I`ve noticed you watching me; it started the day I moved in. You watched my furniture...you watched me. I was tempted to wave but I wasn`t sure I wanted to encourage my new neighbours to be friendly. This morning I was late for work and unthinkingly I opened the bedroom curtains wearing just my pants and there you were...stood on your drive. I hope the movement had caught your eye...I hope you weren`t standing there waiting for a glimpse of me. Strangely at work my mind kept slipping back to that moment at the window this moring...the moment before I dropped like a stone and crawled accross my bedroom floor and finished getting dressed on the landing. I felt your eyes on me through the window...even from that distance i could feel the intensity of your gaze... Pull yourself together girl....I was actually stroking my own tit then...in the office... for fuck sake. Its only a couple of months since I had a shag....I can`t be desperate enough to start fantasising about some old guy who lives accross the road. ........................ I pull into the road and park outside my house...I like this house, it feels like home already. I suppose I should make the effort with the neighbours if I`m going to be here a while. I open the car door and on the spur of the moment cross the road towards your house. I`m being friendly....I`m being neighbourly...I want a closer look at you. I ring and wait. Nothing. I recross the road and enter my own house. I kick off my heels and flick on the kettle and then go upstairs to change out of my suit.... the curtains are open, but as you aren`t at home I don`t need to close them. Come on...be honest with yourself girl...you don`t want to close them. You want to imagine him watching you. I slowly undress in the middle of the room, sliding clothes over my skin with sensual slowness...skirt slips down, jacket slides off....I look down and slowly undo the pearl buttons on my starched white blouse one by one....I turn with my back to the window and slide the blouse down my back leaving me just in a set of white lace pants and bra and matching suspender belt and stockings....I reach behind me...undo the bra and as I lower it from my tits I turn back to the window. Your`e not there....that almost feels worse than if you were. I stand, shoulders now slumped and then peel off my pants. What the hell.... I throw myself onto my bed and reach down between my legs to a very wet cunt....i rerun the last five minutes in my mind but alter the ending so that I turn and you are there....that i stood and played with myself for you....that.... I cum and I close my eyes and drift into a doze. I wake to the sound of the doorbell.... groggy i pull on my silky wrap and trot downstairs, its been little enough time since i orgasmed that my body is still in gear for sex and my nipples harden against the silk as i hurry to the door. Its you. You apologise to me for not getting to the door in time before, you were tied up with an important phonecall upstairs...was i after anything in particular. I feel myself flush....all that time...the strip....you were there all the time..... I look at the floor...and then back up at you. You are smiling a small smile and you nod. I turn and walk back up the stairs, knowing you will follow. I slip off my wrap standing where i stood before and then I stand still... You enter the room and walk slowly round me, in your hand are the shoes I kicked off downstairs. You place them on the floor and I slip still stockinged feet into them. You tap between my legs and I open them a little and wait. You say to bend over and I do. And you fuck me standing in the middle of the room and when you`ve cum deep inside me you tell me I am yours. I know that you`ll come again whenever you like and that I won`t stop you, that in fact I`ll display myself for you to ask you to come, that any other man who fucks me in this house will do so here...just as you have done and that I`ll cum for them knowing that you are there watching. In your house, accross the road.