The Window (Fiction)

In the dorm bathrooms at my college, there's a glass window by the big showers. The glass is distorted so you cant clearly see anything at all, but you can make out the shapes of a figure when they stand in front of the window. Whenever I shower I always use the big shower, more masturbation space. As I undress, I always stand in front of that window in the shower stall, slowly removing each article of clothing. As I do so I wonder if anyone really can see me as I prepare for my showers each night. As I stand there freeing my breasts from my bra and wiggling out of my tight skinny jeans I imagine what would happen if a guy just happen to walk by, and a shape in the window just happens to catch his attention. He was already semi hard after having dinner with some attractive girls who sported enough cleavage to make his mouth water. I loved thinking about him staring at my shape in the window, drooling over the sight of all my feminine curves unclothed, but unable to see them clearly. I think about him slowly kneading his now fully hard erection from the outside of his jeans, looking around to make sure no one could see his perverted act of voyeurism. He'd groan as I pulled my shirt over the top of my head, imaging what it looked like when my breasts were finally free from the confines of my shirt. His eyes would rake up and down my side profile, drinking in the site of the curves of my 38 D tits, still shapely and perky with my bra on. He sees me reach around and grab the clasps on the back of my bra, and while doing so I end up pushing my tits out, making them look even bigger. I imagine his cock pressing into the confines of his pants as he watches my figure in the window, and sees my bra drop to floor, letting my tits finally hang free of all constraints. He watches them swing as I move to prepare my things for the shower, and feels his cock twitch every time I bend over to place something in the shower or to removed my pants and underwear. As I lather up my body up all soapy, Id imagine him jumping into the bushes across from the window just as I got into the shower. He'd slowly stroke his cock in bushes while he thought about what I could be doing in the shower. Was I masturbating? Just getting cleaned up? What did my body look like wet and covered in soapy bubbles? Just thinking about these things had him on the edge of cumming. His mind continued to wander until he saw the shower curtain open, and my shadowy figure move out and over. As I towel myself off after a shower I like to think about the guy staring at my back side as I reach for my towel, his eyes roaming over the gentle curves of my hips and taking in the sight of my waist. He feels his cock jump in his hand as he takes in the sight of all my feminine and womanly curves. I face the window again as I start to towel off, and the pace of his stroking increases as he watches me wiggle my hips and butt side to side as I start to dry myself off with my towel. He could just see a slight dark patch right where my pussy was, and his mouth was watering at the thought of this woman having a lusciously hairy bush. As I lift each breast to towel off the area underneath each of them, I imagine him barely being able to hold in a groan as he watched me do it. The final, and my favorite, part of my after shower ritual would be what really pushed my peeping Tom over the edge of pleasure. After Ive gotten my body all dried, and before I get dressed, I love to indulge myself with some self pleasuring. I put my foot up on to the stool they keep in the shower, facing the window of course, and gently insert my finger into my dripping wet pussy. It wasn't wet from the shower. Peeping Tom notices that I'm standing like that, and then realized that my hand was moving south down to what he assumed was my pussy. His strokes became much faster. He couldn't see what I was doing, but the thought that he was still watching me masturbate was enough for him. Watching the way my body moved with each pleasurable sensation: the squirms of my body, the way I arched my back, and even the way my chest moved with my quickened breath: nearly pushed him over the edge. Whenever I fingered my pussy after a shower, I thought about the peeping Tom stroking himself and trying to hold it in until he thought I had orgasmed as well. The pressure in his cock became too much to handle after all the visual stimulation he had and his imagination running as wild as it was. I imagine him seeing me arch my back and throw my head back lost in the thralls of pleasure and an orgasm, and him letting go and releasing his load of cum all over the bush he was behind. With shaky hands he put his spent cock back into his pants, checked to see if anyone was approaching his hiding spot, then turned to go back to his dorm room. Before he headed back though, he turned around to take one more look at the window, and just as he did he caught sight of what looked to be me sticking my finger into my mouth. Seeing this caused a stirring in his pants, but he left before it could escalate once again. He couldn't believe what had just happened. He felt a strange combination of satisfaction, but also like a perv for what he did. His satisfaction overrode any negative feelings he had, and so as he started to walk back to his dorm he started to figure when he could do that again. He was hoping with all his might that it would be soon. His rising cock whole-heartedly agreed.