kitchen. I’ve just completed the adjustments when she appears through the doorway. She unbuttons her jacket and tosses it onto the counter. Her shoes are kicked into a corner and her hair unpinned, allowing it to tumble down her back in a cascade of golden waves.

She has beautiful hair, deep red and naturally wavy. When it catches the sunlight it appears to burst into flame, the rich auburn tones reflecting the sunlight with startling vibrancy. She gives her mane a shake. I love it when she does that. It’s one of the endearing little habits I find so arousing.

She’ll make herself a sandwich now. That’s her routine. My Juliette’s a predictable creature, regimented. Lunch will take exactly three minutes to prepare and five to devour. The timing never deviates. She eats at her breakfast bar facing out onto her garden - facing me. I see her clearly, every detail; the rise and fall of her chest as she breathes, every twitch of the muscles in her beautiful face.

My viewing platform is my house, my spare bedroom to be precise. My semi-detached property overlooks the rear of hers and, with no high fences or trees between our gardens, I can see straight into her kitchen… and her bedroom.

I watch her every day. I used to peep through a crack in my curtains, catching glimpses of her as she moved around. These days I use a telescope, its lens carefully concealed amongst an assortment of toys and ornaments I’ve placed along my windowsill. It’s well disguised, I’ve checked from my garden. And the viewing quality is phenomenal.

Juliette wipes her mouth, her long, delicate finger removing a smear of mayonnaise from her lips. I feel the first stirrings in my loins as I watch her suck the creamy sauce from the tip of her finger. I tingle at the unconscious sultriness of her actions, the sheer feminine sexiness. God how I wish that was spunk, my spunk, deposited upon her lips.

Juliette gets to her feet and dusts down her blouse. Her hand grazes a nipple as it brushes past. I see it harden, the outline visible beneath her tight garments, triggering a longing desire inside me. I ready myself to move the scope. She’ll go up to her bedroom now. She always does.

I need to wait until she’s out of sight: I don’t want her seeing movement, I don’t want to give myself away. I sit patiently, motionless, as she rinses her plate and trots stocking-footed towards the staircase.

Quick!

My respiratory rate increases as I re-position my lens. I have approximately thirty seconds to do it. Whatever focus I achieve in that time will have to suffice. Past failures to home-in on the right spot, or achieve a sharp image, have proved frustrating. There. Done. Not a moment too soon.

Juliette walks into her bedroom and her transformation gets underway. I watch with bated breath as she unbuttons her silky blouse and peels it off. She sheds the business-woman façade emerging as a sexual nymph, a lusty temptress in delicious lingerie, who’ll tease me and tempt me until I come.

I wonder what she’s wearing today. The anticipation makes me breathless… “Ah yes,” I sigh as she reveals a pink lacy bra with the tiny red bows.

It’s my favourite. I love that one. It’s semi-transparent so I can see her large, dark nipples protruding through the material. My pulse quickens as I ogle the breasts all trussed up in their tantalisingly skimpy cradle. Oh, they’re so milky white and I love the way those soft, rounded orbs jiggle when she moves. Juliette’s wonderfully voluptuous, her breasts are magnificent. I’ve never seen a finer pair.

My eye remains glued to the scope as Juliette unclasps her skirt and slides it to the floor. I gawp at her nylon clad legs and the pink, lacy panties that hide her intimate parts. She pushes her thumbs under the waistband of her pantyhose and rolls them down. Sitting on the edge of her bed, she kicks the gossamer thin material off her feet. She wriggles her toes and rubs them before stretching and moving away, out of my line of sight.

I wait. I daren’t move my scope to follow her. She might see.

She doesn’t disappear for long and I’m soon gazing up and down her sleek torso with its perfectly proportioned bumps and rounded belly. I find her body incredibly attractive. It arouses me like no-one else. She’s gorgeous. One day I’ll tell her that.

2:34 p.m. Juliette glances at her watch and a smile creeps across her face.

“That’s right,” I whisper, “you have time. There’s plenty of time.”

I sit on my bed, the scope held firmly against my eye, as my precious Juliette lays back on her pillows. I know what she’s going to do next and I live for this moment. Oh yes… here she goes… Juliette’s eyes flutter and close. Her hands move to her breasts caressing them, fondling them.

I long for her to remove her bra and expose herself to me, but Juliette never gives me that pleasure. She denies me the chance to see her nipples, hardened and aroused, so I content myself with imagining her naked. I picture myself touching those breasts and dare to imagine their flavour as my tongue laps over them. How wonderful it would feel to take her nipples into my mouth and suck them, hard… “Oh yes,” I moan softly.

More stirrings, my cock is swelling.

Juliette’s delicate hands glide down her abdomen, running over her smooth stomach and across her thighs. Oh God, I love this next bit… she raises her hips and grasps her panties, sliding them down and hooking them over her feet. I catch a fleeting glimpse of her snatch before her knees pull-up blocking my view. I hold my breath. “Come on… more.”

Her hands delve between her thighs, her fingers finding the moist slit hidden from my longing eyes. She lets out a sigh and allows her thighs to fall open.

“Oh yes, good girl, that’s it. Let me see you…oh yes, that’s good.” I can see everything: her neatly trimmed pubic hair, her soft pink slit. “Oh yes…”

My body responds to the sight my eyes are drinking in - my pulse surges and I shudder as a delightfully nasty stickiness seeps into my boxers.

My darling temptress writhes on her bed, masturbating before me. I watch, transfixed, as her fingers stroke her sensitive pussy. The sight never fails to amaze me. She thrusts her fingers into her mouth, coating them with glistening saliva, before plunging a slick finger deep inside her hungry slit.

My cock throbs and my hot breath leaves a mist on my window pane as Juliette finger fucks herself in front of me. I study her movements; slow circles which gradually progress into harder rubbing interspersed with deep thrusts inside her vagina. Her delicate opening widens, swells, swallowing up first one finger then more before spitting them out all covered in juices. She raises her glistening fingers to her lips, greedily lapping at her own secretions. She sucks her fingers clean, writhing with pleasure at the sweet taste.

I wish I was there. I wish I could touch her. I’d lick her out, sucking up every drop of that juicy milk and swallowing it back. I’d nibble on her hardened clit and penetrate her with my tongue. I'd feel the velvety softness of her cunt and the squeeze of her vaginal walls as they contracted, stimulated by my oral expertise.

My hand reaches for my groin. It’s scorching.

Juliette’s slender fingers rub her clit frantically now, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she gasps for breath. Her orgasm’s building fast and it won’t be long before she comes. I wonder what she thinks about as she pleasures herself…could it be me? Is it possible that she knows I watch her? No of course not. She probably thinks of her husband or some random, sexy film star. Not me. Not yet at least.

I’ve Googled Juliette. I've learned all I can about her. Juliette Martin is a part-time financial adviser, part-time mum and the perfect wife. But Google’s wrong: my Juliette is so much more than that. She has a naughty side, a devilishly sluttish kink which makes her masturbate without closing her curtains. Anyone could see her - it just happens to be me. I think she likes the idea of having an audience, it’s an integral part of her sexual fantasies… what if I’m wrong?

Juliette’s body begins to shudder. She’s reached her climax. Her back arches and her legs slam together trapping her fingers as she strokes herself through the waves of ecstasy. Her muscles convulse. She groans, quivers and falls limply backward. It’s over in a matter of seconds and my precious girl lies still, breathing hard. A smile of contentment illuminates her angelic face.

Suddenly, she sits up. Her sparkling blue eyes target my window. 

Oh God, did I knock the scope? Did she see movement? I hold my breath terrified that I’ve given myself away. No, wait, she doesn’t look angry or scared. What is that look on her face? I can’t place it. I see the corners of her mouth turn upwards…she does know I’m here, doesn’t she?

Juliette suddenly glances at her watch and bites her lip.

I breathe again. She hasn’t seen me, I’m being paranoid. I watch her grab her dressing gown and scurry away. It’s a part of her routine, it’s normal. She’s gone for a shower and will be out of my sights for the next three minutes. I sit back on my bed and close my eyes…my turn.

Lying back, I hastily slip off my sweatpants and boxers. My hands work my cock into a frenzy, bringing on a rapid climax. I replay Juliette’s actions over and over in my mind, letting myself imagine I’m in the room with her - kissing her, touching her, pushing my fingers inside her wet hole…

“Oh God…”

My hard cock burns beneath my palms and my balls tighten.

“Yes… oh Juliette, yes…”

I feel the release as my load shoots from my pulsating head, covering my hand with creamy spunk. I keep stroking as the waves of bliss subside and my penis slowly deflates. My orgasm is much like hers; brief but satisfying. I’ll bring myself to climax again before the day’s done, and I’ll come much harder. But for now, I’m content. And I don’t want to miss the end of the show. Juliette hasn’t finished yet. I wipe myself with tissues, pull-up my clothing and settle back into position behind the scope.

2:58 p.m. She’s back. Her face is wet and a baggy, white dressing gown covers her. My eyes widen as her toweling garment is shed. But my saucy lady disappoints me. She stands with her back to the window, allowing only a rear view of her luscious nakedness.

“Turn around Juliette, please turn around,” I mutter under my breath.

She doesn’t. She never does. Her spine distorts, curving, snakelike as she wriggles into her bra and panties. She likes to tease, to leave me wondering what those soft orbs of hers look like fully exposed. She’s a seductress, a Siren luring me towards her. And I want her. Oh yes, I want her so badly.

Juliette dresses quickly, transforming herself once more. I watch the metamorphosis from sexual goddess to down-to-earth, jeans and t-shirt wearing ‘school-run-mum,’ no different from any other. She runs a comb through her hair and applies a touch of make-up. Her performance is over for today.

I often wonder if she displays herself to her husband at night or if I’m the sole recipient of her sexual charms. I can’t tell. He comes home late and the curtains are always drawn before he gets back. I don’t know what she does alone with him. I hope she doesn’t fuck him. I hate thinking about them together. It won’t always be that way. One day she’ll be mine.

At 3:02 p.m. Juliette does something she’s never done before and it sends my heart into palpitations. She walks towards the window, leans on the sill and gazes out. Her eyes scrutinise my window, analysing it. Her focus lands directly on me for the second time. Her gaze lingers on my net curtains and the collection of teddy bears, snow globes and books which camouflage the end of my scope. I get the sudden, crazy urge to stand up and wave to her. I want to reveal myself, but I know I mustn’t. It’s not the right time.

A slight frown furrows her brow. She stares at our neighbour’s greenhouse, bothered by something she sees. Then she turns away.

I breathe again. I’m not ready to make a move on her but I will, eventually. For now, I’m content to enjoy our liaisons as they are. I love the private connection we have and I’m not going anywhere. I’m patient. I love her and one day I’ll hear her say she loves me.

3:06 p.m. Juliette exits from my view and, in one minute’s time, she’ll be gone. She’ll go downstairs, find her comfy shoes and her car keys, then I’ll see her dive into her car. It’s school run time, the end of her break from reality. When she returns she won’t be my Juliette anymore, she’ll turn off the kink in her personality. She’ll be the devoted mother, the loving wife and homemaker - not the Juliette I get for a few precious minutes every afternoon. I’ll see that Juliette again at precisely 2:12pm tomorrow. I’m happy with that.

*

The Exhibitionist…

At 2:12 p.m. precisely I pull on to my driveway. It’s my favourite time of day and my pulse races with anticipation. I open the car door, hitch my skirt up a little and swing my legs out. I know you’ll be watching and I want you to see my shapely calf muscles, enveloped in black nylon. My pantyhose are new. I chose them with you in mind. Do you like them? They’re sheer and make my legs look silky and slender. I look sexy, don’t you think? Especially when I wear them with my favourite black stilettos.

I ease myself up out of the driving seat then reach back inside the car to retrieve my handbag and laptop. It’s a deliberate move; bending over at this angle gives you a fantastic view of my nicely rounded derriere. I hope you’ve spotted the changes I’ve made to my skirt? I took it in last night to make it tighter. Can you see how beautifully it clings to my ass?

Umm, I can feel your eyes on me. You’re making me feel so sexy and desirable. I smooth down my skirt and jacket, running my hands over the contours of my breasts and hips. You like my figure, don’t you? You love my curvaceous bumps. Why else would you watch me so devotedly every day? I smile inwardly as I notice the tiniest movement of your net curtains as your breath ruffles the material. I was right, you are there. I’m delighted. You and I are going to have a lot of fun together.

I close the car door with a flick of my hip. It clicks shut quietly. I slam it at work and I do the same when I pick Charlie up from school. I’m a door slamming sort of person but I act differently in front of you. I don’t want to startle you, make you jump and knock your telescope. I wouldn’t want to ‘out’ you before you’re ready to reveal yourself. That would never do, would it? I rummage through my handbag for my house keys and head for my front door.

“Okay,” I breathe, “show time.”

I make a beeline for my kitchen, allowing my eyes to lift for a second to peruse your window. Yes, there you are, waiting patiently. You’re so faithful. I can just make out your outline behind the thick nets you’ve hung across your window. I stand in front of my patio doors to give you the best view of me whilst I unbutton my jacket and casually toss it onto the counter. I kick off my shoes, making sure you get another look at my stocking clad legs.

I stretch, pushing my breasts out as I do so, then I pull the hairpins from my head, shaking out my locks as they tumble down my back. I’ve had my hair re-styled. I’ve had it cut and coloured. Did you notice? Do you like it? I bet you do. There, I’ll give it another shake - see the colour? It shimmers. Gorgeous isn’t it?

My stomach rumbles. I’m starving and I don’t have much time, a mere fifty-five minutes before I need to be out the door again. I prepare a sandwich which I eat at the breakfast bar. a place I know you'll have a clear view of me. I give you a smile. Just a tiny one.

I like having your company. Your presence excites me. Your scope will be pointing at me right now and you’ll refocus it onto my bedroom when I go upstairs. Then you watch me intently as I lie on my bed and masturbate in front of you. God, I love that, being watched makes me so hot. I’ll bring myself to an earth-shattering orgasm, knowing you’re watching every move and getting off on it. You’re a sick voyeur, a dirty pervert, and I love that!

Your house overlooks the rear of mine. Our gardens are attached. I spotted you spying on me shortly after Tom and I moved in and I found your voyeurism fascinating. You watched me all the time; in my garden and in my house. You lavished me with attention and I soon began to find your constant surveillance a turn-on. I liked being watched and the more it happened, the more I craved it. I love having my very own watcher.

Do you recall the first time things escalated? The day I decided to give you something worth watching? I do. Oh God, I came hard that day. I felt so naughty stripping down to my underwater right in front of my bedroom window with the curtains open. I did it slowly, purposefully, hoping you’d look and, when I saw your curtain twitch, a flame was ignited inside me. I burned with desire and aching lust.

I got a bit carried away, remember? I lay down on my bed and finger fucked myself roughly, screaming out my orgasm when I came. I’m not sure how much you saw, peering around your curtains like that. It was enough to make you come back for more.

Oh yes, you think I’m sexy, don’t you? You find me irresistible. And now you’ve got a telescope…congratulations! You see every detail when I fuck myself these days, don’t you? Have you any idea how sick that is and how fucking wet it makes me? Oh God, you make me horny. I get sticky thinking about you.

I wish we had more time together; I’d love to have all day. I’d bring myself to orgasm again and again whilst you jerked-off behind your curtain, your cum splattering everywhere.

I glance up at your telescopic lens and stifle a laugh. You think that thing’s hidden, don’t you? Well, to tell you the truth, it took me a while to spot it. I knew you were up to something when you placed that odd assortment of items on your windowsill, but I didn’t spot the scope. Not at first. I found it easily enough with Tom’s field glasses. There it was pointing straight at me. Good disguise, but not good enough.

Don’t get me wrong, I don’t mind. On the contrary, as soon I knew you had a telescope I stepped-up my performance. I gave you little extras for your viewing pleasure; a shake of my ass, a hand brushing against my nipples, a tongue moistening my lips. Oh yes, I’m quite the artiste and, now that you can see the intricate details of my act, I’m in my element.

It turns me on to tease you. I’m fired up already. My panties feel moist and I’ve got that delightful tingling in my pussy. Time to play with you… hmm, let me see… I’ve got a little mayonnaise on my lips... I wonder if it’ll get you hot to watch me lick it off? I’ll do it provocatively, one finger in my mouth, sucking absentmindedly… oh yes, you moved I saw you!

You randy bastard, you like that, don’t you? I bet you pretended it was cum I was licking off my lips. Yours, perhaps. You’d love me to close my lips around your stiff little cock and suck on it till your cum explodes down my throat…

“Oh God…”

Twinges in my cunt… I’m wet, soaking. I want to touch myself.

I glance at my kitchen clock: 2:23 p.m. I need to get going if I’m to achieve a truly satisfying orgasm.

I dust down my blouse making sure my hand glances across my nipples. I feel them harden, standing proud beneath my thin silky blouse. I want to touch them again. I like touching them. But I can’t. I mustn’t. I don’t want you to know I’m playing with you. That would spoil the game, wouldn’t it?

I rinse my plate, wipe down the counter then gather up my discarded clothing. I provide you with another good view of my ass as I stoop to retrieve my shoes. Then I head for the stairs, racing up them two at a time.

It’s all part of the fun. I know you re-position your scope whilst I’m out of sight and, if I run, I shorten the time you have to do it. That’ll get your adrenaline going. I have to admit, you’re good. I’ve never yet seen your scope moving, although you’re not quite so careful with your curtains, are you? You obviously don’t realise I can see your outline through them. Tut-tut, such an oversight.

Now I’m going to treat you to a seductive striptease. You love that, don’t you? I stand in the middle of the room, centre stage, directly in front of my huge picture windows. I begin by slowly unbuttoning of my blouse, peeling it off to reveal the soft, pale flesh beneath. I close my eyes, imagining you getting aroused by the sight of my body as I wriggle free of my business-woman clothing and emerge as a sexual nymph, a lusty temptress who’ll tease you to the brink of orgasm.

“Oh yes…”

Hot juices ooze from my cunt, slimy and wet. My hands caress my breasts, my erect nipples showing through the semi-transparent bra. I turn to face you, giving you a better look. I adjust my bra straps making my breasts jiggle and bounce. You like it when they do that, don’t you? Too bad, that’s all you’ll get today. You’ll have to be patient if you want more.

I turn my attention to my skirt, unclasping it and letting it fall to the floor. Now for my pantyhose. You begin to fidget as soon as I touch them. I think you like nylons, or perhaps you have a foot fetish. Let’s see now… I roll my pantyhose down carefully, running my fingertips lovingly down my legs as I do so. I rub my feet, pretending my impractical shoes have dug into them. Oh, my goodness, look at you - you can’t keep still! I rub a little harder making sure you can see the blissed-out expression on my face. I giggle inwardly, knowing I’m having quite an effect on you. Is your little cock stiff? Is it paining you?

Okay, enough. Time’s ticking on and I have one more trick I need to play before I bring myself to orgasm. I stand-up and stretch dramatically so that my boobs almost pop out of my bra, then I move across the room out of your line of sight. It’s a game, a test to see if you’ll move your scope to follow me. I wait, staring at your window, watching for movement.

Nothing. Damn, you’re patient. Not a twitch. You remain still, hunched over your telescope like a statue.

A sudden fit of giggles makes me crumple to the floor. I’m so evil, so cruel. Poor you. I shouldn’t taunt you. I take pity on you and don’t have the heart to keep you waiting. Besides, my own urge for sex is intense, the flames of desire fanned by our cat and mouse interactions. No more teasing, I’ve done enough. I move to my bed, the focus of your scope.

I want this, I need it. I crave the thrill of masturbating in front of you. I love the immoral wickedness of it. I’m a whore, a filthy slut who fingers herself in full view of a stranger. It’s wrong, naughty. It’s not the way a respectable wife and mother should behave. I lie back on my pillows and close my eyes. I can feel you watching me, adoring me, lusting after me. My hands begin to wander.

I fondle my breasts, squeezing and caressing them, twisting my sensitive nipples. I long to take my bra off but I resist. I need to keep you interested. I need you to want more. I dare to imagine that you’re in the room with me, your hot breath scorching my skin as your tongue rasps over my hardened nipples. Your lips envelop my sensitive buds, pulling them into you hot, wet mouth, sucking hard…

“Oh yes.” I moan softly.

My hands glide down my abdomen, stroking my smooth stomach and descending towards my loins. I raise my hips and slide my panties down my legs, hooking them over my feet. I offer you a fleeting glimpse of my snatch before pulling my knees up to block your view. I picture your frustration. The image amuses me…and arouses me. My hands delve between my thighs, fingers finding the moist slit hidden from your longing eyes. I stroke my clit, moving my fingers in slow circles, touching myself in exactly the right spot.

“Ooh, that feels so good.” I let out a deep involuntary sigh and allow my knees to fall open. “Go on, look,” I mutter under my breath. “Take a good look at my pussy. Watch me fucking myself.”

My soft, pink slit gapes as the heavenly stimulation of my well-practiced routine makes it tingle and swell. My breathing quickens, my pulse surges and I shudder as a delightfully nasty stickiness seeps from within me, lubricating my movements. My body begins to writhe. I have no control over it. The physical stimulation sends pulses of mouth-watering pleasure rippling through my body whilst your ever watchful presence magnifies the sensations tenfold. You can see my body quaking, you can see how good this feels. I move my head from side to side as the first twinges of my orgasm make me convulse.

“Oh, Oh…”

I want to bring it on. I want to feel the jolts as my body becomes a slave to its own climax. I thrust my fingers into my mouth covering them with slick, wet saliva, then plunge my index finger deep inside my welcoming slit.

“Oh yes, yes!”

Through half-shut eyes, I see a mist of condensation forming on your window. Good, your breath must be hot and fast. You’re enjoying yourself as much as I am. Is your pulse racing?

Mine is. I finger fuck myself frantically, imagining you touching yourself as you watch me. I intersperse the rubbing with deep thrusts inside my vagina and, when one finger no longer fills me, I introduce another and another. My hungry cunt swallows them up, spitting them out all covered in slippery juices. I lick my fingers greedily, sucking my fingers clean before plunging them back inside my dripping hole.

You’d like to lap up my juices, wouldn’t you? You’d love to press your lips up against my pussy and suck up every drop of juicy milk I squirt into your waiting mouth. You’d swallow it back, relishing the sweet flavour. Oh yes, you’d quiver all over as you tasted the slippery deliciousness of my vagina. You’d thrust your tongue deep inside me, groaning when you felt the squeeze of my velvety walls as you stroked them towards a crushing orgasm.

My cunt’s scorching. I’m going to come. My body twitches violently as my climax sweeps through me. The sheer pleasure makes me cry out. I arch my back and slam my legs together, trapping my fingers as I stroke myself through the waves of ecstasy. The ripples subside leaving behind a peaceful tranquility so different from the fiery build-up. I flop on my pillows, breathing hard, an erasable smile upon my lips.

Suddenly I have an idea, a pleasingly cruel one. I sit up abruptly and stare straight at you. To my utmost amusement, I see you jump. I fight to contain my laughter but fail to stop the corners of my mouth from turning upwards… Oh, crap, you saw that! You weren’t meant to… I quickly look away, biting my lip and grabbing my alarm clock in the hope you’ll interpret my strange behaviour as anxiety over the time. I scurry away towards the bathroom, grabbing my dressing gown as I go. I hope to God I haven’t scared you away.

Time to watch the watcher.

I cautiously peep around the blind covering my bathroom window. I can still make out your shape in your bedroom and find myself greatly relieved. I watch you disappearing backward and see you push your trousers to the floor. You’re going to jerk-off. You usually do while I’m in the shower.

Do you think of me when you’re wanking? I think you do. I hope you do. I observe you for a moment then leave you to it. I’m running out of time and need to get a move on. As the refreshing jets of my shower cascade over me, I think about you tugging at your cock, rubbing it, stroking it, feeling it swell until your balls tighten and your cum jettisons out. Hmm, that’s what you’re doing right now, isn’t it Adam?

Oh yes, I know who you are. I asked the neighbours about you and I’ve googled you. Your name’s Adam Craven and you work nights as a security guard. I’ve seen you in your uniform. It suits you. You’re good looking in a quirky kind of way. I like that. I saw you in the supermarket once, at the far end of my aisle. I walked towards you intending to introduce myself but you bolted the second you set eyes on me.

I finish my shower and check your window: you’re back in position behind the scope. 2:58 p.m. Damn! The school run’s imminent, I’ve got mere minutes.

I charge back into my bedroom, face gleaming with moisture, baggy white dressing gown covering my nakedness. I stand with my back to the window as I disrobe, allowing you a rear view of my nude body. That should make you smile. I make my ass dance, teasing you whilst I wriggle into fresh underwear.

Time’s up. I need to hurry. I can’t be the sexual temptress anymore. Reality approaches and soon I’ll be held in its vice-like grip… school run, swimming lesson, tea, housework, bedtime for Charlie. I need to be ‘Mum’ and my transformation has to happen fast. I dress quickly, pulling on jeans and a sweater.

As I dress I think of Tom… and you. Wouldn’t it be exciting if I could persuade Tom to leave the curtains open when we fuck at night? I think you’d enjoy seeing Tom and me fucking. He’s good, he’s passionate. He likes to take me from behind so you’d get a great view of his fat cock sliding in and out of my pussy as he fucks me. You could watch through your scope, see his muscles ripple and his buttocks tense as he drives his cock into me, again and again. Oh yes, that would make you come, wouldn’t it? The idea excites me. Perhaps I could engineer it to happen before I move away?

Hmm, you don’t know about that, do you? You’re not aware that our time together is running out. You’ll know when the ‘for sale’ sign goes up. I’m sorry to be leaving you but Tom’s daily commute is killing him and he gets home so late at night. Life will be much easier for him once we’re living closer to his work and I’ll see much more of him.

3:02 p.m. I have to go but first I do something else I’ve never done before - I walk towards the window, lean on the sill and gaze out, blatantly scrutinising your window.

“Come on, show yourself.” I see movement and, for a split second, I think you’re going to stand up and wave at me. I freeze, a slight frown furrowing my brow. “Go on… do it,” I urge through clenched teeth.

Your shadow doesn’t move. You’re not ready and I shouldn’t push you. I look away, staring hard at the neighbour's greenhouse, gazing long enough to make you think I’m interested in that, not you. Perhaps it’s better that way, to keep you as my secret watcher. You get off on the illicit nature of our connection as much as I do. We add a touch of secretive naughtiness to each other’s daily routines. I’ll miss that, I truly will.

3:06 p.m. I head for the stairs, blowing you a kiss as soon as I’m hidden from view. I think I’ll expose my breasts to you tomorrow, give you some full-frontal nudity. I know you’d like that and you deserve it. I’m going to give you the show of your life. Hell, why not? I’ve nothing to lose.

“Until tomorrow, my loyal voyeur. And look out, you’re in for a treat!”