He watches her tonight

It was after work one night - a year ago - at 7pm he was driving past that house. He pulled over to answer a phone call and with his indicator still on; he noticed a girl - about the age of 20 - in her room completely naked. He was dumbfounded, but still sat and watched in awe as he was speaking to his wife, "I said I'll be home soon, I just finished work". The house was a small one on a few acres that stood vacant in the middle a d a fence surrounding it. It was close to the road so it gave him a perfect view, and she never seemed to close her blinds. Her room was on the second floor.

She had brilliant breasts and her skin shimmered in the light. She was a petite, curvaceous girl and was completely unaware of this man watching her. He watched her put her underwear on, and then the rest of clothes and pulled her hair into a pigtail before turning the light off and closing the door to her room. After the show had finished, he pulled onto the road and headed home. He had to release the tension in his pants before he reached his own front door and acted as though he wasn't flustered at all...

The next night at 7pm he was driving past again, and stopped in the same spot, beside a gumtree. Much to his fulfillment, there she was standing naked with her back to the window. He noticed her cup each breast, and then drop it. Then she spun around to face the window and looked back around as though she was looking at a mirror. He couldn't contain his excitement so he released every bit of tension he had then and there. With that, he checked the time and off he went - home to his miserable life,

That night he imagined a young girl in his bed beside him, curled up to his chest. He imagined waking up, rolling over and feeling for her in the bed. Pulling her close to him and watching her as she opened her eyes telling him he was hers and always would be. There's something about a young girl, so innocent and unaware of her surroundings and not a care in life. Surely, a 40 year old man would only be dreaming, wouldn't he?

For the next few months, it was all he thought about. That mysterious girl in the double storey house, with her bedroom up the top. His thoughts were glamorous, and because of that - knowing he could watch her each night made him love his job even more. It was all he looked forward to, and the nights she wasn't there to greet him, he would go home and hope she hadn't moved out.

She saw him watching her a few times and sometimes she was concerned and creeped out so she would close the blinds to block his view. Other times, well, she let him watch. She thought there was no harm with him watching - he was just a miserable man with a dedication for lust. She felt sorry for him but also noticed his light beard and bald head and it made her tingle. He was exactly what she adored: an older man and an experienced-looking appearance. With his eyes dancing over her body, she knew she was what he wanted in return. Who knew you could meet your dream guy through the bedroom window?

One night, he was driving past slowly as he usually had and didnt notice her walking out to her car. She was dressed up for the occasion and she witnessed him slowing down as he approached her window. She saw him sitting there waiting patiently with his indicator on looking up into her bedroom. She decided she would turn the lights on outside and walk to her car ever so slowly. He turned to see who had switched the lights on, and before he got ready to drive away... He saw her dark brown hair, delicious thighs and wonderful boobs walking towards her car. She had a pencil skirt on, stockings and a white blouse. Like usual, she looked spectacular. She looked up and caught his eye and with that he put it into gear and he drove off.

The girl was as keen as he was... She found a piece of paper and a pen in her car. She had it ready for the next night... She would hang it on the fence before he got there. He would be gob-smacked knowing he had been caught out. It would read he should keep his eyes to himself and say he had a home to go too, and it wasn't hers... She would watch through her window as he took it, and read it quickly. He would then look up, hoping to catch her standing there once again. Maybe he would decide not to come back again, but maybe he would. It had been his daily routine for a year and nobody would think he would stop there... They would know he had always wanted more.

The next night at around 7pm she delivered the note to the fence. It hung in the same spot he parked right beside the gumtree. She hurried to her bedroom and sat and waited. Ten minutes had passed and he didn't arrive. She found herself still waiting at 7:30pm and by the time 8:00 pm came around, he still hadn't showed up. She was devastated. For the past year he had been there near that tree at or before 7:00pm. He wasn't coming tonight and maybe even never again. He probably got scared off, she thought, she shouldn't have had turned those lights on. She strolled down to the fence and removed the note and chucked it in the bin with a sigh.

The next day passed very slowly and she found herself thinking of him. She wondered if he would turn up unannounced once again and imagined if he didn't. At 7:00 pm, he was there waiting again and she was sitting on the step outside having a cigarette. She saw his car pulled up and walked right on over however he didn't see her coming. She scraped her fingernails against the rear panel of his car and walked to his window. He looked amazed when he saw her standing there right in front of him... All 5 foot and 2 inches of her curvaceous body and her brown eyes. "It was my turn to wait for you yesterday". she said, "But you didn't rock up so I thought the spying had ended. I am mighty glad to see you now". He mumbled a few words, shocked and mighty glad to see her too.

She asked him if he had anywhere to go and he told her he had a wife waiting at home. Previously, he had turned the car off just to talk. He wasn't here yesterday because his grandson was born.
"You obviously find more joy in watching me than spending the nights with her. She can wait".
She smirked as she held the door as he stepped out. She grabbed his hand and pulled him towards the house telling him they had all night and her parents weren't home until morning. He contemplated a lot of things if they had got caught: it could end a marriage and make her parents upset. She told him not to worry.

She led him up the stairs to the room he watched for a year. The mirror was in the same place he thought it was and even the light switch was familiar. He knew where she folded and placed her clothes after she was finished with them - on her bedside drawer. Her quilt was the same as what it was a year ago even after he watched her change it a few times. Now he was in her room, standing at her door, watching her undress...

"Come on, take your clothes off too", she suggests, "we don't have long". He quickly undressed as he walked up to her and touched her body. He felt the curve of her hips, and the arch of her back and smelt the smoke on her which was mixed with a breezy deodorant. He kissed her neck as he took her hair into his fist. He heard her shuffle her feet and find her balance as he made her weak at the knees. He heard her sigh and make other little noises and he knew he kissed her right. He licked her shoulder and tasted her skin as her perfume reached his nostrils. He walked her backwards to the bed and sat her down. She sat there looking up watching him with her brown eyes. He rested her head on the mattress and he lied on top of her - his leg between hers. She felt fragile under his fingertips; he didn't even know her name, only her address.

Her fingernails scratched his back as he traced kisses from her shoulder down to her waist. She was shaven with a patch of hair on her mound. He wanted to taste her and she raised her lips like she wanted it too. He kissed her thighs and eventually found himself at peace as the bundle found his tongue. She raised her hips again and let out a delighted sigh. She grabbed his head and pushed it in the further. He spent the next fifteen minutes bringing her to the edge and stopping, making her want it more. Her continuous panting and sweaty palms reminded him why he was with her and not with his wife - his wife didn't need it anymore. Eventually, his tongue dived inside her as he licked back up to her bulge and she began to moan uncontrollably as her body quivered, her back was raised and her head fell backwards... She needed it more than ever.

Next it was his turn, he rolled onto his back as she climbed on top and lowered herself down. Her knees were on the ground and he moved towards her. She took him in her mouth, before sliding her tongue to his sack. She nibbled and sucked and went back up to the tip. All she did was lick him there, rolled her tongue around the knob and down the shaft until his toes curled and he let out a sigh and he spurted all over her face. His eyes closed and he had a smile on his face like no time before. She watched his chest raise as she licked it all off him... He needed it more than ever.

She fell asleep beside him, and he lied beside her for awhile. He was looking out at the moon and at the alarm clock on her bedside table - 8:30pm. He slid off the bed and got changed, into his work clothes and looked in the mirror and fixed himself up. He took her notepad off her desk and wrote:
The past year has been incredible watching you through your window after work. I had a place to be when I was finished for the day and it was watching you. I learnt a lot from you - the way your prefer your hair at night, how you looked when you were tired and the look on your face when you saw someone watching you.
Now, I'm going back home to my wife and my kids and my day old grandson. However, this will be a night to remember.

He returned to his car, and drove off - never to return again. He watched her grow and change in that year; a stranger he once knew but never knew her name. He wondered what her name was and what life she had herself. Did she have a boyfriend, did she go to uni, did she work 7 days a week like him, how old was she, what else did she have planned for the night? He returned home, kissed his wife with the lips he had kissed that girl and told her he had worked later than he expected and he was sorry. He asked how his grandson was, and sat down with his wife on the couch. Later, they went to bed and she fell asleep beside him not even knowing what went on for the past year, and what had happened tonight. It will remain a secret to him while he watches her tonight...