Liam saw that she was brushing her long, red hair. Her shoulders were bare. Her neck was lean. Then she disappeared from the window. A moment later though, she came into view with her hair in a whoosh. Liam felt his body react. Then both concern and craving set in.
What am I doing in the open, staring? His response was action. He was not about to be caught.
He squirreled away to find another window.
He rushed upstairs to his bedroom and hunkered down at the base of the window. He sat low and back arched, so only his head would be visible.
He convinced himself that his head might look like an indistinguishable object—a globe, maybe—set on the windowsill. Even if it was completely absurd, a horny boy would not give it much more thought.
For all that scrambling to his bedroom, Susan was gone. The light was on, still leaving a glimmer of hope. Now, Liam was in a waiting game—one that any horny guy could suffer through.
Liam sat there, binoculars in hand. He saw two cardinals and a wren. Of course, several orange-breasted Susans. But no Susan.
His horny hopes deflated.
Sunset came. The visibility into the room became clearer. Dark outside and light inside, Liam saw shadows on her wall. And the shadows grew darker and then became lighter on the walls. The shadow began to move quickly, this way and that way, right and left, up and down.
Liam could only imagine what was happening. Dancing? A fit of rage? A workout? Wild sex? He pulled the binoculars tighter to his eyes when sex came to mind. The possibility—and the probable—of the idea was low and unlikely.
Suddenly, Susan came into view. That hope was revived.
She looked like she was singing into a hairbrush. His mind swirled by simply imagining the what-could-bes. The brush handle was in front of her mouth, and she was acting wild. Seeing what he could, she had thin straps over shoulders. Maybe a tiny nightshirt. Maybe only a bra.
He kept watching.
She sang and danced until she sang and danced out of sight. Still her shadow was moving. Liam kept staring through the binoculars, amazed. Hope for seeing something had arisen fully.
However, she never came into sight again that night, and the shadow dimmed. Soon it disappeared for the night. He gave up his post an hour afterward. Hope was gone. It turned out to be a unique experience—for a while. Too long for him.
He had given up when, one afternoon, he saw Susan sunning in her backyard. He was shocked into giddiness.
He ran upstairs to his post in front of the window.
Susan’s bikini top struggled to hold her young breasts. The globes of flesh lazed languidly, held back by the light blue top. Her stomach was bare, and a low-rise bikini bottom covered only a little bit of her. She had a headband to keep her hair back.
Liam’s body reacted as typical. This was titillating. It was mind-warping.
He gulped and adjusted how he sat. The binocular lenses pressed hard around his eyes. However, no uncomfortability was worth the possibility of missing Susan sunbathing. And it may not last long, especially when red-heads’ fair skin doesn’t react well to a lot of sun.
Susan sat up. She fumbled with her hair, corralling it into a ponytail. Her breasts bounced as she shifted, struggling against the bit of fabric holding them.
Then she rolled over to her stomach. She reached back and unclasped the top, exposing her entire bare back to the sun.
Liam glided his view down her back to her cute ass that was covered by the matching blue bottoms. Each hump of her butt was mouthwatering.
Watching her, Liam pulled out his dick. It sprang up when he released it from his pants.
His slippery strokes brought to mind his imagined sight of the girl fully naked. His hands were squeezing her breasts. His tongue dragging against her peachy areolas. His teeth nibbled her nipples.
His mouth kissed down her belly until finding a clean-shaven pussy of a pale shade. His tongue lapping her outer labia and then teasing her blushing inner folds.
He couldn’t hold the binoculars and jerk off because of the wobbling. He was ready to set down the binoculars to finish with a huge explosion of white gooey cum, but he stopped. The porch door slid open, and another girl appeared in a bikini.
She was lean and much thinner than the red-head, but she emanated a power as she walked. It was a spunk that few girls had.