The Peeping Tom

Peter couldn't believe what he'd seen today. His neighbor, Ramona, screeched into her driveway, stepped out dressed like a beach day centerfold, and paraded herself up to her door. If he didn't already know her opinion of him, he'd assume her bending and twisting was for his benefit, but she and her friends knew him as a peeping pervert. They were right of course, but he preferred 'voyeur.' His telescope was pointed out his bedroom window to harmlessly observe pedestrians, enjoying the secret observations he could make, though peeking into neighbor's windows wasn't unheard of for him. It was through this telescope that he could have sworn he saw her wave at him, like she knew he was watching and was actually happy about it for once. That display alone would be his go to wank material for the week, but before he could get down to business, he noticed movement from the upper floor of Ramona's house. He aimed his telescope upward, seeing opened curtains and pale titflesh.

Ramona's perfect breasts were pressed against her window, areolas wide and pink on her compressed fat, like a pair of eyes staring back at him. They slid around the glass, giving him views of every inch of boob. She peeled herself away from the glass and sauntered away from the window, staying in frame and swinging her toned ass for his apparent pleasure, soon bending slowly at her waist to grab something off her bed. Then she pivoted on her toes and strutted back to her stage, placing herself delicately on a window seat. She was stretched out like she was working on her tan, angled so her heavy orbs were on display for anyone who was looking, and boy, did he look. She seemed too focused on her phone to realize how visible she was, though her face didn't look as relaxed as her posture.

As she used her phone, he heard his own rumble across his desk. He caught it as it was jumping to the floor and saw a text from an unsaved number. Opening it, he read, "Hey, cutie. I noticed you watching me ;P Why don't you come over and we can play together? xoxo, 'Mona <3" Peter was in shock by what he read. Ramona seemed to have gotten his number-they weren't in the same social circles to have exchanged digits before-and she was asking him to come over while she was naked. This was an opportunity he couldn't pass up. Pulling his pants back up to his waist, he adjusted his growing bulge before lacing up his Chucks and bounding across the street. As he dashed up the driveway, he slowed as logic **** its way into his conscious thoughts. Why would Ramona suddenly give him a fantasy peep show and then invite him over? She wasn't starving for male attention, or female for that matter, and he had no way of knowing if this number was even hers and not a friend helping her pull a prank on him. It wouldn't be the first time his horniness was used to embarrass him, but this opportunity would only come along once in a lifetime, and his boner was controlling his actions now. He knocked on the stately house door.

He waited patiently, imagining the nude cheerleader swinging the door open and jumping his bones, maybe in a new, sexy outfit, though her previous slutty look would have been acceptable. He was slightly disappointed when a different girl opened the door. While sexy in her own right, the muscular, butch woman in front of him was not his target. He remembered her name was Samantha, having seen her with Ramona on a few occasions. She eyed him confused, knowing who he was and what a creep he was. "Can I help you?" she asked skeptically.

"Yeah, uhhh, Ramona texted me I think. Is this her number?" He showed Sam the text, his only excuse for being here. She looked at it curiously, and maybe a little annoyed, but after a few seconds she tossed it back at him. "Yeah that's her number. You were watching her again, perv?" She crossed her strong arms aggressively, still blocking his entry.

"I watched her come home in a hurry. She seemed to notice and not mind." Peter explained my side of things. "and her text seems to confirm that." Sam can find no flaw in his logic and stepped to the side.

"Alright, man. Guess she's scraping the bottom of the barrel before graduation." Sam had been flirting playfully with Ramona for most of their friendship, though she never overstepped her boundaries. "I guess Ramona really is straight if she picked you before me." Peter had to admit she had a point. Sam was a gorgeous tomboy while still having nice curves. The best of both worlds. He felt his confidence grow at the realization that Ramona chose him over her. "Last door on the right, upstairs." She followed behind him, returning to her own room at the opposite end of the hall. Peter saw the door to his destination go from slightly ajar to slammed shut as he approached, but he persevered and knocked when he reached it.