Peeping the neighbour milf

It felt so… naughty. Does this make me a pervert? Does it mean I’m depraved? The muscles of my belly were tense and I barely breathed.

My family moved into a new house, about six months ago. After I had settled into my new room, I had discovered that from my window I can see straight into the bedroom of the neighboring house. The sole occupant of the residence was a man, about thirty, thirty five or so. And, well, he’s my subject of perversion.

I diligently observed the brightly lit square from between my thick curtains. I noticed the light come on from across the gap between our houses about ten minutes ago. I had scrambled to my bedroom door, turned the lock and checked it several times to ease the anxiety burning my throat. Peering through the miniscule opening in the curtains, I finally saw him.

His tan bronzed skin was covered in sheen, his red t-shirt darkened at the collar. He must have been working out. I fisted the drapes in excitement – that meant he would be taking a shower soon. I watched as he ran a hand through his damp, dark, hair and stretched his arms for a moment before disappearing from my view. His figure reappeared shortly in the backdrop of light, walking back and forth a few times, while, I can only assume, gathering his showering necessities.
I watched as he reached for the hem of his shirt and began pulling it up, followed by his undershirt, to reveal his firm abdomen. When his hand moved to the waist of his sweatpants, I did the same, tugging my panties down my thighs and cupping my warm mound.
His boxers came off, and, as always, I stared. I was somewhat disappointed to see that his cock was limp, but maybe later I would get to see it harden in his hand, bathed in the dim light of the T.V as he watched one of his favorite porn videos. I massaged my pussy a little.
A towel was thrown over his muscled shoulder and fresh clothes were laid on the bed. He walked through the bathroom door and out of my sight.

I collapsed onto the floor beneath the window, my hands thrown over my face.

His name is Damien.

And I… I’m only nineteen. He’s thirty- something! I can’t believe how weird this is. I remember when my family first moved in and my mom invited him to have dinner with us. I hadn’t heard much about him, only that he was ‘a pleasant man, works in an office a few blocks from the bank,’ according to my father. Of course, I didn’t bother to style my hair or wear a nice outfit. I regret it now.

He probably thinks I’m just a quiet, shy, plain girl. I’ve been seeing him a lot more since summer break started. My mother volunteered me a few times to help him around the house, since he lives all alone. I always try to look pretty, but not excessively so. I don’t think he really notices, though.

A faint sound alerted me to Damien’s return. I reassumed my position at the window and gripped each side of the curtain to part it inconspicuously and look through. My window was open, and so was his, so there was no glass to obstruct my clear view. He seemed to have dried off in the bathroom and was now getting dressed. I sighed contently and reached down to stroke gently at my swollen clitoris. I pulled up my camisole and rubbed my perky dark nipples against the velvety drapes. Soft moans escaped my throat and I almost hoped Damien would hear me. The thought both thrilled and terrified me.

Damien stood shirtless at his collection of DVDs, most likely selecting a porn film to watch. I flicked my fingers quickly across my clit and moaned a little louder. I wanted him! Damien turned away from his DVDs and walked toward the window, affording me a closer view of the dark covering of hair on his broad chest. He stopped, his entire body going still, and then took another step closer to look out of his window. I tightened my hold on the curtain, my heart speeding up from my coming orgasm and from how close he was.

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