Chapter 1

My name is Daniel Winters and I am the regional sales manager for a major corporation, the name of which I can’t really say. But it’s not relevant to the story anyway.

Part of my job was to oversee the younger, less experienced people in my department. It’s a part of my job I’m not real thrilled with, to be honest. Wet nursing a bunch of upstarts just barely out of their Pampers was not what I envisioned when I took this promotion!

The promotion was a sizable one, however it required I relocate from my current Philadelphia 2700 miles west to the much warmer climate of San Diego – a serious move to be sure!

I had never been west of Mississippi in my life. In fact, I’d only been to Chicago twice and once to Cincinnati once – the rest of my life had been spent on the East Coast. So to say I was out of my element would be a great understatement!

A condition of this job offer was that the company would put me up in an apartment for as long as I needed until I found a place of my own. So at least I didn’t have to worry about getting an apartment right off. And the company would pay to move me as well, so I had nothing to complain about I guess. Except for leaving everything I ever knew for that strange land called California with their ocean on the wrong side. It would take some getting used to going west to reach the beach!

I had been in sunny SoCal for a couple of months and the “apartment” they had given me was basically just an extended stay hotel. And trust me an “extended stay” at this hotel wasn’t what it was cracked up to be.

So I set off to find someplace a little nicer and more home than hotel. I wasn’t ready to buy a house just yet – both because I still wasn’t 100% sure this is what I wanted to call home and because the move had put a kink in my finances even with the company paying for a lot of it.

So I picked up a couple of those free “apartment hunter” guides sold in newsstands and started seeing what there was to choose from locally. I didn’t need anything big, after all, it was just me so a one or two-bedroom was fine. I wanted to live in a decent neighborhood – living in Philly all my life I knew what perils the big city could contain.

Finally, I didn’t want to live on the ground floor because I didn’t want people looking in my windows all the time. I liked the sunshine and wanted to keep my curtains open a lot during the daytime. But I also didn’t want to live in the nosebleed apartments either – I would have to haul groceries up to my apartment and didn’t want the hassle of a lot of stairs or taking multiple trips up a long elevator ride.

It took a few weeks, but I found a decent place it was an apartment complex consisting of six buildings set in two rows of three buildings with a large parking lot in front. Each building had six apartments in three stories with a central stairway and elevator and stairs on the ends as well.

I was lucky to be able to secure an end apartment on the top floor of one building. It was a two-bedroom unit and it was pretty nice. It had its own washer/dryer as well as one in the middle of the ground floor for all the tenants of the building to use. I found a few guys to help me move my furniture (which wasn’t a lot) and boxes into my apartment and I was officially a resident of the Kalamia Plaza Apartments!

For the next couple of weeks, my attention was split between getting used to my new job and unpacking and setting up my new apartment. The Kalamia Plaza Apartments was a nice enough place I suppose, but like most large cities, people pretty much kept to themselves.

I would get an occasional wave as I was coming or going, but there was no “Welcome Wagon” with pies or meals to welcome me to the neighborhood. Which was fine ... I didn’t exactly go out of my way to introduce myself to the building, either.

Finally, my apartment looked like someone actually lived there and my job was picking up steam as well. I was getting settled in my new hometown and finding my way around San Diego and the surrounding area.

One day I was in my bedroom putting some clothes away that I had just gotten out of the dryer. I happened to look up and out my bedroom window just as my neighbor showed up in her bedroom. That was the thing with the complex, the buildings were all the same and faced each other.

They were also fairly close to one another with just a small grassy area in front split in half by a sidewalk running up the middle. So if you didn’t have your curtains pulled, you got a good look at what the neighbor’s place looked like!

Now, most of the people in the complex were older than me – either retired or getting close to it. But fortunately for me, my neighbor was the exception.

I could only see her from the waist up due to the type of windows the buildings had, but with only about forty feet between our buildings, she looked attractive enough. I guess she was in her early twenties. She was maybe five foot five inches tall, with flaming red hair in loose curls cascading down to her mid-back.

She had a nice, well-proportioned figure – not skinny, but with some delightful curves. And most prominent among those curves as a pair of bikini top filling tits. The kind of tits that make men walk into light poles when they see her walking down the street. All in all, she appeared to be a pretty respectable package from what I could see.

I couldn’t quite make out the face from where I was, but I was sure I would be able to recognize those flaming tresses if we ever met at the mailbox or something!

The sun was at just the right angle – behind my apartment and just above the roofline – that it streamed directly into her bedroom window as if I had swung a floodlight around to light her up. I’m sure she felt the warmth of the sun on her as the California summer sun is hard to ignore. But I don’t know if she quite realized that she could be so easily seen through her window!

She must have just come from work I guessed, as she was wearing what appeared to be a nice, long-sleeve, white button-front blouse. I wondered for a moment where she worked. Must be some sort of office, this wasn’t your typical fast-food burger joint attire! Another plus in her column – she wasn’t your typical brain-dead “you want fries with that?” burger jockey!

But it was what came next that really got my attention and caused me to nearly spill my coffee in my lap!

She must have had her mind elsewhere because she suddenly started taking off her blouse right there in front of the open window in plain view of me and anyone else that could have been watching! As she unbuttoned her blouse, I could see her quite impressive cleavage as she moved around. Her ample tits were encased in a white bra, but still showed enough for me to applaud their quality.

I have a pair of really good binoculars I use for my birdwatching hobby, but they were still packed in a box someplace. It didn’t matter, she wasn’t very far away from me so I had a pretty good view. Ray Charles could have made her out from where I sat!

I sat there stunned ... I didn’t know what I should do. I knew I should turn away and give her some privacy, but my body wouldn’t follow my “moral compass”. I felt like a peeping tom or some kind of lecherous pervert, but the sight before me was too powerful.

You see, I had broken up with my long-time girlfriend a little before I moved to California. We just wanted different things out of the relationship and it wasn’t working out. One of the reasons I took this promotion was to get away from Philly and the memories and get a fresh start.

So it had been a while since I’d done the “bedroom bop” with anyone. And the sight of this fetching young woman stripping – aware or not – was irresistible.

I sat there watching and wondering just how far my little peep show would go. I wondered how she could not know that her window was open and anyone could see in. I wondered how she could not see me watching her. But for whatever reason, she hadn’t noticed, so I kept watching.

My apartment (and hers as well) had two bedrooms with the bathroom between them. So as I watched she walked out of the bedroom turning the corner into the bathroom. The only window in the bathroom was a small frosted window to let in some daylight so looking into the bathroom was impossible. But after a couple of moments, my little showgirl returned – minus her bra!

Just as I had surmised her tits were magnificent! I didn’t know their size, but they were definitely noticeable! Full and firm and high on her chest, they liked showing off and she didn’t seem to mind giving them a chance to strut their stuff!