The story I am about to tell you, is barely a story. I am struggling to call it one, because it hasn't ended, and I have no idea how it will, or if it ever will. Puzzled? I am sure you are. You and I both, my friend, but let me explain. I originally planned on sharing a different story from my past, but something happened in my present that got me all excited, so I just have to share it. I live in a peaceful, residential area with plenty of woodland and parks around. Can't complain, really. My office is on the first floor of our house, facing the garden. Throughout most of the year, we can barely see past the old trees and unkept bushes that are lodged between the garden and the garden of people who live over that side. The large, old trees do a good job shielding the two sides from one another, it is lovely. The two streets are not far from each other like this, but ironically, the two are very remote from each other, in terms of roads. I am not even sure which one exactly it would be. I would have to go the opposite way for a while, then go to the edge of town to go all around it, and then I would access this part of town that has a name of its own, and it would be one of those streets. It's almost like a different 'clan'. However, after fall, over wintertime the when the leaves have fallen, there is a somewhat clear view, if you look past the bare branches. The house that would be behind ours this way is pretty decent, much nicer-looking than ours, I think. Wouldn't be surprised if it was 'grade 2 listed'. Since we moved here a couple of years ago, I can't remember any movement from over there, only voices of garden activity in Summer, or maybe I just didn't notice. Last year we did shift a couple of rooms, and that's how I got the garden-facing office. With kids off to school and my wife off to work, I am usually all by myself, working away until I go and pick everyone up one by one. One time, early November last year I saw someone opening the windows, and then walking around the room, in a bathrobe. I saw a bed and something that resembled the edge of a vanity desk. I have good eyes still, but it's still a fair distance away. She seemed to be a brunette, shoulder-length hair, but I had no guess in terms of eyes or even her age. I kept on doing my stuff, I had to log in for a call for work. I never gave it a second thought, there was nothing to think about, anyway.

About two weeks after that, around mid-week, it was a bit miserable outside, it was pouring down, and I saw the woman stand in the window, messing with her phone, this time wearing something like a white shirt or blouse. I also saw a guy in a suit walk past her. I wouldn't put money on it, but it also seemed like she had her nice-looking blouse paired with some grey sweatpants or pyjamas. I am no hypocrite, I often sit around on video calls wearing boxer shorts, or pyjamas, why bother? In just two days, I believe it was a Friday, I came upstairs and sat down in front of my computer, and as it was booting up, I glanced over towards the house on the other side. I saw the brunette walk around with a towel wrapped on her hair, wearing nothing at all. I instantly went to my window and like a hawk I kept watching. She had a lovely figure, beautiful pear-shaped body, with middle-size breasts from what I could tell so far away. And I believe, a shaved pussy. It was hard to tell, she was not standing still, and kept disappearing. All those moments I could see her, my cock stirred a bit, no wonder. It was bittersweet, I would've loved to see her from up close...real close. She disappeared in no time at all, and the next time I saw her, she was fully dressed - Jeans and a green jumper. Cute, but I liked her previous set better.

For a few more days I kept looking towards her window, hoping to catch her again, then I just sort of forgot about it all. Fast-forward all the way to the end of December. Work is super laid-back this time of the year, with a lot of people being off already, and the rest of us is enjoying not having to attend so many online meeting and answer tons of emails. It was a very slow day, and my wife took the kids to a birthday party. I decided to have a cheeky wank, had some porn on my screen, business as usual. After I cleaned myself up, and got up to throw the used tissues in the bin, I looked towards the trees, and saw her standing in her window looking in my direction. I wasn't sure she was actually looking at me, but there was a good chance. I pulled my boxer shorts and pants back up, sorted the belt, and by the time I sat down, she was gone already. She then came back, and she sat down on her bed. She was messing with her phone again, but sometimes looked out of her window. She was wearing a white jumper this time. I decided to test what she was looking at, and waited for her to look up. As she did, I waved with one hand. She didn't move or wave back, so i was sure she can't see me. Oh well. But to my surprise she put down her phone and lifted her jumper to show me her white or cream-coloured bra. Instantly, I felt a rush. I wasn't sure what to do, but she got up and walked out of my vision - after closing her windows. Then, we all logged back to work on the 5th of Jan. I took my kids to school, dropped the wife off to work, and went back to my home office. Ticking things off my list, time seemed to go past slowly, but it was almost lunch time. I was just about to finish a task, when I realised my brunette flasher opened her windows. She then appeared, wearing a long-sleeve shirt, and jeans, with her hair tied up with something.

We were looking at each other, and this time she waved with one hand, and put her elbows on the windowsill, like she was waiting for something. The rush was back, so I took my t-shirt off, and threw it on my desk, and stepped closer to my window, waiting. She took a step back, and removed her shirt, but she was covering herself with her hands, there was no bra this time. I loved this way too much. My computer was giving me notification sounds, as there was a call for me, but I legitimately couldn't care less. So I started undoing my belt, but for some reason she jumped, and put her shirt back on, and jumped on the bed, putting a laptop on her lap. I was standing there like an idiot with a hard cock, waiting for something to happen, when I saw his guy walk by the window. Ah, that's why. Dammit, man. So close. I went back to my desk, and had a disappointed wank, hoping she would sometimes glance my way, at least.

And now, here we are, today - 21st of January. Same setup as always, me, on my own on a Friday, working away in my home office. Her windows opened again. Hoping we could start again our strip standoff, I stepped closer to my windows, waiting for her. She did appear, in her bathrobe. Her hair was tied to a small ponytail. She immediately undid the belt of her bathrobe, and it beautifully slid down on her body. That was her opening, stripping down completely. I suddenly felt very overdressed, and started taking off my clothes. As I was doing that, she was pushing her boobs together, turning around and leaning forward. She immediately got me hard, even though I couldn't hear touch her. It was a bit of a torture, to be fair. I left my boxer shorts on for a bit to see what she would do, and as a response, she grabbed a bedsheet cover or something and gently wrapped around her ass and pussy. Fair enough, lady, fair enough. I rolled my chair over from my desk, sat down, and took my boxer shorts off. She then sat down on her bed and unveiled herself again - much better. Normally I would start kissing and gently playing with a nipple or two, but what can a guy do so far away? So, with that, I started slowly stroking my shaft. I could see she lifted one hand to her mouth and then gently started touching herself with her fingers. I was so hard at this point, I could almost hear my blood pressure in my ears, even though she was not touching me herself. I started going faster, and as I did, she leaned back against two cushions and spread her legs for me, while rubbing herself, and touching her breasts with her other hand. It drove me crazy not to being able to taste and smell her. I was unsure what else I could do, so I stood up all proud, and kept wanking myself off like this, sometimes changing hands. She then stopped to reach in her bedside table and pulled out a dildo of some sort. It was purple and not huge at all from over there, at least. She started kneeling on the bed, facing me, an she was holding her toy against her pussy. She didn't move it a lot, did not plunge it, I can only guess, but I believe it was probably vibrating her clit. She was grabbing her boobs with force now, and could see her mouth open... I wish I could have heard her voice, it's a huge turn-on for me. I when I felt the tension building up in my cock with that familiar sensation, I held the head between two fingers for a second or two, to build up some pressure, and sat back on my chair, leaning back, and I let out a huge load all over my own chest, so she could see. She did, and threw her head back, and after a while, she just rolled over to her stomach and looked up to see me. She gave me a thumbs up, and I did the same for her. She then got up, picked up her bathrobe, and before she walked out of sight, she turned around and wiggled her bottom for me, smacking it once. I went to take a shower, and then to have lunch.

The day has ended, and here I am, sitting in front of my computer, telling you about it. This was so fun, pretty low-key compared to actually fucking a woman, but it got me very excited. I am also not sure what to do now? Should I just keep repeating the same thing with her if and when we see each other? Do you have an idea how I could up the game should there be a next time? I really want to know her name, but part of me thinks it is best to keep it distant. Just thinking about it makes my cock stir. What do you think? What would you do? If anything else happens, I will report.