Too Brief Respite

Slamming the door shut behind her, Meryl didn't even bother to say hello to Missy, so distraught was she. The entire day, what should have been a day of valuable education and extra-curriculars, ruined by a great tidal wave of sexually-charged embarrassment, taken up entirely by her **** and continuously unsuccessful efforts to keep her clothes on. More people than she'd ever pictured in her wildest nightmares had seen her in various states of undress and nudity, more people's genitals than she'd ever wanted had made contact with her most intimate, hidden places. She went to change into something comfortable and, most importantly, modest, but paused when she remembered the curtains were still open. For as long as Meryl could remember, her bedroom window had been directly across the way from that of one of their neighbours, a Mr Felnick; an impossibly old-looking man with stooped posture, a cane, and, as of the past year or so, a penchant for looking at her when she was changing.

She'd first noticed it after coming home one afternoon from a shopping trip to the high street, from which she'd returned with a variety of cute, but sensible underwear. It had been twenty minutes of endless rotations through the new bras and panties before she'd realised her mistake in leaving the curtains undrawn, and the fright she'd gotten when she finally looked up and made eye contact with the old man had been one for the ages. Sometimes she still got flashes of it when she was trying to get to sleep-his eyes like twin searchlights, roving over her trim, uncovered abdomen, the only thing shielding her modesty a dinky little pair of pink-and-white cotton undies she'd accidentally gotten in a size too small for her, the material so taut against her sex a subtle camel toe had formed where it hugged her labia and simply wouldn't let go. Up top she'd been uncovered, her nipples almost beckoning to him, stark and unmissable in the afternoon sun. Felnick had probably thought he'd hit some cosmic lottery, getting the eyeful to end all eyefuls of her. She'd been in shock for only the briefest of moments, before her rational mind kicked back in and she'd dived to the floor and out of sight.

Not wanting a repeat of that particular incident, Meryl made a point of drawing the curtains to change now, no matter what time of day or where she was in the room. She went over to the window now and did just that, seeing only the barest hint of a shape moving about in the thin slice of Felnick's room visible from his window. She was sure he made a point of hanging around at all hours of the day now, hoping to catch another glimpse of young flesh. Meryl was adamant about avoiding giving it to him. After the window was covered and the room cast into shadow, Meryl stripped off and changed into a set of smooth, silky button-up pyjamas. Ordinarily, she would have put on underwear beneath them, but the day had been so trying, and she was so exhausted, Meryl simply didn't have the energy to delay curling up into a foetal position on her bed and getting some shut-eye any longer. So it transpired that that was exactly what she did next, and within seconds of her head hitting the pillow, she was out.

While Meryl slept, the door opened a crack, then was pushed a little further. Through it stepped a figure, and in the figure's hand a small set of earbuds...