Old Man Peeps On Sexy Young Woman In The Shower
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Older Man Watches Pretty Young Woman From The Shadows
I always come around 10 p.m. It’s quiet by then. The street’s dark, the house almost asleep—except for the light glowing from the upstairs bathroom window.
She rents a room with the neighbors. Nineteen, maybe twenty. I’ve only exchanged a few words with her. A shy wave from the yard. A smile far too young, far too pure.
But I know when she showers. 10:07 p.m. Every night.
The bathroom has a side window facing the driveway. If you stand by the stone wall and lean just right, you can see through the narrow edge of the glass—if you know where to look.
I shouldn’t be here. But I’m here again.
Wet, Naked And Unaware She's Being Watched
The window’s cracked open. Steam curls out like breath. The soft splash of water starts. My pulse answers it immediately.
I move closer. Quiet. Careful. Same spot every night. And there she is.
Her back’s to me. Her hair is soaked, sticking to her shoulder blades. The shape of her spine glistens. Small droplets roll down her pale, perfect skin.
She raises both arms to shampoo. Her body stretches, hips shifting. Her bare ass is full, soft, and perfectly round under the light.
It’s wet. Slick. Glowing.
She turns slightly. I see the side of her breasts. Then both. Firm. High. Covered in foam.
She brushes the soap away slowly, her fingers moving across her chest. The spray hits her nipples—tight and pink.
I press my lips together. My jaw clenches.
She doesn’t know she’s putting on a show. Or maybe she does.
Water Slides Down Skin Of Naked Young Woman
She squeezes body wash into her palm, lathers it up, and begins to glide her hands over herself. Neck. Shoulders. Down her stomach.
Then—between her legs.
She parts her thighs just a little. Fingers move slowly. Gently. Maybe innocent. Maybe not.
She leans her head back into the stream, eyes closed. Her mouth parts. Water rolls down her collarbone, over her breasts, along her ribs.
I’m frozen, barely breathing. But my mind’s on fire.
I imagine her not alone. I imagine stepping into the shower behind her, pressing her body against the tiles. Her gasp as my hands claim her.
But that’s just a fantasy.
Right now, she’s alone.
And I’m the shadow outside her world.
Young Woman Starts Touching Herself in the Shower
She turns the water a little hotter. Steam thickens in the window. Then she leans against the wall. One hand flat. The other slips down again.
Slower this time. Deeper.
She’s touching herself.
Her hips rock gently. She moves in rhythm. Her lips open, head tilted down, hair dripping. Her eyes are closed. She’s focused. Lost.
She thinks no one’s watching. But I’m watching everything.
Her knees bend slightly. Her back arches. I see her hand moving between her thighs, fingers buried, working.
The soft line of her mouth. The curve of her hip. The heat in her skin. I take it all in.
I should leave. But I can’t.
I don’t just want her anymore. I need her.
Old Man Watches Woman's Orgasm From Behind The Glass
She shifts again. One arm braced, body trembling, water pouring down.
Her breathing quickens. Her stomach clenches.
And then—I see it.
She comes.
It takes her over in waves. Hips buck, legs tighten, a soft moan slips out—barely audible, but I catch it through the open crack of the window. She gasps, then stills.
Her fingers stay between her legs for a second longer. Her body shudders. Then she slowly turns off the water.
She stands there for a moment. Steam curling around her. Bare. Wet. Flushed.
I step away from the wall, heart thundering, mouth dry.
She’ll never know I was here. No lights. No sound. No proof. But I’ll be back. Tomorrow night. And the next.
Because now I’ve seen her come. And she’ll never really be alone again.
