The View From His Window

I once was a good girl

I had always been a good girl, but I longed for that taste of real freedom. That day you get the keys to your first apartment and realize you can finally do whatever you want. For me, being eighteen and living alone for the first time was a rush, combined with an undertone of fear. There is something to be said about having an authority figure around. Someone to try and keep you from doing something stupid. Within a month of moving out on my own, I found myself pushing boundaries I didn’t even know I had.

What follows is the story of how a set of open curtains changed everything I thought I knew about being a “good girl.”

I was fresh out of high school and had my first apartment by myself.

I was so happy to be out on my own, to be free. Little did I know that that was when I would meet “you.” I saw you coming and going from the neighboring building now and again. We would exchange a pleasant smile and hello if we passed each other on the sidewalk but that was the extent of our interactions. Until that first day when I saw you in your window; looking into mine.

I wonder what you do there in your apartment across from my building. Do you touch yourself while you look into my window? Do you wait to see if I will open my curtains. If I’m honest with myself the thrill of knowing excites me a little bit but also there is the question of why. Why would this man have been watching me through my window; did he intend to harm me? Was he just fantasizing about me, his ideal good girl? Was he just a voyeur with no other intent but to watch? Maybe it was something else entirely.

It wouldn’t be long before I found out what his intentions were.

But in the beginning it was more about why I enjoyed the thrill of it. I made a little game out of it and I started to open my curtains at different times of the day. Then I would go and look through my side window to see if I could see him in there looking at me, trying to catch a glimpse of me through my window.

Then one day I saw him. Peeking through the side of his window trying to be careful. I don’t know what came over me but I needed to see what he would do if I was to walk in front of my window. I was bold, I walked to my window and opened the curtains all the way.

A perfect view into my “good girl” apartment.

I peaked through my side window again to see if he was still looking and he was. It looked like he had sat down because he was lower in the window now so I assumed he was settling in for a show. I walked past my window again only this time I was wearing just my bra on my panties. Undressing in front of the window seemed too obvious to me. I didn’t want him to know that I knew, he was watching.

The thrill of knowing that he was looking at me as I walked past that window half dressed was so exciting. I grabbed window cleaner and pretended to clean the window as if I was just doing housework. But what I was actually doing was making sure that he had a perfect view of me in my bra and panties. When I finished cleaning I walked away from the window and closed the blinds.

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