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Suzy writes:It’s Sunday morning, misty and cold. The streets below are deserted. Most blinds and curtains are closed, but hers are not. I’m shaking a bit, and last night was filled with imaginings and confusing dreams. As soon as I finally woke and I felt myself, I was wet.But I have made my decision. This moment will be either the beginning of everything or the end.My heart is pounding. I open my curtains wide enough to stand between them, totally exposed. I know that you watch from that chair. Holding the binoculars to my eyes, I think I see you. The light is all wrong, and I’m not sure. Dressed in nothing but a vast baggy t-shirt that hardly covers my bottom, I step into the opening between the curtains. It’s showtime. But I am transfixed with stage fright.I check, and YES, you are there, and YES, you are watching. And YES, I am lifting the hem of my t-shirt and lifting and lifting.I hold the hem in my teeth, binoculars in one hand, the other placed on my tummy, way down low. OH GOD… am I really doing this?I wait. I see you, binos raised. I turn and stand with my back to the glass. Fuck! Knowing that you are looking directly at my bare bottom is shockingly arousing. I wait and wait before turning back.”DO it, Suzy!” And I do, in full view! I lower my hand and touch myself!The hem falls from my mouth, I am covered, but my head is spinning. esat escort I peek from the edges of the curtain. THANK GOD, you are still there.Having played my card, I know I must wait. The apartments opposite have a different entrance to my own and another mail-box system. But what would I DO or SAY…But I DID IT, I tell myself. And that deed cannot be undone. Curtains closed once more, I get back into bed and make love to myself. YOU, of course, are watching!_____________________________________________________________Amanda writes:My breath catches; she’s there!She just opened her curtains, nothing unusual about that. Like me, she’s in sleepwear, in her case a nice loose top that I could get my hands inside and stroke her bare skin all the way from her neck down. Except I wouldn’t, because I don’t fancy her. But I press my eyes harder against the binos, mouth open, breathing hard.Oh! Oh, fuck! Oh my, she’s raising her own binos and looking at me, no she’s searching, no she’s looking right at me! And moving toward the window. She must know I’m watching and that I can see her. Does she really want me to watch? She smiled at me last night, she knows I’m here, and she’s at her window, for me.She must know what she’s doing. Lifting that short hem as I will it higher and higher, exposing her beauty to me. etimesgut escort bayan She’s utterly gorgeous. If I weren’t straight, I’d be in serious lust. My eyes hurt from how hard I’m pressing into the lenses.I watch her fingers stroke her belly, touch where I want to feel, kiss, smell, lick, and tease gently. (Or would if I fancied her.)Oh no, she’s turning away. I can’t hide my disappointment. With sagging shoulders, I almost put the binos down. Almost, but not entirely.I’m rewarded. She has such a beautiful bottom. I want it, and I know that I want it.And reward upon reward, she turns to face me again, and her hand drops to … oh my! To my goal. I want my hand where hers is. I want to kiss her there, inhale her scent, please her. I am in total lust.The show is over, but I can’t leave. I can’t clap with my hand holding the binos, I just I love it. But she’s gone. I sit back, now upright in my chair. Something significant has just happened. She just gave me a gift. I have to return it, but I don’t know how to. The flats around her’s are wide awake and open, and they will see anything I do.What if I move way back from the window and arrange the curtains so that I can only see her window? That way, only she will see me? And if I move some lamps around, I’ll be visible and well lit.It’s Sunday. Escort etlik She’ll be back. I make my preparations, shower, have breakfast, check her window every ten minutes or so. Surely she’ll be back.My patience is rewarded. I see the movement of her curtains and put my plan into action.Stepping onto my ‘stage’ that only her window can see, I desperately hope she doesn’t have visitors because I can’t see clearly enough into her flat without my binoculars. I have to hope and take the risk, just like SHE took the risk for me.Facing her, I start to dance a little, just gentle swaying really, the short floaty yellow skirt swishing and emphasising my moves, the white tank top clinging to outline my body which I know isn’t as sexy as hers.In time to the music, which doesn’t matter because she can’t hear it, I strip off the top as sexily as I know how, up over my head, exposing my bare breasts for her, then dropping it run my hands up the sides of my body. Turning full circle, I gyrate and with my back to her and undo the skirt. Turning to face her again drop it to the floor. I’m naked—my gift.I turn my back again, and on my bottom, in lipstick, is my phone number. I bend down to touch my toes, feet wide, and run my right hand up and down my moistness, taking my time, hoping she’s really there, hoping she’s writing down my number, hoping I’m not a total fool.Standing slowly, I face her again blow her a naked kiss, and switch off the lights. Trying not to run, I grab my binoculars and stare hard. Is she there? Did she see me? Have I just embarrassed myself in front of strangers? But no, this is Lockdown, surely it would only be her.
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