Straight Male / 39
Peeping In Their Window I Found Myself With A Record And A Broken Ass
This woman moved in next door. Her backyard was fenced, but I had a clear view from one of my upstairs bedroom. I met her at the mail box, she said she did project management. Not interested in small talk. From time to time we waved from the driveway.
As the weather improved she worked on the backyard, brought in a man who did all the heavy lifting. Left a patio open, caught the sun with all the branch trimming she had done. And one afternoon I walked past the upstairs window and saw her sunbathing on a lounge chair, topless.
Later that summer she had a backyard barbeque, a few girls. She ran the grill. One of the women, kissed another woman there, that's when I stopped watching. As the summer ended I noticed she had parties, no men, only women. My neighbor on the other side of the house had a view into her kitchen, and said more than once another woman slept there.
OK, so maybe she's lesbian. I became more and more fixated on what was going on over there. One evening my other neighbor told me that other woman was there. Later that evening I went around inside her fence and saw her with her friend watching television. As they went up the stairs the younger woman followed. I knew the master was on the right side of the floor landing, I had been in that house when it was first put up for sale.
The only way to get a good view, if the window treatments were open, was around the house close to my other neighbor. I found a ladder laying along their driveway, my heart pounding I set the ladder, making sure I wasn't visible from the street I climbed with a direct view in their bedroom. Yes! They were lesbians.
The ladder shook, I lost my balance, landed on my ass, broke my left wrist and bruised my coccyx. My other neighbor was yelling 'what the fuck are you doing'. The noise, the yelling, the sound of the ladder brought out the lesbians to see what was the matter. The cops were called, I pleaded guilty, got probation and a restraining order. My wrist healed, but my ass hasn't. I can't sit, ride a bicycle, my life is miserable, not to mention the embarrassment.
As the weather improved she worked on the backyard, brought in a man who did all the heavy lifting. Left a patio open, caught the sun with all the branch trimming she had done. And one afternoon I walked past the upstairs window and saw her sunbathing on a lounge chair, topless.
Later that summer she had a backyard barbeque, a few girls. She ran the grill. One of the women, kissed another woman there, that's when I stopped watching. As the summer ended I noticed she had parties, no men, only women. My neighbor on the other side of the house had a view into her kitchen, and said more than once another woman slept there.
OK, so maybe she's lesbian. I became more and more fixated on what was going on over there. One evening my other neighbor told me that other woman was there. Later that evening I went around inside her fence and saw her with her friend watching television. As they went up the stairs the younger woman followed. I knew the master was on the right side of the floor landing, I had been in that house when it was first put up for sale.
The only way to get a good view, if the window treatments were open, was around the house close to my other neighbor. I found a ladder laying along their driveway, my heart pounding I set the ladder, making sure I wasn't visible from the street I climbed with a direct view in their bedroom. Yes! They were lesbians.
The ladder shook, I lost my balance, landed on my ass, broke my left wrist and bruised my coccyx. My other neighbor was yelling 'what the fuck are you doing'. The noise, the yelling, the sound of the ladder brought out the lesbians to see what was the matter. The cops were called, I pleaded guilty, got probation and a restraining order. My wrist healed, but my ass hasn't. I can't sit, ride a bicycle, my life is miserable, not to mention the embarrassment.
