Far too Trusting…

Here goes. I’m 37 and up until I was 32 I was married to a serial cheating swine who lied, deceived and repeatedly betrayed me. Now that I’ve got that out of the way, I can begin my story. So back in 2018, I’m single and definitely not looking for a relationship (maybe change that for sad & lonely !) In fact, apart from the hundreds of customers I spoke to every week (I work in telesales) I met virtually no-one. Apart from the old man at the bus stop. He must have been in his early sixties, unshaven (usually) and not particularly blessed in the good looks department. But he took the time to speak to me every morning while I waited for my bus into the city. In a matter of weeks I’d shared pretty much everything about me, my life, and my ex-husband. And this old man listened like my ex never had before. He made me feel like a human rather than a recluse. We had very little in common (age gap) but it turns out that he lived in the upper flat on the opposite side of the street from me. My flat is an upper as well so, pretty much, our kitchens and bedrooms faced each other. I’m oblivious to most things but I now would wave politely to him as I washed the breakfast dishes while he’d be watering the plants in his own kitchen. Sorry, too much back story ; I’ll cut to the chase. My bedroom curtains never close fully but I pull them as far shut as I can. One winter’s evening I came in from work, ran a bath and went into my bedroom. I noticed his bedroom light was on too but was quickly switched off when I pulled my curtains closed as best as I could. As I unbuttoned my work blouse I caught sight of my old neighbour’s curtains moving and even though his room light was off, the street light made it clear that he was watching me. Worse still, there was the distinctive glint of reflected light from the binoculars he was using. I switched off my bedroom light, had my bath and went to bed in complete darkness. Next morning he was at the bus stop. He chatted away as usual, as if nothing had happened. I’ll be honest : I was flattered that someone was interested in me (my ex never was). On the bus home I dared myself to give him a show. I went into my bedroom, switched on the main light and pulled the curtains slightly closed. There was that unmistakable glint of street light on binocular lens from his flat. So I had his full attention… Pretending that I hadn’t seen him I slowly unbuttoned my blouse and let it fall to the floor. My bed is right next to the wall opposite the window so I stood on the bed (seemingly to open a cupboard to get a towel but I knew he’d be able to see me from my knees upwards.) I unzipped my skirt and folded it. The mirror on the wall showed that he was still looking into my bedroom. I unhooked my bra, pulled down my knickers and stood with my bare back and bum to his binocular gaze for a few seconds before wrapping the towel around me. I left my bedroom and switched off the light as if I’d gone for a shower. I don’t think I’d ever been so excited before ! I’ve got large nipples but they were absolutely firm. I touched myself and couldn’t believe how wet I was. I crept into the kitchen to spy on him ! He was clearly still at his bedroom window but he’d put his binoculars down and had put his hand to more productive use. Even in the shadows, there was that unmistakable repetitive, rhythmic movement near his groin. I was determined to make him cum on my terms so, walking back into my bedroom, I switched the light back on. I stood on the bed, my back towards his gaze. I used my towel to dry my back and bum, lingering as I patted my thighs. Then, wrapping my towel tightly around my body I turned to face the window and looked at where I knew his eyes would be. Slowly I pulled the towel from where it was tucked between my breasts (from the photo above, you’ll get the idea that I’ve reasonably large boobs!). I just let the towel fall and stood there, giving this old man a full frontal view of my naked body. But I wasn’t done yet. I put my right hand between my thighs and let my middle finger touch the wetness inside me. I moved my legs apart and softly caressed my chest, covering both nipples with my hand and forearm before giving him a wave. From what I could see in the street lamp light, hIs body movement left me in no doubt that he had just climaxed just as I had my own thigh-trembling orgasm.

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