Charlene’s father had finally allowed her to date. I was a senior in her high school and had been trying to get Charlene to go out with me, but until her sixteenth birthday, Charlene’s father wouldn’t permit it. She and I started dating the day after her birthday, and for the next several months we were an item.
We weren’t actually doing it – she had vowed to keep her virginity, at least, until after she graduated – but she sure wasn’t frigid either. In fact, for a high school junior, she was really quite adventurous. She hated wearing bras and although her father would have shit had he known it, she almost always ditched her bra as soon as she got away from the house.
Charlene and I even got naked together. She loved having me play with her bare tits and there were things I liked Charlene doing for me. Sometimes, if we could get alone long enough, we’d even get into a full sixty-nine, but we never did go any further. Early one Saturday evening, I showed up unexpectedly at her house. I had a couple of my buddies, James and Peter, with me. Charlene’s mom and dad were both gone until later that night so it was just Charlene and the three of us guys. We were in the den, talking. Charlene was bra-less, wearing one of her father’s old dress shirts over a pair of shorts, and although a couple of the buttons had already come undone, James and Peter were pushing Charlene to undo even more. I had no objection to what they were suggesting, but personally, I wasn’t going to encourage her. Charlene did undo an extra button, to everyone’s delight, but she really captured our attention when she began to tell us about the neighbor over back who had her on camera. “No shit?” I exclaimed, my eyes surely lighting up. “Were you like modeling for him?” “No, he has an internet type camera, mounted on his rooftop,” she explained matter-of-factly. “And it is pointed at your backyard?” Peter, one of my buddies, excitedly asked. “Well yeah, that too,” she allowed, “But he seems to be able to aim it and zoom it, which means he can see right into my bedroom window, even see me in bed.” Three pairs of shorts suddenly took on the appearance of tents as we imagined what that might entail. “I’m guessing that you didn’t usually close your curtains,” James boldly suggested. Charlene made it clear that she didn’t think she really needed to. “There is just the backyard out there, and it’s fenced in and has a yard light. His house is hidden by the fence.” “Except for the rooftop,” I noted. “Right,” she acknowledged, “Except for the rooftop.” “Which had a camera mounted on it,” James unnecessarily added. Charlene explained how she had happened onto this knowledge. “I, of course, was unaware that I was being watched until one night when I was baby-sitting for him. I got to snooping and turned on his computer. In the browser history, there was a number type web site listed several times, so I clicked on it, and ‘wa la’ – there it was, a close-up shot of my bedroom.” “Holy shit,” Peter exclaimed, “You mean he was even watching while you were getting ready to be his baby-sitter?” “Yeah, well that’s what I thought too,” she said, “But then I looked at the date stamp on the history entries and found that no, nothing that day.” She looked at our faces. We were obviously wanting for her to continue. “The times were all evening and on nights when his wife was probably working,” she added. James quickly remarked, “Makes sense, he probably couldn’t see anything unless it was dark and you had your lights on.” I took my time adding, “Yeah and I doubt he would have wanted his wife to know he was lusting after the hot neighbor girl.” Charlene blushed at that remark but merely replied, “Well I don’t know about the lusting part but, yeah, I’m pretty sure his wife doesn’t know anything about what he is doing while she’s working.” “I suspect that’s true,” James concurred, and then, grabbing his crotch, asked, “So did he get to see anything?” “Since I didn’t know he was watching before that night baby-sitting, I really don’t know,” she replied, but then allowed, “However, I can guess that he at least saw me in my underwear…” We were hanging on her every word. “…and maybe even less when I was getting ready for bed.” “So he might have even seen you naked?” I asked in a manner denying my interest. Charlene probably knew better than me what I wanted her answer to be. Stirring the pot, she teasingly replied, “I would certainly think so. I mean, like once I go into my room for the night, I stop thinking about how I’m dressed.” She really poured it on. “It is possible I was stretched out on the bed naked, reading or watching television. And sometimes I do stand in the window and look out at the pool and backyard. Not unusual for me to do that in bra and panties.” She studied my face before continuing. “And there might have even been a time or two when it was just panties – no bra.” We were certainly gawking now but still trying to appear nonchalant. “But all of that was before you knew you were being watched. What about after? What’d you do? You had to have been pretty pissed,” one of my friends remarked. “Oh, I was pissed alright. Kept my drapes closed for the next couple of nights – although his wife was home both of those nights, so he probably wasn’t watching anyway.” “And…” one of my buddies prompted, “Well I kept thinking about it. I mean, like I was really pissed at first, but the more I thought about it, the more I got to thinking it was okay.” Charlene looked at me as she said that last part. Charlene had given me a number of clues that she might enjoy showing off as much as I enjoyed her doing so. I was, however, a little slow on the uptake. “Okay? You mean him secretly watching you? You thought that was okay?” At this point, the other two were just watching Charlene and me. They probably wanted to know, just like Charlene, what I really thought about her willingness to show off a little. She explained, “Well, he wouldn’t have been looking if he hadn’t liked what he was seeing. And it’s not like his wife is ugly or anything like that – actually she’s pretty damn good looking – but he was still watching me.” She focused on my reaction as she said, “I thought maybe I should be flattered instead of mad.” “Flattered?” I asked, beginning to see the picture, “You mean you like guys drooling over you?” “Uh yeah. Actually I do… kind of.” The cat was out of the bag now. “Okay, so what next, you called him and invited him over?” Peter sarcastically suggested. “Don’t be a smart ass,” Charlene snapped. She did know that I got really turned on when she was bra-less around my buddies, especially if her bare nipples were poking out of her blouse or t-shirt like they were that night. And she knew she could get me really hard by wearing exceptionally short skirts in public, especially if the guys got a glimpse of her panties. And I might have been ready to acknowledge to Charlene that her showing off did get me turned on, but I wasn’t ready to just blurt if out. “So let me guess then,” I began slowly, “You opened your drapes, giving him the opportunity to watch again.” Charlene was exercising caution as well, allowing, “Yeah, well that’s just about correct, but it wasn’t all that much at first. For a couple of days at least, the only time the drapes were open and the lights on, I was wearing a blouse and shorts. Not much different than if he’d been watching me at the mall.” James didn’t have the patience for our cat and mouse games and blurted out, “Only it didn’t stay that way, or you wouldn’t be telling us about it.” It hadn’t yet registered with me that Charlene’s accidents might not be all that accidental. She however, was attempting to come clean. “You’re right,” she agreed with James, “It didn’t stay that way. My father was out of town or I wouldn’t have dared do this – I laid out by the pool in a really skimpy bikini. And then, after my neighbor’s wife went to work – not much sun left anyway – I went to my room and pretended to read some magazines, only I didn’t change out of the bikini, least not till dinner time.” My interest was growing, at least if the tent in my pants was any indication. “The bikini. Anything I’ve seen?” I questioned, excitedly. “Yeah, that string thing I wore down at the lake – the one that hardly covers anything at all,” Charlene disclosed. “Oh yeah, who could forget that?” James squealed. “Shit, I was hard for a week. I mean that neighbor of yours must have thought he’d died and gone to heaven – him watching you parading around your room in that two pieces of nothing.” No one was pretending bashful anymore. Charlene looked at me. “You have been pushing me to do things that turn the guys on, but in case you haven’t noticed, I enjoy it as much as you. I do want you to understand, though, this business with the neighbor and his camera, really is my first time to do it on my own – on purpose at least – and I really am liking it.” “And I’m really enjoying hearing about it,” I admitted. I was clearly turned on and having James and Peter there to share in the excitement made it all the better. “So how much did he get to see?” I asked, my eyes wide with excitement. “Well that night, not much more,” she admitted somewhat sheepishly, knowing this was not what I or my horny friends wanted to hear, “After dinner I closed the drapes.” Her eyes sparkled with excitement though when she added, “The next night I had them open again, only by the time it got dark enough to have the light on, I was at the dressing table, in nothing but my bra and panties.” “Jesus!” I exclaimed, “You know I don’t usually like you wearing a bra, but when it and a pair of panties is all you are wearing, well that really is hot as hell, especially if you know someone is watching.” “You think so, huh?” she asked rhetorically, a mischievous grin spreading across her face. “Oh shit, yeah,” I affirmed. I paused momentarily, wild thoughts churning though my head. I carefully asked, “Do you think he might be watching right now?” I’m sure Charlene did not know what I was thinking, but she did reply, “He might be. His wife is working tonight, but if he is, he’s wasting his time – my bedroom is dark and of course, I’m out here where he can’t see.” Peter had pulled out his smart-phone and was busy checking some things. Eventually he said, “I can see that his wifi is active, that is if I’m looking at the right one. It is almost as strong as yours,” he said, referring to the wifi at Charlene’s house, “and is labeled ‘poopsy’.” “Oh hell yes,” Charlene screamed, “That is it. Poopsy is his dog’s name. Can you tell if he’s got the camera on?” “Unfortunately no. I could probably find his camera if I could get into his wifi, but it’s encrypted and I have no idea what the password is.”
