Irish Voyeur

The window was open. The breeze sweep through the room gently and quickly swaying the curtains. The candles that lined the dresser were a nice touch he thought. He smiled as he looked at the bed, soft and inviting. The shower stopped suddenly, he moved to the window. The bathroom door opened just as he pushed his way out the window, on to the roof. From this angle he could see just about all of the room, what he was missing the corner mirror caught.

She crossed the room, wrapped in a towel with her hair dripping down her back, pausing at the dresser to grab a silk nightie. She tossed the nightie on the bed, then stood in front of the floor length mirror. Rubbing herself with the towel she worked her way down. He couldn’t see the front of the mirror, much to his disappointment, but the backside view was very nice indeed.

“Beautiful,” he whispered.

The towel fell to the floor and she turned around to grab her nightie off the bed. She was a natural blond, this he was sure of now. Her breasts were voluptuous , while her waist was tiny. He wanted to see if he really could circle her waist with his hands. She stretched her arms to slide into the nightie, causing his body to ache with desire.

Having seen too much already, he moved quietly out of view and off the roof, just as she wandered over to the window to smell the lilacs that lined her yard. With both hands on the window sill she leaned out and smiled. He watched from under the maple tree, in the shadows. Someday he wanted to make her smile like that.

She pulled down the window and closed the curtains. Even though only light by candles he could see her walk away from the window. Leaning against the tree he imagined what she was doing. Closing his eyes, he could see her laying on the bed, stretching a bit. He had seen this scene before so many times. It was like a movie, reeling in front of him.

She would close her eyes, while her right hand would start to caress her breasts through the silk. She would slowly slide her tongue over her lips and her breathing would becoming slightly shallower as her left hand would slide up her leg and underneath her nightie. He smiled as he thought of her sliding her hand between her legs, gasping as she continued.

He opened his eyes, and realized that it was past midnight again. With one last glance at the window he strolled off.

She opened her eyes and smiled. The idea that someone had been watching her always excited her, being such the exhibitionist that she is. She closed her eyes and pictured him once more. Standing in the yard underneath the maple tree. He was about 6’3, with dark blue eyes, red hair. Definitely Irish, she mused. None of her other fantasies ever excited her as much as her Irish voyeur. She wandered back over to the window. Peeking out through the curtain in hopes of seeing her voyeur, she laughed. Such an imagination, sometimes she swore she could smell his cologne right out of her fantasies.

He smiled as he continued walking, the street was barren as usual at this time of night. The sidewalks were wet from the evening shower that had passed earlier. Otherwise it was a clear night. He looked above and saw each star and marveled how beautiful the sky looked. Tonight was a good night, he thought as he rounded the corner and disappeared.

She sighed, turned away from the window. Before long the sun would be rising and a new day would start. Heading back to bed, she blew out the candles one by one thinking to herself that tonight was a good night.