A Circumstantial Voyeur

The dogs continued to bark as you stumble towards the back door, all three circling your feet chaotically.

You swing the back door open and they all run out to do their assorted business. It’s dark, maybe around midnight and cold as time sinks deeper into winter.

You shiver and try to warm yourself with your arms from the doorway. Your arms hug your body to cover your breasts, nipples hard from the chill. You sport nothing more than your fuzzy slippers and red panties. You curse yourself for not grabbing something warm, but the dogs had rushed you out the door with their noise and excitement.

Your boyfriend remained snoozing in bed, completely undisturbed by the commotion.

You are suddenly hit by a light. The yard behind you now shines a low light, motion detected you wager. You hear the jingles of a dog collar but not your own.

“Neighbors.” You think to yourself. Dogs and their senses waking each other, that’s normal.

You smell a familiar “dank” in the air. Your neighbor must be smoking a midnight joint, or hitting the bong. You think that sounds nice, something else you forgot on your way downstairs.

You look across your yard and see over the top of your fence your neighbor. Younger, around your age. Short clean hair…and no shirt.

You bite your lip and take in a tall, slender but athletic torso, toned in all the right places. You gaze as he takes another hit from his joint, smoke and abs tease you in their evening porch light.

The top of your fence stops you from seeing more, but reality shakes you back. If you can see him, he would most definitely be able to see you. You scurry back through your door, and rush upstairs; the laundry machine is still going so nothing is free there.

You grab your long robe and gallop downstairs as you throw it on.

You reach the door and open it back up. Your dogs rush back in, business concluded.

You remain back on the high part so you can see more above your fence with your last glance. To your dismay, you see the neighbor and his dog heading inside.

The mystery is answered as his bottom half comes into view, a pair of blue boxer briefs hugs a small tight ass.

Your mouth drops as you see these briefs do the same, exposing a bare rear to you, before he turns the lights off in his house. You stare blank for a couple minutes and head back inside, no longer able to see what else your neighbor has to show…

You spend the night in bed sleeplessly thinking about what you saw, and how you can see more.