The lighting in your apartment is perfect.
Your gown slips from your shoulders. It’s the red lingerie tonight. Turning away, you ease down your panties, rolling your hips. This is different… usually, it’s panties last.
Now the bra is unclipped and discarded, and you are naked except for black hold-up stockings.
God, you are so beautiful. I watch your hands smooth and caress your perfect body. As one hand cups a breast, the other slips between your legs.
Suddenly you are looking directly at me. With a glistening finger, you beckon to me.
My God! I nearly drop my binoculars.
