Watching me…I know she’s there.I remember the first time she was there. Or, rather, the first time I saw her. She’d probably been watching for some time by then. I hadn’t noticed. I was too focused on what I was doing. It was my pleasure, intended for me alone.Working from home has its advantages. One of those is that I don’t have to wear a suit and tie, or a company polo shirt. I don’t have to wear anything, in fact. Or – more to my taste – I can wear whatever I want. If I want to hold a phone meeting wearing a lacy black bra and panties, stockings and suspenders, I can do just that. No one will know. If I feel like slipping into a short, body-hugging latex wet-look dress, I can. As long as I get the work done.Of course, wearing things like that tend to arouse me. And when I’m aroused it’s harder to work. I need to do something about it. I need to relieve the tension. So I turn istanbul escort away from my computer, stretch out in my comfortable office chair, and get down to some serious self-love. I like to make it last – an hour at least – before getting back to work.My home office is at the back of the house, on the ground floor. The window looks out on a small patio area and lawn, with bushes at the end of the garden. It’s quiet, undisturbed. A little dark, maybe, so I have a couple of lights on most of the time. Maybe that’s what she saw first. Maybe she wondered what I was doing all day in that little room.I had no idea she could see me. I’d never really checked all the angles, all the lines of sight. I hadn’t clocked it when the naighbours cut back their conifers, letting more light in, opening it up. The houses are close avcılar escort together and I’m on a corner plot. It’s not as far as I thought to the nearby windows, maybe 30 feet.That first time, I remember seeing something – a flash, a sudden movement – that drew my gaze. I looked up; I saw her face. She was using what looked like a small pair of binoculars and they were trained directly on me. Our eyes seemed to meet and she quickly disappeared. I kept watch. A few minutes later I was rewarded when a slight movement told me she was back. I watched her watching me, working myself slowly. I couldn’t see her well, at that distance, but I could make out shoulder-length hair and a slim body. I knew who she was – I’d even been to their housewarming party the year before. It was a big turn-on, and I rewarded her with a big eruption a few minutes later.I was şirinevler escort too busy the next day to get up to any mischief, but the day after saw me with time on my hands. I decided on a different outfit – a red fishnet body with matching hold-ups. This time I deliberately positioned myself closer to the window. It was early afternoon – the same time as before – and it wasn’t long before I saw her again. This time she made no effort to hide. She watched the whole time until I came. Clearly she was enjoying what she saw.From then on, I tried to keep to a routine. The same days, the same time, and more often than not she would appear at her window. I started to miss her on the days she didn’t show up, though the show would go on regardless. Once, walking to the local shops, I passed her returning. Our eyes briefly met and we exchanged smiles. For a fleeting moment I thought of stopping her, offering a closer view… but the moment had gone too quickly.Maybe I will, one day. Maybe I should get hold of her number. Maybe I should call her when she’s watching. Maybe I should ask her how she’s enjoying the show, what she’d like to see, what she’d like to do… But for now…I know she’s there.