AN: Hello. Thank you for all of the reviews for the first chapter. I had originally just meant this to be a drabble. Something to help me get back into writing but I received so many wonderful reviews asking me for more that I thought I might just do that.

Please note, that this writing is raw. It is not proof read, nor is it revised. It is just straight from my head to the page. So I know that there are probably going to be mistakes.

I'll update this story as I want to and when I can. I don't know how long it'll be but it won't be long as you can see from the length of the chapters.

Please let me know if you have any questions. I'll do my best to answer them.


I'd been watching her for a while now. I knew it was wrong, but I just couldn't help myself.

The first time had been just a few days after I'd moved in. I was unpacking boxes in my living room and I happened to glance out the window. The buildings, particularly on this side of the road are quite close together. And I mean close; a narrow alleyway was all that divided the two buildings from touching.

To say that she was beautiful would be an understatement. I had watched her move around her room, she untied her hair, and it fell languidly over her shoulders. It was long and curly; my fingers itched to feel it. It looked so soft. My mouth had dropped open as I saw next what was to happen. She was angled toward me, not facing the window directly but enough so that I could see her full profile. Her fingers began to work at the buttons of her blouse. From the top downward, she revealed tantalising skin, inch by inch. Then her fingers went to work on the zipper of her pencil skirt.

It was like a dream come true. A very hot dream come true. I couldn't tear my eyes away. I knew if she turned ever so slightly to her left she would see me staring. I knew I would look ridiculous standing in front of my window, my jaw wide open, my arm propped up holding whatever it was in my hand that I was holding…

The skirt dropped and she was left standing in a bra and panties set that had my cock stirring longingly in my pants. Her hands drifted around her back then and a moment later, her bra joined the pile on the floor too. I groaned loudly as I saw her pert breasts, my cock was straining hard against my pants now. I'd since, lowered my arm and was stepping even closer to the window to get a better look.

Her breasts were amazing, to put it simply. They were larger than average, perfect. A generous size for my hand. They bounced as she moved around the room; I couldn't take my eyes off of her. She picked up the dirty clothes off of the floor and placed them in a laundry hamper. Watching her bend over, seeing the swell of her ass covered in barely there white lace, it nearly had me undone. She moved toward her bed and picked up a silk bathrobe which she wrapped around herself and exited the bedroom, flipping the light switch as she went.

I stood there for a few moments longer before moving away from the window. My breath was heavy, my pants felt tight. I walked to my bathroom knowing that I needed some relief. A cold shower or something.