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I had greatly enjoyed eyeballing Jenny, the lady who lived in the house behind us, every time I saw her. I found her very attractive, in kind of a simple, wholesome way. She was probably about 30 to 35 years old, 5-foot-6 (more or less), very slender, with medium-length curly black hair, narrow but well-defined hips, a very small waist, and superb little tits. I'd often wondered if she looked as marvelous with her clothes off as I suspected.
One Tuesday afternoon, while the wife was off to her Girl Scout meeting, I was out in the back yard planning yet another gardening project when I happened to look up at the second story of Jenny's house, and what I saw was quite a surprise. Jenny was standing in one of the windows, her back toward the outside, and she was (as far as I could tell, since I could only see her from the waist up), wearing nothing at all. I found myself staring at that window, wondering if she might turn around. I thought about moving into a position with a better view, but was afraid I'd miss something. Besides, with so many trees in both our yards, I might not be able to find a better location. So there I stood, watching, waiting, wondering why she was just standing there. Her arms appeared to be crossed in front of her, and she wasn't moving, didn't appear to be talking to anyone; she just stood there, her pale skin bright against the darkness inside the room.
Finally she began to turn, ever so slowly, toward the window. I could feel my heart pounding in anticipation. Was I really going to see those small, fine breasts that I had imagined? As she reached the point where I began to see more than just the back of her I realized that here arms were indeed folded in front, covering her chest, so I couldn't see her tits. I looked up at her face, and saw that she was looking right at me with an undecipherable look. We were obviously close enough that I knew she could see that I was looking at her. I didn't know what to do for sure. I knew the "right" thing would be to turn away and depart the area. But for some reason, I just couldn't. I had to wait and see what, if anything, she was going to do next. Still, I was concerned that her husband or my wife might show up, see me watching her, and do something I'd regret. Then I remembered that it was still early in the afternoon because I had left work early so the wife could go to her meeting. Nevertheless, her husband could get home early, too, and my wife's meeting could have been canceled. But I just couldn't pass up this possibility to see more of her naked body. After what seemed like forever with us just looking at each other, she smiled, turned, and walked away. I stood there for a long time, hoping she'd return for the rest of the "show," but finally decided to give it up as another foolish hope for a cheap thrill.
I thought about that "afternoon delight" a lot in the ensuing days, and looked for her whenever I was out in the yard, or driving by her house. I saw her a few times as I drove by the front of her house, and we both smiled at each other as we passed, but we never spoke, and I was too timid to take any sort of action to make direct contact with her about the window episode.
Then, on another Tuesday afternoon, when I was finishing my exercise routine and getting ready to take a shower, I saw Jenny in her back yard, looking toward the sliding glass doors that lead to the deck outside our bedroom window. "I wonder if she would like a return of the favor?" I thought. "What the heck -- let's give it a try!" So I took off my sweats, leaving only my jock strap on, and proceeded to the right side of the sliders. I pulled back the sheer curtain liners, so that she could see in more clearly. I peeked around the edge of the door to see if she was still alone and watching.
She was.I slowly walked into the center of the doors, with my back to the outside, just as Jenny had done. I stood there like that for a few seconds, then I slowly turned toward the doors. When I finally reached the point where I could see where Jenny had been standing, I couldn't see her. "Shit!" I thought. Then I turned all the way around, and saw her. She had moved closer to the fence that separates our yards, and was looking right at me, smiling. I smiled back, and started to wave, but she suddenly turned and walked toward her house. "Dammit!" I thought. "What the fuck is going on here?"
Then I saw Tim, her husband, coming out into the yard. Just as I had feared, he too had come home early. I jumped back and closed the curtain sheers, thinking he was going to see me. He was not looking for anything like that, fortunately. He just proceeded out to their storage shed at the back of their yard. "Whew!" I could finally breathe again.
As I took my shower, I couldn't help but wonder what would have happened if Tim had not shown up. Worse yet, what if he had shown up without Jenny realizing it and he'd seen what was happening? "I better forget this whole nonsense, before I get in big trouble," I thought.
Try as I might, I couldn't get the idea out of my head that I had to find out just how far Jenny might want this "lookey-loo" stuff to go. I had just gotten myself into pretty good shape for a guy in his forties, and would enjoy showing off to her again, and I thought maybe she needed to have someone other than Tim appreciate her loveliness, as well. It was even possible that she was attracted to me enough to want to go beyond a visual relationship.
The very next Tuesday, I saw Jenny at her window again, her bare backside to the window, the thin tan line once again hinting at joys not yet beheld. I waited for quite a while. Then, finally, she began to slowly turn toward the window, arms crossed, just as before. When our eyes met, she very, very slowly began to move her arms outward, toward her sides. She kept her forearms at just the right position such that I could not yet see her tits. When she got to the point where only her hands covered her tits, she stopped.
I looked up at her face and nodded approval, as if to say "go ahead." To my chagrin, she didn't move her hands, but rather, she shook her head "No." Confused, I put my arms out to the side, tried to look sad, and mouthed an exaggerated "PLEEEEASE." Again, she shook her head, but then, in one motion, she removed her hands from her breasts, and turned quickly away, so fast that I only got a glimpse of her nipples (at least I think I did, but I had forgotten to put my glasses on, so I wasn't positive). Disappointed, I stood there a short while to see if she'd return. When she didn't, I went back inside. I was really excited, so I rushed my exercises, and when I got in the shower I made certain that my cock got REALLY clean! .....continues.....
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