The Unwitting Peeper

Although I had seen my neighbor on a handful of occasions we never me.  She was a nurse who worked from 4pm till 11pm while my wife and I worked day jobs. Having only seen her in passing, nothing about her stood out to me and if we had ran into each other elsewhere I would not have known who she was. In the evenings after a busy day, my wife and I would go to bed by 10, fool around a bit then I would get up and wait for Johnny Carson to come on and watch his opening monologue, his conversation and joking with Ed McMahon, hopefully a skit as one of his many characters, and occasionally wait for a few of his guests. On this particular evening it was pleasantly cool out so I waited on the porch till Johnny came on the air. The neighbor’s house was in darkness, when suddenly the lights came on…she had come home from work.  In a few minutes the bedroom light came on and could see a slight shadow of her thru the closed curtains. I thought nothing of it until she came to the back door, opened it, looked out and gave me a startled look.  Embarrassed, I smiled and said ‘hello’.  She mumbled hello in response and went back into the house and immediately the bedroom light went out and I sensed her looking thru her curtains to see if I were still there. At this point I am totally red faced. I am sure she must think I must be a kook sitting out on the porch, in the dark, in the middle of the night. I was about to get up and go inside when the bedroom light came back on. I sat there for a moment then realized she had parted the curtains about 6” and I could see into her bedroom.  My first reaction was to head into the house but my curiosity was piqued.  I saw her walk to the foot of her bed directly in front of the open curtain, unbutton her top, turn away and remove the bottoms of her uniform. She stood there for a moment, her hands brushing against her arms then removed the top.  I was staring in disbelief at what had just happened. Perhaps, I should have turned and walked away but I was frozen in disbelief at what was happening. She stood there in her bra and panties and ran her hands over her body…first her arms, then her side, her thighs and finally across her bottom.  She contorted her body as she reached back to unclasp her bra and let it drop down her arms into her waiting hands where she folded it neatly, turned and lay in softly on the dresser.  She was older than I, perhaps in her early 30’s and had large breasts that were a bit saggy (most likely from the effect gravity had taken on them).  After that she moved out of sight and the lights went out. Perhaps she realized the curtain was opened a bit.  I was disappointed yet pleased with the brief show she had given me. I happened to look to the back door. In her dark apartment she was looking thru the blinds to see that I was still there.  I could feel the redness in my face but I remained seated until the bedroom light came on once more. This time she had a paperback book in her hand and proceeded to lie down, head propped up on her pillows and read. Before long, as she continued reading, her legs began moving nervously…one leg up, then the other, knees bent, then straight, her legs opening then closing as if she couldn’t find a comfortable position.  Her hands began to wander across her stomach and thighs.  Then suddenly she got up and turned off the light.  I sat there in the dark for several minutes before I went into my apartment, my cock hard with wet spots staining my underwear. I realized it was wrong to watch but I was transfixed by the show as it unfolded. We moved away about 2 months later.  Occasionally, I would be treated to another show and eventually she began removing her panties as her legs opened wide then feverishly closing and opening occasionally squeezing them together then the cycle of open/close/squeeze would  begin again.  I wanted so badly to see her fingers massage her pussy and insert her wet finfers into her juicy cunt. Unfortunately this never happened. Although I never had the occasion to speak with her, I so wanted to tell her how I enjoyed seeing her and how it made me feel. I feared once she realized her ‘peeping tom’ knew that she knew her fantasy and my pleasure would cum to an end.  Over the years I've thought of her and wondered how she would have reacted had I sat on the porch naked masturbating to her open pussy. Would she come out on to the porch and join me…I’ll never know…