Jeff’s hands were trembling as he held the binoculars close. He was perspiring freely with just the thought of what he might see. Becky was moving about in the house opposite. He couldn’t wait to see what she was or wasn’t wearing. He kept his eyes on the large window which wasn’t far away. It had only been a couple of days since she had made her first appearance there. She had blown him away when she had appeared in just her bra and panties. And, wonder of wonders it looked like it was going to become a daily treat. What made his throat go dry was the knowledge that she was displaying her sexy body for him and him alone. What treat might be in store for him today?
The throbbing hardness of his cock was almost too painful, as he saw her move the curtains. She was there alright and right on time.
Becky was wearing a white dressing gown and stood gazing at her garden from the large picture window. As she did so, Jeff fiddled with the focus on his binoculars to get it perfect. Then, slowly and enticingly, she untied her belt and let her gown fall open. Jeff gulped and hoped she wasn’t wearing much underneath.
She slipped the gown from her shoulders and let it fall. Now, she stood still, as he gazed at her lovely body clad in her scanty outfit. She was practically naked and he had a perfect close up view of…everything.
WOW! What a body…what a pair of legs…what a woman! He never got tired of looking at her.
She stood there a full forty seconds or more before turning away and leaving the window. Jeff groaned in disappointment. But, there was always tomorrow.
Later, he stroked his cock as he savoured the memory of the sexy vision he had witnessed. He couldn’t wait for the next time.
It was two days later that a large van pulled into the close. The driver looked around. He was impressed. Nice neighbourhood, big expensive houses and well – kept lawns. The sort of place he would love to live, but, couldn’t afford. Not on the wages he was getting.
Becky looked out of the window puzzled at the appearance of a van at her house. She saw the driver get out and walk up her drive. She jumped up from the sofa and went to open the door.
“Good morning,” said the man in blue overalls, looking at his clipboard. “It’s a piano for a Mr Swift…yes?”
Then her hand went to her cheek in sudden recognition. She remembered that Mike had bought the piano at an auction a week ago. She had forgotten all about it.
“The thing is,” said the man apologetically, “Ray, my partner has hurt his wrist and can’t lift anything heavy at present. Is your husband or anyone around who could help lift it?”
“Well no,” said Becky…then she thought of Jeff. “I could ask a neighbour? She volunteered.
The driver beamed. “That would be great,” he said as he turned and went back to his lorry.
Becky ran round to Jeff’s house. She felt strangely nervous and her heart was pounding again. It had been a mistake to say she would ask him. Unfortunately, she knew that there was no other man around at this time of day who she could think of to ask. She hesitated at the door…then knocked. As she waited she found herself blushing.