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I relaxed a bit when I was sure I was unseen. I turned my eyes back to the opening, waiting for what I hoped would be a naked woman, unaware of my prying eyes. The thought of what I could see made my dick grow, and in the absence of something to keep my attention, my mind was fast at work, replaying all those pornographic videos I had so feverishly consumed over the years. It wasn’t until she walked back into the living room my mind stopped dancing, but I was rewarded for my corrupt thoughts. She came in from the kitchen area, and to my malevolent pleasure, she pranced around in tiny shorts, and only a black lace bra covering her top. She began to preen the couch, pulling up on the back cushion, and pushing in on the bottom, her back turned from my as she started at the loveseat. Her gorgeously long hair ran down her back, held at shoulder length by a hairband, and it swayed back and forth as she muscled the cushions into their correct positions. One by one she went down the line, and as she turned up the couch portion, her profile came into view. She was slightly tall, pale white skin, and the straps of her bra stretched as she performed her chore. She was plump in weight, I couldn’t make out any bones in her torso, and as she bent, her figure would roll over, more like a real washboard than any of those hardbody abs you might be shown in underwear ads. I didn’t mind that she wasn’t some wafe skinny girl, her plump body only lent to the curviness of her figure, and the elastic of her bra was forced to do its job as she bounced her tits down, then back up with each section of the couch. As she bent over each position, her tiny blue shorts slid amateur tighter over her ample ass, and each time she worked on a cushion, the fabric disappeared a little more between her cheeks. She had hips you wanted to grab as you plowed into her, and her heart shaped ass only lent to her beauty, giving enough padding to take a vigorous pounding. As the work of fixing the seats ended, my dick was pressing firmly into the cotton of my boxer briefs, and I found my hand moving slowly toward my shorts in an effort to both relieve the tension, but to also give it the warmth it seemed to be searching for. She was at the end of the couch now, and I feared she could see me, and she seemed to glance to the window as if she could. I couldn’t move, and I was like a deer in the headlights, but she only moved away, not surprised by the man standing in her window enjoying the view. It occurred to me, she couldn’t possibly see me, the crack in the window had to be too small, and the light on interior pane would have created a one-way effect, I calmed as the physics of the environment played out in my thought. After being so close without noticing, I knew I had to be safe. While covered I was shielded by the light of the room, I felt the need to look behind me again, making sure no one was spying the spy. By the time my gaze returned to the room, she was back across the carpet, placing her phone on the top of the cushion by the wall. She did a turn to make the distance, and she sunk into the corner of the sectional, exactly the spot I would have taken with no guest japan to accommodate. She edged into the corner and sat at an angle, facing the television, pulling her feet up, and using the next cushion to brace her knees asian slightly upward. I stared at her continuously, my mind playing out what I would do to her stunning body, and once again my cock began to expand from the delight. She picked up the remote and started to flip through the channels, stopping infrequently on something that caught her attention. Before long she seemed to bore of the entire exercise, and she picked up her phone, which she started swiping on this, and tapping on that to pass the time. That time seemed to pass slowly, but I couldn’t stop myself from watching. The scene was obviously better than anything I would find on television, so I stared into the room, watching the mundane with complete awe. Soon she picked up the remote again, unentertained in her current endeavor. I managed to catch the time as she flipped passed the information channel, and I felt embarrassed that I had spent over an hour watching her do practically nothing. But what was I going to do, stop watching something I may never get the chance to see again. It seemed like so much time had gone by again, my legs began to ache as I stood there taking in the show. It wasn’t until she cum flipped to a movie channel that I noticed something catch her interest and I looked over to the screen to see what had piqued hers. On the screen a man lay on top of a woman, they moved in the normal movie style of love making, gyrating in that unbelievable manner that let you know there was no actual penetration. He kissed the woman on the lips, and then down her neck, slowly he took advantage of her body, and lower he would tease as he falsely caressed her. The scene was typical, and not particularly arousing, but I could see by her reaction, it was enough to put thoughts in her mind. As the scene progressed, my neighbor began to fidget in place, easing her brace against the couch cushions, and the look in her eyes showed me she had put herself there. By the time the scene was coming to an end, she had unknowingly placed her palm on her thigh, which had slid down to almost straight, and her fingers softly rode the seam of the cloth shorts banding around teen her leg. The ache in my legs disappeared, and I could plainly see she was becoming aroused by the acting. I might have found the ability to break away and return to my apartment before, but now, I was going nowhere until I was sure she was gone from sight for the night. 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