The good Christian girl next door watches me when I’m naked, and I’ve been putting on a good show for her

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I noticed her watching last month. She’s not exactly sneaky.

I was back from a long hike with my friend, felt disgusting, sweaty as hell. It was October, but it felt like July. I have two windows in my room, one facing the street, one facing my neighbors. The one facing the street has my AC unit.

I got in my room, stripped off my dirty hiking gear, turned on the unit, and just stood in front of it, completely nude. It was so perfectly freezing, and I just stood like that for a bit, eyes closed, swaying side to side. I felt like I could fall asleep standing up there lol.

Then suddenly I felt the sudden need to look out my other window, so I did. Stared right into my neighbor’s window. And there, staring back at me, was the daughter of the family there.

She’s very pretty, but also the type of person who really doubts that. Wears baggy clothes, no makeup. Definitely, some stuff going on with sexually conservative parents. I watch them go to church every Sunday, we live right next to one (they do it from their cars, don’t worry). That’s my guess anyways.

She went wide-eyed when she saw me notice her, ducked out of sight. I was scared, embarrassed for a second, but then my inner horny demon took over and I just got really turned on from it. Fantasies rushed my head, but I ignored them.

I walked over to my window, watched hers. I wondered if she was interested in me or just interested in watching people. She never popped up again. Eventually, her curtains closed. I felt disappointed. And still sweaty. So I took a shower.

When I got back to my room after it was getting dark, so I turned my lights on, made sure to have the curtains all the way open. I decided not to look out of there once. I wanted her to watch.

I dried myself off, through over a loose robe. Took my wand out. Started getting myself off. It was easy, I’d been horny all day, my body was all raw and weak from walking for so long. It felt like a relief.

I held the wand against me, using my other hand to finger around, pinch myself. I pushed myself against the wall across from the window. Fiddled with my robe, let it fall open.

I went on for maybe 5 minutes until I decided to switch out to my fingers. At that point, I opened my eyes, and there she was, watching. I looked away immediately. I didn’t want her to fly off again. I tried to look out of the corner of my eye, and it looked like she was still there.

I finished myself off after a few more minutes. The orgasm was great. Knowing she was watching just made it so good.

This all set the president for what our window relationship became. I’d stand in my room naked, eyes closed, masturbate. And she’d watch.

One day after a shower I noticed a camera there, or something I could assume was a camera. Her room was dark, and at her window was a blinking red light, one that hadn’t ever been there. I knew she was at least somewhat into photography, so a camera made since.

I considered for a second stopping there. A camera, while I supported it, may be too far. This could fuck up her mind in some way, give her the wrong idea of how all this worked.

But she wasn’t a kid. She wasn’t stupid. And it was probably fairly obvious I knew she was watching. But maybe I should make it more obvious.

I grabbed a notebook, got as thick of a marker I could, wrote, “I KNOW YOU’RE WATCHING YOU LITTLE PERV,” held it up to the window for a couple of seconds. Took it away, a new page, wrote, “YOU DONT NEED TO BE SO SECRET ABOUT IT.” New page. “I WANT YOU TO WATCH.”

With that, I tossed aside the notebook. Masturbated, as usual, let her have a video of it. Then I went to bed.

After that, it changed. The next night she was sat there, at her window. Attentive, watching. I gave her a wave. She gave a shy little one back.

I got the notebook back out. “WHAT DO YOU LIKE WATCHING FOR?”

She took a second, grabbed some paper. “I think you’re very pretty.” She had beautiful handwriting.

I wrote “YOU CAN’T TELL BUT IM BLUSHING”

She wrote “lol”

And so I went about my end of the deal. Finally able to watch her back. She was so curious about it. It was adorable. Is adorable.

Recently I’ve noticed her arm moving up and down. She shakes, closes her eyes. I’m guessing she’s masturbating with me now. She wasn’t before. I considered writing her about it, but I didn’t wanna make her self-conscious. God, I wish I could teach her. Hands-on.

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