He didn't think of himself as a creep. Really, who could blame him? Any guy would do the same thing, given the chance, right? He half believed that she knew he was watching. Some mornings, he was sure she looked right at him and touched herself as she did… Regardless of what she might be thinking, he enjoyed the show she put on for him.
Every morning, just before the sun was up, she'd get out of bed and pad around her apartment naked, switching on the lights as she went. The city was quiet, and the open windows let in the air of the summer morning. She'd put the tea on to boil and head back to her bedroom to slide on her tight little yoga shorts and a tank top. Back to the kitchen, quick cup of tea, then on to the living room to stretch and sweat…
He watched her breathlessly in the darkness behind his windows, and felt himself starting to swell. He stroked his growing hard-on through his boxers as she went through the ritual of her morning exercise. He never took his penis out until after she finished her yoga routine and peeled off her shorts and tank. As she bent to turn the water faucet on in the shower, it was his cue to turn himself loose.
Ah, now he could stroke himself openly. She climbed into the tub and pulled the translucent curtain shut behind her. He could see her less clearly, but he could still make out her form as she washed her hair, her face, her arms… each piece of her tight, smooth, and muscular body was a treasure she laid out before him. He eased his fist carefully, expertly over his penis, trying to hold on until it was time. He didn't want to come too soon.
His breathing became irregular as his excitement grew. She washed her thighs, her knees, her feet… almost there… He could barely hold on. He knew she'd take another moment to let the hot water just run over her before she got out of the tub. He spoke under his breath to her, "Hurry, hurry!" He felt himself about to lose control every morning during this final moment. Every day, he had to struggle with himself to hang on.
Finally, he saw the curtain come back, her hand pushing it out of the way so he could see her clean and freshly oiled body clearly again. She'd stand there only a moment before reaching for a towel. It was his moment. He let out a little moan as he came, wishing he knew her name so he could say it as he got off. He encouraged the last few drops from his waning penis as she wrapped herself in a thick yellow towel.
Perfect, just like every day.
He flopped back down on his bed as the sun came up and she began to turn off each of her lights. She dressed herself by the early morning sunlight, and she was once more invisible to him.
As she gathered up her purse and car keys, about to leave for work, she had that strange feeling of forgetting something again. She hated that feeling! And today, she finally remembered to grab up her list of the little items needed around the house. She scribbled one more thing at the bottom: blinds. That's it! That's what I keep forgetting! What if someone ever moved into that apartment across the alley? She got a creepy little shiver as the thought crossed her mind, and changed it to say - Blinds!
