As Stuart McFarland stood at the window of his teenage son’s bedroom, he scanned the buildings opposite, wondering what his son had been up to. He ran the binoculars over the lighted windows and spotted a rather attractive redhead pulling a green Hibs football shirt over her head. She had the most perfect arse on her. He watched her pick up a pair of black knickers from the floor and quickly slip them on before heading out of the bedroom. She looked familiar but he couldn’t quite place her.
‘So that’s what the randy little bugger has been up to,’ thought Stuart.
“Right son, come on, dinner’s ready.”
Stuart kept the binoculars in his hand as he left his son’s room, safely depositing them back in his study before joining the family for dinner.
The next day, Stuart stood in the line for his coffee. It was his morning routine and seldom wavered. Get off the number 10 bus, pop into the coffee dock round the corner from his office, pick up an americano and savour the taste of a real coffee before logging in for another day of insurance company hell.
He was second in line when he spotted her. His eyes lingered on a tight arse encased in a black mini skirt. The apron was tied in a tight bow around her waist and the ends hung down framing her curves. She wore black tights and her legs looked toned. It was when he raised his eyes to look at her face and the mass of wavy red hair that the feeling he’d seen her before popped into his head.
‘No, it couldn’t be,’ he thought to himself, but the more he looked at her, the more he was convinced it was his neighbour from across the way that he’d seen last night.
“Yes, Sir. What can I get you?”
Her question woke him from his reverie and he blushed, flustered as he ordered his americano. As he watched her prepare his drink, he listened to her conversation with the other barista and realised she was a student when she mentioned she had a lecture from three to five that afternoon.
A wicked thought crept into Stuart’s head and he wondered if she’d be heading home for a repeat performance of yesterday afterwards and he decided there’d be no harm in making sure he was home around the same time.
The day was a write-off. He found he couldn’t concentrate. Images of the student barista kept intruding at inopportune times. Finally, he gave up, picked up his briefcase and headed home.
The light was starting to fade. Autumn in Scotland meant dark by 5pm. The flats opposite were all in darkness. He sat in his chair, swivelled round to face the window. The binoculars sat on his desk, within easy reach.
It was just after quarter past five when he saw her walk down the street. She disappeared into the stairwell and a couple of minutes later, the light went on in her bedroom. She was still wearing the coffee dock uniform; white blouse, black skirt and tights and Stuart figured she must have gone straight from work to her lecture.
Without taking his eyes off her, he reached around with his hand and fumbled for the binoculars on his desk. He raised them to his eyes and watched her as she unbuttoned the blouse. He licked his lips as he watched the white lace bra come into view. She had quite a rack he decided. Nice big boobs, a real handful and the thought of squeezing them with his hands was making his cock swell.
With a wiggle of her hips, the skirt was down around her ankles. She stepped out and started to slide her tights down before sitting on the bed to remove them completely. He could see the string of a black thong showing as she sat on the bed unclasping her bra. He could almost hear her sigh as she slumped back onto the bed.
Stuart could feel his mouth going dry as we watched. His tongue instinctively licking his lips as he watched her slide her hand over her breast, finger and thumb rolling and tugging the hardening pink nipple. He watched transfixed for the next twenty minutes as she pleasured herself with her fingers before finally collapsing exhausted on the bed.
Stuart slumped back on his chair too. His heart was pounding in his chest. He dropped the wad of used tissues into the bin and zipped himself up. He watched as she rolled onto her side, his eyes slowly traversing her spine from her hair down to her ass as she picked up her phone and responded to a text.
The sound of the key in the front door announced the arrival home of his wife and son so he quickly turned on the light and pulled the curtains closed. With the binoculars dropped into the drawer of his desk, he left his study to help get the dinner ready.
The next morning, he debated over and over in his head whether to go through with it or not. He’d lain awake, listening to his wife snoring as the thought of the redhead filled his head. Finally, having ordered his coffee, as he handed over his loyalty card, he held eye contact with her and whispered, “I really enjoyed the show you put on last night.”
“I’m sorry?” she replied, looking confused.
“In your bedroom. Did you leave the curtains open on purpose?”
As realisation dawned on her, he watched the mortification burn on her face. But it was what happened next that made his cock twitch. He saw the embarrassment fade from her face as a naughty grin appeared.
“I’m glad you enjoyed it,” she giggled.
“I did,” Stuart replied. “In fact, I was wondering if you did requests.”
He slid two crisp £50 notes across the counter. “Perhaps you could buy something a little racier to wear next time?”
She bit her bottom lip as she grinned and swiftly slid the money out of sight. “Any particular time suit?”
“My mobile number is written on one of the notes,” Stuart whispered. “Text me when you are ready. Any weekday evening after 8pm would suit.”
She nodded as if giving the matter some consideration.
“Tomorrow night then, but I’ll text to confirm.”
Stuart nodded and picked up his coffee cup, thankful to be holding something to shield the erection in his trousers.
As he sat at his desk drinking his coffee, he replayed the short interaction over and over again in his head. He couldn’t believe she’d agreed, but then again, typical student, probably skint and it’s easy money. It’s not like he’s asking her to do anything she doesn’t do already, and even if she buys an expensive set of lingerie, she’ll still have cash left over.
The next day, time seemed to stand still. He was sure the clock had stopped as the hour hand slowly dragged it’s way around to home time the next evening. Thursday night was perfect. His son had football practice and his wife went for a swim in the pool while she waited for him. Stuart had the house to himself.
Just after eight o’clock, his phone chimed. Stuart had the message open in seconds. It was succinct and tantalising. The message just asked ‘Ready?’ but the accompanying photograph showed a black stocking-clad leg, knee bent as the foot rested on a chair, the lace stocking top attached to an emerald green garter strap.
‘Yes!’ Stuart replied as he settled himself in his chair, binoculars in hand, trousers unbuttoned and pulled down to his ankles along with his boxer shorts.
The light flicked on in the empty bedroom opposite. The door pushed fully open and a stocking covered leg extended out into the room. Slowly, she slid into view.
“Fuck,” Stuart whispered, his tongue licking his lip as his fingers stroked his cock. He felt it grow as he ran his eyes over her. She was wearing an emerald green silk bra and knickers set with black lace edging. The garter belt and stockings completed the outfit as she stood, swaying slightly in a pair of black patent heels. Her hair was down, luscious red locks bounced slightly as she turned and scanned the buildings opposite, unsure where Stuart was exactly.
She stood in the centre of the room and slowly ran her hands over her body, fingertips caressed her curves, hands slid over her silk covered breasts and down over her stomach and dipped between her legs. She swayed as if in time to an unheard soundtrack as she slowly scooped one breast out of the confines of her bra.
She sucked her finger between her lips then carefully circled the hardening nipple. Through the binoculars, Stuart could see her saliva glisten on the hard pink nub. Her eyes looked up, almost directly at him as she licked her lips and mouthed the words “You like?” before reaching behind her back and unfastening the clasp.
She stood, arms crossed, holding the bra to her chest before slowly lowering her arms and revealing her tits to him. Her hands moved slowly up her thighs, over the stockings, then, as her fingers brushed the strip of naked flesh between stocking top and knickers, he saw her mouth open and a silent sigh escaped her lips. She turned, back to the window as she bent forward, pressing her ass out towards him.
Her hips swayed slightly as she slowly inched the knickers down, revealing her ass. She let the silk drop to her ankles then daintily stepped out. She looked over her shoulder towards the window as she shuffled her legs wider apart. One hand between her legs, the fingertips visible from behind as she ran her fingers along her slit.
Through the binoculars, Stuart could see her juices glistening. His fingers tightened around his cock, slowly moving his hand up and down, his foreskin being pulled back every time his fingers moved down his shaft. He tried to keep his movements slow, not wanting to cum too soon.
She turned to face the window again, sitting back onto the chair she had dragged into the middle of the room. She sat, naked, exposed to Stuart and anyone else whose windows looked onto her bedroom.
She sucked a finger into her mouth again, then dragged it out slowly. Stuart followed her finger through the binocular lenses as she trailed the fingernail down her chest and stomach, the tip pointed to the trimmed triangle of red curls. She spread her legs wider and dipped her finger in. He watched, his fingers gripped the binoculars tightly as she dragged her finger along her slit, the wetness oozing out of her onto her finger. Her head lolled back as she pressed the pad of her finger against her clit.
‘Do it!’ Stuart willed and as if she heard him, she slowly pushed two fingers inside. When she pulled them back out again, Stuart could see her juices glistening on them. She curled them as she pressed her hand in again, the heel of her palm rubbing against her clit as she frigged herself faster and faster.
Stuart matched her pace. He could imagine her pants and moans as he watched her across the street. She was getting closer, her hips began to jerk upwards to meet her thrusts, a layer of juices coated her inner thighs. While one hand was buried inside her, the other pawed at her breast, rolling and tugging her hard pink nipples. Her hand moved from one breast to the other, seemingly at will.
Suddenly she went rigid. Her back arched, head thrown back. She trembled and her legs shook as her mouth opened in a silent scream. Stuart’s cock erupted. Ropes of hot sticky cum fired from the head of his cock, splattering over his chest.
He sat there, panting almost in sync with the girl across the way. He watched her as his heart rate slowly returned to normal. She pulled the fingers out and as she gazed at him through the window, she brought both fingers to her mouth and sucked them clean.
She stood, gave a little wave and walked naked from the room, her breasts and hips swaying as she flicked the light switch off, plunging the room in darkness as if a curtain had come down on the show.
