My parent's house was the third in a line of houses that were placed on a steep hill in a suburban community. The house itself and all the others around it were built in the 1920's. Each bedroom in the house had windows on two sides and the windows of my bedroom afforded a view of the street and the house next door. I had decided at this time that I would h...
Jenny finished her e-mail, turned her chair sideways to the desk, and looked out the window to the hotel across the street for the hundredth time that day. Her cubicle opened behind her to the window and she only had to turn around to see directly into the middle floors of one of the two luxury high-rise hotels across the street. She checked there so frequen...
I staggered through the streets as I tried to keep an even pace. Another early evening run that was no easier than the first ten. No one paid attention to me, just another man trying to hold back the ravages of time with some exercise. I had pretty much decided that the effort was not worth the trouble until that fateful day I saw her at the window. A woman...
I had been caught, and the thought dumbfounded me. Had Autumn really seen me jerk off? Or had she just seen the sticky mess I had forgotten to wipe off my window and assumed so? Either way, I was red with embarrassment as I drove to work that morning. This girl had been in the neighborhood for less than a day and already she thought the guy next door was a p...
I turned off the computer and headed back to the bedroom and the master bath. I chuckled to myself about how the words 'master bath' remind me of 'masturbate.' I hung my old terry bathrobe in the closet and slipped out of yesterday's underwear - those blue Hane's micro-fiber bikini briefs. The fabric is so comfortable against my skin, they provide plenty of...
He walked out of the shower and grabbed his favorite fluffy blue towel. Even in humidity like this it didn't seem to dry him well enough. He still loved the look of this master bathroom and thought about incorporating some of the ideas into his own master bath when he built his dream home. He loved the walk-in shower big enough for two that was separate from...
“This is amazing,” I heard her say as she walked directly to the window. The curtains were drawn completely back. I love the sunlight. Missy and I were on the 27th floor of the Ritz Carlton in Chicago. It was my hotel room for the week. The sales meeting was moving at a nerve-grinding, boring pace, so we escaped for the afternoon. It was a beautiful day in...
The weather was stifling; so hot and so still. The heat just hung in the air as Françoise made her way through the long grass, brushing the tall standing flowers with their attendant buzzing bees. Her dress floated around her, barely touching her skin beneath, but even so it felt just so hot. Turning at a clump of gorse she made her way along the old track,...
He felt the lights in the window calling to him. He moved closer, letting his weight slowly down on the thick underbrush, trying to avoid the inevitable snap and crack. Crouching in the brushes nearest the dark side of the cabin, he looked across the ten feet of clearing before the cabin. He felt the warmth pulling to him, an oasis in the desert of the night...
"Where are the glasses?" Mark called from the kitchen, his voice slightly muffled by a cabinet door. "They're above the sink," I called back without looking at him. I was headed towards the fire escape, preoccupied by what I hoped would be waiting for me. "What?" he said as he swung one cabinet door open after another. I didn't answer. I opened the window...