1Watch
I had greatly enjoyed eyeballing Jenny, the lady who lived in the house behind us, every time I saw her. I found her very attractive, in kind of a simple, wholesome way. She was probably about 30 to 35 years old, 5 foot six, more or less, very slender, medium length, curly black hair, narrow, but well defined, hips, very small waist, and superb little tits. I'd often wondered if she looked as marvelous with her clothes off as I suspected.
One Tuesday afternoon, while the wife was off to her girl scout meeting, I was out in the back yard planning yet another gardening project when I happened to look up at the second story of Jenny's house, and what I saw was quite a surprise. Jenny was standing in one of the windows, her back toward the outside, and she was (as far as I could tell, since I could only see her from the waist up), wearing nothing at all. I found myself staring at that window, wondering if she might turn around. I thought about moving into a position with a better view, but was afraid I'd miss something. Besides, with so many trees in both our yards, I might not be able to find a better location. So there I stood, watching, waiting, wondering why she was just standing there. Her arms appeared to be crossed in front of her, and she wasn't moving, didn't appear to be talking to anyone, she just stood there, her pale skin bright against the darkness inside the room...
