1. You

His breath hitched within his throat, nervously fiddling with his tongue piercing as he closely watched, mesmerized. Utterly enraptured.

There she was, again prancing around in that sexy lingerie of hers as she talked on the phone for hours on end, completely oblivious to the world outside her wall-sized and very poorly-tinted windows.

His fingers twitched, begging for him to just grab his professional camera and capture the living and breathing work of art before his two very eyes, moving around like the sexy enchantress she was and toying with his self-control, ever since he had firstly laid eyes upon her.

So beautiful... His mind whispered, recalling the way she looked in those tiny jean shorts and bikini bra, her lush skin glistening in the burning sun as she sensually washed her parents' car.

His throat bobbed as he thickly swallowed. Licking his lips. He placed a sweaty palm against his own window as he watched her lie over her queen-sized bed and stare at the ceiling with her phone still attached to her ear, imagining what she would look like underneath his body, naked and panting fast and hard as he buried himself inside of her. In her own bed.

"Fuck,"

He felt the tiny beads of perspiration gathering at the edges of his forehead and that all-too-familiar tightening in his pants as he watched her end the call and throw her phone over the bed. Right before she carelessly discarded that lacy bra and those tiny panties with few quick moves. Giving him a fleeting but thorough glance at her round and perky breasts. That small and bare pussy.

His eyes widened, staring at her round ass as she strode towards her bathroom door before disappearing from his view.

"Shit. Shit! Shit!"

He groaned in frustration, lightly banging his tightened fist against the window before moving to pace around his spacious living room. He felt so incredibly riled-up after that impromptu show she'd just offered him.  And boy what a show that was.

He continued to pace, taking long and deep breaths as he struggled to calm himself down.

"Oh, fuck..."

He thought about at least trying to relieve himself, however quickly dismissing the idea as that method seemed to have stopped working for him altogether from a while ago.

He couldn't quench this desperate thirst anymore. He had to have her. Truly feel her. He couldn't hide anymore, always lurking in the shadows, admiring her from afar. He needed to take action, and make her his.

He exhaled through his nose as his jaw ticked, once again settling himself right by the window as he watched. Just in time to notice her exiting her bathroom. Her dirty blonde hair looked darker now, falling in small and unruly waves around her face. Still wet from the shower.

Her golden skin visibly glistened even from that distance as she held wrapped around her beautifully sculptured body a white and very tiny towel, showcasing her long and tanned legs.

So fucking hot...

He mentally groaned as his palm once again pressed against the window, failing to even realize when she had walked closer to her own window, inevitably noticing him standing there and watching her like a total creep.

"Oh shit!"

"Fuck me! Holy shit!"

"Oh crap! Oh no no no no, no, no!"

She'd seen him. She fucking caught him.

She saw him standing there, behind his own window. Doing the most shameful thing a man could ever do. Peeping at her like a total fucking pervert.

His lips flew open with shock. Brain seizing with panic. And before he could even try to reason through his poorly-thought actions he was already walking through his front door, leaving it open. His strides fast and determined as he crossed the perfectly manicured lawn separating his property from hers. Before he looked again through the windows of her home, suddenly noticing her widely staring back at him with painfully evident fear marring her delicate features.

Looking like she had been chased by a serial killer as she clutched that phone close to her ear, her chin wobbling as she rapidly talked, all shaky and thoroughly scared.

Shit.