Brushing her hair..

Looking through the gape in the curtains. Tim could see the woman sitting on the edge of her bed, with her back to him brushing her hair. Long blonde hair, with a slight curl to it.
Tim crouched down low away from the gap to catch his breath and think about what he was doing.
I should be doing this, he thought.
But she doesn't know I'm even here. So who does it hurt?
Tim looked back up to the gap of light.
The woman put down her brush and stood up to adjust the towel she was wearing, opening it for a second to pull it tight.
becasue she had her back to the window, Tim could only see her legs. Long slender creamy white legs.
Tim paniced for a second when she turned toward him, until he realised she was crossing to a dresser under the window.
The woman was bending to open a draw right in front of him.
She was attractive, and fit by the look of her.
Just as tim was about to duck down for safety, her towel slipped off and fell away. The woman made an attempt to grab it as it fell open. Giving Tim an eye full of the nicest pair of breasts he had seen in a long time.