I went into his very masculine bedroom, all dark colors with a huge dark blue or black comforter on his king-sized bed. Catching a glimpse of myself in the mirror over Ron’s dresser I was shocked to see that my robe was almost completely transparent. No wonder Ron couldn’t keep his eyes off my breasts. My nipples and areolas were as much on display as if I had been naked. The bottom half of my robe wasn’t as wet and the material wasn’t adhering to my skin so you could barely see a hint of my light colored pubic hair through the silk robe. At least that was something.
As I dropped the robe and started toweling off, my pussy twitched again at the idea of me standing naked in my neighbor’s bedroom. In a very weird way it felt like an erotic adventure. I found his t-shirt drawer and slipped on an extra-long, V-neck shirt. Ron is well over six feet tall so the shirt hung almost mid-thigh length on me and rested nicely against my breasts. It displayed a little more cleavage than I usually like but I was beyond being modest at this point. He had already gotten an eyeful.
Properly attired, well almost, I nosily walked around his bedroom, looking at his things. I breathed in the masculine scent of him that hung in the air like an aphrodisiac. I was admiring a pair of bookends on his dresser when I saw movement through his window. Moving closer, I watched Ron step into my backyard and disappear behind the house. I could see part of the pool from here and the entire side of my house. I noticed the light was still on in my bedroom window. Shit. I looked more closely and could see everything in my bedroom as clear as day. That meant…
I hurried out of his bedroom, turned left and ran to the next room down the hall. This was some kind of exercise room but I was only interested in the window. Just as I feared, this room had a clear view of my backyard including the pool. Ron could have been watching me. My heart was beating rapidly as I assessed the damage. He wouldn’t have been able to see much from up here. Taking a step back, I froze. On a small table next to the window was a pair of binoculars. Shit.
I picked them up and put them to my eyes as I moved slowly back to the window. There he was, working on my sliding glass door like he was standing right in front of me. Okay, he not only could have been watching me, I was pretty certain he had been watching me. I wondered how long this had been going on.
As I was trying to assimilate this new information, I saw Ron coming back from my house. I focused the binoculars on his six-pack abs and it was like I could touch them. Was he doing that while I was floating on my back in the pool? Hmm.
I couldn’t believe how hard my heart was pounding or how excited my pussy was that my sexy black neighbor had been checking me out. What the fuck was wrong with me? I couldn’t keep my husband from straying but my voyeuristic neighbor aroused me. I put the binoculars back where I found them, grabbed my robe from Ron’s bedroom and was at the bottom of the stairs when he came in the back door.