Those two simple words fell longingly from Anabel’s mouth as she gazed through the panes of her bedroom window, dripping from her pink lips with heated promise as she shivered upon the edge of her bed. The words fell from her trembling mouth devoid of sound, her body humming in nervous anticipation as her widened hazel hued eyes obsessively zeroed in on his motionless form as he watched her from afar. He mimicked her perfectly from within the safety of his home, his spine rim rod straight while his shaft hardened in anticipatory arousal in direct imitation of the desire beginning to pool between Anabel’s trembling thighs.
Anabel remembered the day he had first moved into her neighbourhood, into the house directly beside hers that happened to be somewhat suspiciously positioned so close to her own. When she moved in herself only a month before she had asked her landlord about the close proximity of her neighbour to her left. The room she wished to take as her bedroom backed extremely close to which she suspected would be occupied as a bedroom as well once a new tenant moved in, both windows providing a direct view into each other’s rooms. Her landlady, a sweet elderly woman who had welcomed her so kindly when she had first approached her for potential occupancy had reassured her with a pat and a smile that she had nothing to worry about. People who had lived here before her had had no complaints in which “peeping toms” were involved, that the house’s other charms held sway over the potential spying of a nosey neighbour.
Although Anabel had always thought of herself as an extremely private person and had initially balked at the possibility of being spied upon while she dressed or simply went about her business from within her bedroom walls the rent was reasonable and it was in all other ways the type of home she knew she could be content to live within. Despite her initial misgivings Anabel had found herself only a few days later moving in box after box through the front door of her new home. A month had gone by and the house built so close to hers had remained empty until about two weeks ago when she had arrived home from work around five pm to find a moving truck parked outside her front door. Anabel had found herself peeking through her blinds in spite of her resolve to leave her new neighbour in peace to settle in and her eyes had settled appreciatively upon the sight his lanky form as he hauled box after box up his front steps, his glasses askew upon his face while he shook his tousled mop of auburn curls from side to side in an effort to fling them away from his eyes.
Anabel had not asked his name then and still did not know his name now as she quivered at the edge of her bed, her nipples pressed enticingly against the silky texture of the only nightgown she owned. She had left him alone and he had done likewise to her, sensing a kindred spirit who preferred to be left alone within the privacy of his own home…until the previous Monday morning when Anabel had belatedly realized that she had forgotten to close her blinds the night before. She had just came back into her bedroom after having taken a hot shower, her towel wrapped protectively around her body as she rummaged through her dresser. After placing her outfit for the day carefully across her bed she had let her towel fall to the floor, and as it fell she had felt the sudden urge to glance over towards her bedroom window.
Anabel’s eyes had widened and she had gasped in surprise as her neighbour’s gaze had perfectly mirrored the shock of her own. Anabel had remained frozen in place as their eyes met, her naked body on full display for his surprised gaze. The instant her shock had worn off Anabel had sprinted towards her window and hurriedly lowered the blinds, her skin flushed pink with embarrassment as she had collapsed against her bedpost. Anabel had resolved to go about her day as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened, determined to wipe it from her mind and to ignore the warmth that had spread much further downward than she would have expected. Try as she might to ignore the memory of his eyes upon her body during the day, the night-time hours cared not at all for her resolve. Her dreams were filled with the sight of his face, his glasses charmingly arranged haphazardly upon his face as his gaze seared her skin, running hungrily from the tips of her hardened nipples down towards that oh soft flesh between her thighs that every morning without fail would awaken her with its aroused wetness, her body longing for something Anabel had never once thought she would ever have such an intense need for.
Moonlight spilled softly through her window, bathing her body in a gentle glow as Anabel gazed steadily ahead. Her body thrummed with desire, her chest rising and falling rapidly in anticipation as she slid both straps of her crimson coloured nightgown, the likes of which she had bought specifically for his sight, down her arms until the silky fabric fell downward to pool within her lap. The teasing dreams, the countless mornings of waking up in a heated daze with her nipples straining and her cleft pulsing with liquid need had brought her here, naked from the waist down. That fateful morning only a few days past had awakened a sensuous side of Anabel that the rational side of herself would have been shocked by, but that the carnal half purred with pleasure at the thought of.
With a trembling sigh Anabel brushed the fingertips of her left hand across the soft brown curls of her hair that she had piled high atop her head before trailing them slowly down the column of her neck. She traced them across her collarbone before descending lower to trace beneath the gentle swell of her left breast. As she lightly ran her fingers in lazy circles around her nipple she brought her freed hand up to cup her right breast, the fingers of both hands closing in around her left and right nipples simultaneously. Anabel’s breath expelled from between her parted lips in a delighted gasp as her nipples peaked pleasurably between her fingertips, her top teeth biting into her lower lip as she pinched them firmly until they burned with a mixture of both pleasure and pain.
Pinpricks of pleasure radiated outward as she continuously rolled her pebbled nipples between the tips of her fingers, trickling ever downward towards her already aching core as she alternated between punishing pinches and gentle circlings of her fingertips. Anabel cupped and kneaded her right breast while her left hand began to make its way downward, her skin shivering beneath her teasing touch. Anabel circled one finger around her belly button and cast her gaze upward, her eyes taking in his bewitched stare as she brought both of her hands to rest atop her knees. Ever so slowly Anabel spread her legs wide, her hands pulling at the ends of her nightgown until they rested high atop her thighs. Anabel leaned further back upon her bed and brought her feet up to rest atop the mattress, her cleft suddenly exposed to his searing sight.
With one arm braced behind her Anabel slowly slid one finger up the length of her wet cleft, a mewling moan escaping from her throat as she felt the intensity of her own arousal. One finger soon became two as she slid them down and up, down and up, her breaths expelling in panting gasps as she touched herself for his pleasure, and she thought to herself as her body heatedly reacted to her touch, for her own as well. Anabel ground her pelvis into her hand and squeezed her eyes tightly shut in delight as she brought her fingers up to circle teasingly around her clit, close but not quite near enough to send her over that oh so coveted edge. Anabel traced her fingers lower once more and dipped them inside of herself, her nipples straining upward as she arched her back with wanton need as she brought her fingers to rest atop her sensitive clit.
With each delicious stroke of her fingertips back and forth, back and forth, Anabel could feel her restraint rapidly beginning to slip. She increased the rhythm of her hand against her impossibly moistened cleft before slowing their speed, repeating the teasing movements until her body began to burn for release. A sudden idea broke through the haze of lust that had wrapped itself around her brain and without a second thought Anabel repositioned herself so that she was facing the window atop her bed on all fours, her legs spread wide and her buttocks arched skywards. Anabel pressed her stomach flat against the bed to maintain the angle and as she did so her nightgown fell down around her face and breasts so that all he could see were her fingers desperately brushing back and forth across her pink folds.
Anabel relentlessly stroked her fingers across her aching cleft, her body heating at the thought of his eyes scorching her skin with their lust, his own hands touching himself as he watched her fondle her own flesh…With a strangled cry Anabel’s orgasm finally took hold over her body, spiralling outward from her cleft in pulsing beats of pleasure. Anabel spasmed around her fingers, her hips helplessly thrusting against her hand as all control vanished in the wake of her release. She writhed atop her bed, moan after moan escaping from her throat as she thrashed wildly until with a hoarse gasp she fell to her side. She lay there in the charged stillness of her bedroom, her nightgown tangled around her face and her legs trembling in the darkness lit only by moonlight. A satisfied smile spreading her lips wide as she made no move to leave her bed, her lower body still blissfully naked from the waist down, knowing full well that he was still watching her, his eyes gliding over each and every inch of her flushed and naked skin…
This was originally written as a stand-alone short story but after some positive feedback, I added another two chapters and published the entire story at Amazon. To read the entire story, click on the link, Watch Me.