He knew he shouldn't. He told himself every night not to stand in the darkness and watch her and every night he found himself right back at the same spot in his bedroom, the light turned off, watching through his window as the lights were turned on in her bedroom and she undressed as she got ready for bed.
He had always wondered why she didn't pull the curtains until after undressing. Maybe she had lived in the country without any nosy neighbours in the past or maybe she just didn't think anyone would creep on her the way he did.
"You are one sick puppy, Dean," he said lowly to himself.
He sucked in his breath as she took off the dress and revealed that day's underwear. A nice aubergine coloured set. It was rather new. It was only the second time he saw her in it. He bit his lower lip as she opened the bra and took it off, leaving her in nothing but that tempting little thong that he always imagined dragging down with his teeth while she was lying on her back waiting for his next move.
She had a little smile on her face as she walked over to the window. Now came the part he never liked but also the part he knew had to happen. She pulled the curtains, closing the show, leaving him alone in the darkness with his own dirty thoughts.
"One sick puppy indeed," he said.
He pulled his own curtains and fell backwards on his bed. His hand went down his boxers and grabbed his dick. He slowly stroked it as he closed his eyes, picturing her in that aubergine coloured thong right in front of him, slowly turning around to give him a show, that sweet little smile on her face, that sexy voice begging him to fuck her. He clenched the sheet with his left hand as his right hand finished the job and he came to the thought of her on her hands and knees on his bed and her face down in a pillow.
It wasn't like she was a complete stranger to him although they hardly knew each other. She had moved in three months ago and as the neighbourhood's friendly chick magnet, he had went straight over to introduce himself. He had learned within five minutes that her name was Chloe, she lived alone, and she most certainly didn't need a big strong man's help with anything. Normally these single women chuckled when he offered a helping hand and allowed him inside and normally he would have them on their backs within a week, sometimes even within the first day, but Chloe wasn't giving in to his charm. Maybe that was why he felt so drawn to her and couldn't help but look at her night after night as she undressed and went to bed.
It wasn't like he had just backed away. He had tried a couple of times to work his charm on her but she wasn't taking the bait. Since then he had just went into normal friendly neighbour mode and it seemed to work. At least she would smile, greet him and even strike up a friendly conversation every once in a while but that was all. She didn't seem to have any interest in letting him into her home, into her life, between her legs where he dreamed of being.
"It's not like you to lose your head over a girl," he said as he gave his dick a final squeeze. "Not like you at all."