My own private voyeur.

I'm a divorced mother of two, aged 39. About a year ago I became aware of the fact that my elderly neighbour would appear in his room directly opposite my bedroom whenever I switched on the light. I could see that he would sneak into the room because his landing light would show for a second or two and then he would shut the door behind him and remain in the dark.
At first I was shocked that he was apparently sitting there in the hope of seeing me if I left my curtains open, but I began to warm to the idea. I seldom used to pull the curtains anyway as no lights had ever appeared in that room and I like to be woken by the morning light.
So ever since that discovery I have made sure that he has a totally unobstructed view from where he sits about 20 feet away. Over the months things have progressed from titillating to outright pornographic and I love doing the shows for him. He's a lovely old guy and I often chat with him when we meet in the street, but I just pretend that I don't know he watches me and he never mentions it either.
I guess I enjoy it so much because I feel totally safe in my own home, he just watches without taking it further and the anonymity allows me to totally indulge my inner slut. People who know me think that butter wouldn't melt in my mouth, but I sometimes even surprise myself with what I get up to at night.

15 days ago

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    • Have sex with him

    • If our bedroom's bathroom door is open, and the sliding glass door curtain is open, you can see everything inside our bedroom. There's an excellent view of the mountain beyond your neighbor's house 100' away. My wife's fetish sex thing is giving me blowjobs nude on her knees as I sand over her. She has this weird divine subservient penance -- bad girl punishment thing. Amway I like receiving it standing over her looking at the awesome view. Sat morning she's sucking my dick, I'm dazing at the mountains. I notice Bob the neighbor looking right at us. But he can't see in, he must be watching birds on our roof. Anyway after the happy ending I tell my Jill let's wave to birdwatcher Bob -- he can't see us. And he waves back, and thumbs up. Holy crap the bathroom door was open.
      I go over waging my tail. Bob: "you want money, right-- $50 good?" going for his wallet. Me:"sorry you had to see that" -- Bob: "I'm not -- take the $50 -- knock me over with a feather, Jill does that -- you lucky fuck " When she sees him at the mailbox he plays a faux violin and she skips the apology and laughs. "Good seeing you, Jill -- all of you."

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