I sat on the front porch of my modest, two-bedroom home at 5937 Wilmington Drive, enjoying a glass of delicious ice cold lemonade, as I watched the neighbor girl across the street getting out of her car. She was twenty-three, had shoulder length, auburn brown hair, a nice slim waist, and long, lovely legs. Though I was not certain of her name, I had reason to believe she was called Jessica.
Jessica Davis, her name would be, since I had spoken to her father, Mark Davis, numerous times. The girl-who-I-believe-was-named-Jessica was dressed in a short cutoff jean skirt and a pretty pink halter-top, with her hair tied back into a ponytail. She closed the driver's side door and pranced up the sidewalk towards her front door, and sauntered inside.
Needless to say, her beauty captivated me. I loved the way her ponytail swayed back and forth and she walked up the steps to her house in her high-heeled shoes. I loved the way her ample-sized breasts bounced with every step of her pace. And best of all, her firm, sexy behind, which was squeezed so tightly into her sexy skirt, would shift so sensually with every movement of her strong, firm thighs.
A fire hydrant could have burst and sprayed twenty feet in the air without my noticing, I was so captivated by the beauty I had just witnessed. I might have finished my drink and gone inside, fearing my delightful afternoon diversion had come to its finale, but fortunately that was not the case. Some seconds later, my angel appeared again in the second floor window, just above the doorway. Although the light was dim inside her room, I still had a fairly good view of this gorgeous female. This gorgeous female, who appeared to be getting ready to undress.
I shifted in my seat, making room in my pants for what I knew was about to happen, and it did. I felt the swelling of my cock, filling up all the available space inside the front of my pants, as I watched the girl in the window lean towards her bedroom mirror and unclasp her earrings. She removed them both and placed them in a dish upon her dresser. I waited in baited suspense. She was still fully clothed except for her jewelry, but I knew in my heart she was planning to lose more than just that. I watched her saunter towards her bedroom window, methodically unfastening her pink halter-top. She was a long way away from me, but beauty like that doesn't hide easily.
She would be able to see me if she looked, but she appeared to be watching the sky. I kept my eyes down, so as not to appear to be watching her. I took another sip of my lemonade, glancing upwards every few seconds to see if she was still there. She was. And her halter-top was completely unfastened. She let the straps down from her shoulders, exposing even more of her generously sized cleavage.
My heart sank as her hands went for her window curtains. My show would soon be over, and the rest would tragically be left to my imagination.
To my pleasant surprise, she didn't close the curtains. Rather, she seemed to be admiring their design, running the fabric through her soft hands. Beauty admiring beauty; there wasn't much that I found more visually pleasing. Soon after, this young lady was opening the window, and leaning completely out of the window frame. The straps of her halter-top hung to her side, but still did not fall low enough to expose her breasts.
With the way she was leaning out of her window, she could certainly see me, so I made sure not to stare. I pretended to be very interested in a newspaper resting on the table to my side, so I picked it up and looked it over, glancing up every few seconds. The girl took a deep breath of the outside air, simply enjoying the sunshine that basked upon her. I knew how she felt.
Now, she was turning her back, and pulling her halter-top over her head. All I could see was her bare back, and it appeared she was braless. I waited for her to turn around, so I could bask in the beauty of her naked breasts, but she kept her back turned and proceeded to unbutton her skirt.
I couldn't see much below her waist, but I was fairly certain her skirt had just come off, because now she was bending over and I could just see the top of her waist.
She was no longer looking in my direction, so I lay my newspaper down and rose to my feet, to allow myself a better view into her bedroom.
I caught a glimpse of her round, firm buttocks in the window frame. She was wearing a black thong, wrapped snugly around the curve of her hot, round ass.
Two smooth, firm, and well-tanned cheeks protruded from either side of her sexy thong panties. I guessed that she tanned regularly in thong bikinis, or possibly nude, judging by the beautiful bronze shade of her skin without any noticeable tan lines.
She must have gotten her skirt off from her ankles, because now she was standing up, and folding her clothes. At last my prayers were answered as the young lady turned back towards the window, displaying a pair of absolutely stunningly sexy naked breasts, on display for my own eyes.
I only caught a glimpse, a fleeting sight of the bare breasted beauty in the window frame. She stepped away coyly when she felt the warm sunlight pass across her figure, as it illuminated her naked bosoms.
The beauty retreated into the darkness of her bedroom, and I was left with any empty window frame.
I simply had to see more. After witnessing so much of this young goddess' divine beauty, I couldn't walk into my own home; satisfied with the treat my eyes had just received. Especially when I knew there was so much more waiting for me behind those doors. I knew she didn't take all of those clothes off just to keep her black panties on. No sir, she was undressing to get undressed. I could feel it, and that meant those panties and her exquisite posterior would soon be parting as well. If I didn't do something, only the four walls around her would get to witness what those panties concealed from me.
I casually rose from my chair, and made my way across the street. All I had to do was open the front door, unlikely that she would have locked it. Nobody on the street who happened to see me would think twice about me entering the Davis home if I did it conspicuously and casually. I was a neighbor after all.
I was in luck. The young lady had left the front door unlocked, so I quickly let myself inside.
Nobody but her appeared to be home. That was good news for me, perhaps I would be able to sneak a peek at the nubile young daughter without interruption.
The Davis family had a lovely home. The living room was nicely decorated, but I was there for another reason. I heard the patter of feet on the floor above me so I carefully made my way up the stairs, all the while being extra careful not to make any noise that might alert the young angel to my presence.
I reached the top of the stairs and stole a glimpse down the hallway, into the first bedroom on the left. The darling girl had even left her bedroom door ajar. Perhaps this was because nobody was home, or perhaps she simply was not modest as so many young ladies are, and had no qualms about being caught in states of partial or complete undress. I prayed for the latter.
I crept down the hallway and peered into the girl's bedroom, and to my disappointment, it appeared to be empty. I don't know where she would have gone, dressed as she was, so I poked my head into her bedroom, when suddenly I heard a cabinet door close in a nearby room.
After stepping into the girl's bedroom, I realized she had a personal bathroom connected to her bedroom. This is where the young beauty was now.
I quietly stepped through the girl's bedroom, admiring the feminine decorations around me.
I looked out the window and saw the front porch of my house across the street. It was not hard to spot. She could have easily seen me there watching her.
My eyes passed across her bedroom, which was painted a bright pink. Her skimpy halter-top lay on her bed, which was also covered with an assortment of stuffed animals. On the floor lay her cutoff jean skirt, as well as a pair of high heels.
I searched around for her black panties, being that this would be confirmation that the girl was now completely naked, but I found no such evidence.
A crack of light showed under the door to her personal bathroom. Interrupting this thin sliver of light were two shadows, presumably of her sexy feet stepping about in the bathroom.
I heard the click of a few buttons, and soon after, music emanated form the bathroom. A soft rock band that I frequently heard playing in her car was now softly humming in her bathroom.
Then I saw something that brought joy to my heart. A dark shadow appearing around the girl's feet. These were her panties. She had just taken them down. My beautiful angel was now completely naked.
If the bathroom door had been transparent, I might be the happiest man alive right now. But alas, the door was crafted of wood, but it was all that separated me from feasting my eyes upon this succulent nude female.
I heard the sound of water running, as her feet moved away from the door. I heard her step into the bathtub.
She began to sing along to the music, her lovely voice was so soft and beautiful. But her body was even more beautiful, and the reason I had come was to take a look.
I stood next to the bathroom door and listened.
The music was just loud enough that there was a good chance that if I turned the handle of the door, she would not hear it. I had to risk it. I had already seen so much of this angel's body, but I wanted to see it all. My hand trembled as I twisted the handle on the door, and pulled it open.
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