It was 3:15am and she was waiting for him to get home
from work. He usually pulled into the parking space a
little before 3:30am, having worked the 3pm-3am shift
at a nearby police department. She was at her
window… watching.
Her apartment building was directly across the street
from his. Both apartment buildings were actually
remodeled office buildings that some Beverly Hills
millionaire turned into his pet project. The buildings
were about a mile off the beach on a hill overlooking
the ocean. They were fully remodeled with luxuries
like hardwood floors, jacuzzi bathtubs, and Italian
marble countertops.
The most unique feature of the buildings were the
windows. Instead of replacing the floor-to-ceiling
windows with a more conservative size, the building’s
owner refurbished the windows and made them able to
open completely. They pivoted on one side and could
swing inward like a giant shutter. The nicest benefit
to the big windows was that the ocean breeze lofted
the sheer curtains and set a romantic note to the
entire apartment. The apartments had a/c units, but
most tenants just opened the windows wide to cool off.
Her apartment overlooked his – she lived on the 5th
floor of her building and he was on the 4th floor
across the street. Her living room looked directly
down into his bedroom. She discovered this one
sleepless night… she was up at 3:30am with only the
TV on when she saw his bedroom light shine up from his
apartment below. She glanced out her open window and
saw him undressing in his bedroom. He wore a police
uniform.
Her first instinct was embarrassment and she ducked
behind the curtains so he wouldn’t see that his
privacy had been invaded. She peeked through the sheer
curtains that first time, like a little kid peeking
under the tree on Christmas morning. She felt her face
flush pink and she turned her head.
Yet… she felt she could not keep her eyes off of
him. He was alone in his apartment which he kept
spotless. She watched him undress and walk around
completely naked. He kept his small gym bag of ‘cop
stuff’ on the kitchen table.
His body was magnificent to her. He was physically
fit, yet not a huge body builder type. She liked the
way he moved. She felt her face get flushed again and
she ran to her bedroom and jumped into her bed and hid
under the covers, as if he had seen her watching him.
Two or three days later, she saw him again through her
window. This time, she was a little braver and she
stood closer in her window to get a better view of
him. She saw that sometimes he watched a small TV in
his bedroom as he undressed. He was about 5’8″, black
hair, and in his mid-30’s.
She noticed that while he had that sensual trail of
pubic hair leading down his gut from his belly button,
his chest and back were hairless. She stood there,
watching him, until the lights in his apartment went
out. Not knowing his real name, she named him “Tim”.
Some nights, he was already asleep in bed when she
went to peek at him. She started making notes to
herself and figured out that he worked 4 days a week.
She found herself grow restless on those 3 nights when
she was unable to watch him.
After watching him through the window for about 3
weeks, he finally noticed that she was watching him.
At first, he was a little freaked out about it, but
then he decided to have some fun with her. He had set
up a video camera to peek up at her when she stood in
her usual position in her living room window.
The video feed went to a small TV in his bedroom,
which was up against a wall. He was watching her watch
him and she didn’t even know it. One night, he
undressed quickly and jumped into the shower as soon
as he got home. He went and sat on the bed and waited
to see if she was watching. When he saw her face peek
around her curtains, he took his penis in his hand and
began to stroke it.
Up in her apartment, she was totally fascinated by
seeing a man masturbate. She felt herself becoming
moist the more she stood there and watched. When his
penis was fully erect, she subconsciously inched her
fingers into her panties and touched her clit.
The video feed didn’t really give much detail for him
to see, but he knew what she was doing. He stroked
himself faster now and saw that she was doing the
same. They reached orgasm simultaneously. He lay there
on his bed, letting her watch him, his cum drying on
his belly. She was mesmerized and didn’t move long
after he inched his way off the bed and went to the
bathroom to clean up.
After that night, she got even braver – she turned her
couch around to face the window – so she could lie
back on the pillows and still see him. Their mutual
masturbation went on 4 nights a week… sometimes
more. She noticed that he came quicker on the nights
when she used a dildo or a vibrator on herself.
She wanted to meet this man in person – but how would
you react if you ran into someone on the street that
you had seen naked without their knowledge? Let alone
seen masturbate? She wrote it off. Until about 3
months into this voyeuristic affair, when she saw a
note taped on the inside of his window.
The note read: “Call me, Mystery Woman on the 5th
floor – 555-1234”
She was mortified that he knew that she saw him, and
that he saw what she was doing… but after a few deep
breaths… she collected herself and picked up the
phone to dial his number.