1. Flashing my neighbour


    Date: 10/17/2014, Categories: Masturbation, Voyeur, Author: PaulDixon, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    Up until a year ago, I lived I a 3 bed semi on a modern "Barratt" estate, just outside Guildford. For those readers that aren't familiar with these estates in the UK, the important feature for the purpose of this is that the houses were squeezed together as closely as possible when they were built to maximise the return by the developer and this resulted in me having a neighbour who could look out of their bedroom window and directly into the patio doors in our kitchen diner. Now as it goes, the story starts about 6 years ago when I bought the place. I moved in and right away realised that across the back was a nice looking red head who seemed to live there with her geeky looking bloke. I spoke to John in passing and he was nice enough, but he was never going to be setting the world on fire. What turned out to be his wife, was all shy and retiring and I never got a word out of her and never even a glimpse at the bedroom window of her, in fact the curtains seemed to be shut week in week week out and got opened once in a blue moon. Anyway, imagine my joy when John had enough of his red headed wife, booted her out and within a week moved in his new blonde girlfriend, who I later found out was called Claire. Now Claire had a completely different approach to things. You must remember that I am a true voyeur and made it my business to notice every little detail of Claire's comings and goings, when the curtains opened, who is in when it happens, when she did the laundry and ...
    everything else, that gave a little snippet of information to satisfy my perverted mind. As I said, these houses were built on top of each other, so I could see into their downstairs windows from our upstairs the same as they could ours, but I also got a good view down into their cars as they backed out of the drive. It's all another story, but at the same time you get the idea that with a bit of watching and knowing when Claire was going out to work, I could have a good perv down into her little car at her stocking clad thighs (she always wore short skirts) and every now and then I might even get a little glimpse of knicker gusset. Anyway, back to the proper story here. John and Claire's weekday routine was always the same, John would leave for work about 7.30, Claire would see him off from the front door, dressed in either a red or a pale blue towelling dressing gown often obviously with nothing underneath, but sometimes, especially in the winter, with brushed cotton pyjamas underneath. Once he went, I figure she went and got a shower, because about 7.45, the curtains at one of the bedroom windows would open and she would appear with a towel round her (I could only see the upper half remember) and would proceed to dry her hair and apply her make up. Now, the hair drying was done with her face in profile, and I know she had a mirror on a wardrobe door to the left of the window, because now and then she would open it to get clothes out, so it all made sense. However to do her makeup, ...
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