Hello! I've been working on a re-write of this for a while. Even sent it out to Yummy, Shell, Born and Melanie to look over. But after changing the names and getting it all ready...I decided it just wasn't the story I wanted it to be without my Windoward.

Now...this is very different than the original version. We will alternate chapters...past and present...first and third person.

There are twenty chapters. I will try and post one every other day.

And so...I give you...the new and improved...

From my Window

Chapter One

The Route

Every single morning, like clockwork, you run past my house.

And I want nothing more than to have you in my arms.

Long brown hair sways so gently against your shoulders from the ponytail high atop your head. Black shorts creep up the smooth muscles of your thighs. Your sorta loose, sorta tight gray t-shirt comes down way too low in front, giving me teasing glimpses of your tits. Headphones are stuck in your ears, attached to the iPhone or iPod or whatever it is you have clasped tightly in your hand.

And I know…I see the wedding ring on your finger. I see it.

And I can see the sweet little baby pooch you have going on. I can tell those tits are aching to break free from your sports bra. They are way too big for your little frame.

I know you're someone's mommy.

But that doesn't stop me from wanting you…from watching you.

I should be ashamed.

But I'm not.


I look at the clock and it's close…it's almost time.

The weather is changing and I hate it. I know when September turns to October, I'm going to have to say goodbye to those short little shorts. I wonder though, I wonder what you'll wear next.

Will you don skintight black pants?

Will you wear loose sweats?

Will I have to rely on my memories of your tits bouncing, or will the long-sleeved shirt you pick to guard against the cooler weather stretch just as tightly across your chest?

Will those hard little nipples poke through your shirt so I can still get a peek at them?

I'm so addicted to seeing you every morning, at this point you could wear a fucking mumu and I wouldn't care.

Well, I wouldn't care that much.


Here you come.

Oh God…

Instant fucking titanium hard-on.

What are you doing to me?

I find myself wanting to bury my face between your voluptuous tits and just motor boat the hell out of them.

If I suffocate…then I'd go out one satisfied man.

I've never been happier to have this huge window in my living room than I am at this moment.

Cup of coffee in one hand.

Cock in the other.

What a way to start the morning.

You will probably get the next chapter later today or tomorrow.

I've already had a tragically bad day...so I need a little pick me up.