An outfit, makeup and a note

It took me a few cuts and some tugging and ripping to get the cardboard opened, but eventually I was successful. Inside the box were several neatly packed articles of clothing, as well as makeup and lipstick, a pair of luxury high heels and a little note. Carefully I grabbed the shoes to have a better view and rotated them in my hands. I knew this brand, a very expensive Italian one as these were manufactured by hand. I couldn’t resist of thinking how handmade high heels would look on my feet, but snapped out of my dream again as I remembered that my boss wanted to buy those as a present for his wife but decided against it because of the price of 4999 Pounds a pair.

I put the scissor back into the kitchen drawer and looked out of the window again, seeing that guy from the other block still watching me. He was holding a small black item in his hand I couldn't exactly recognize from this far. With my orbs still bouncing freely below the hem of the top I really regretted not having bought a shutter for that window. I quickly covered my nipples with my right hand while fighting with the left one to get the top back over my tits again. The man gave me the chills as he just stood there watching me for a few minutes witch arms crossed, before touching the small black device with a finger.

Suddenly I felt anger and frustration rising as no matter what I did with my hand, the top didn’t stay where it was supposed to. Since the voyeur already saw my tits before I removed the hand from my bust to now tug on the top with both hands. This was not the best idea, as the raw power became too much for the fabric. With one loud zzrrrrrrrrt all that was left of the top was a scrap of cloth loosely hanging from my shoulders. "Arrrrgh..." With a sigh of resignation, I pushed my arms back and stretched my torso up and forward to let the scraps slide down my back and fall to the ground. What a strange day...Now even my top is ruined…but hey…I got a replacement lying right in front of me, right? If someone sends you clothes V, why not at least try them on! I was really curious about the clothes in the parcel now. If the shoes are that pricy, how expensive may be the rest of that? Although someone must clearly have confused the recipients...maybe I can try something of that on? Just for a short moment?

After placing a denim hot pant to the side, I found a very sexy strapless black bra and matching panties from Victoria's Secret. The label said 34DD, a cup size too small, but hey it’s Victoria’s Secret….so why not push these babies a bit? After fighting with the material for a while, I finally managed to get my mounds inside the cups, but they felt like they'd spill out every moment. Looking in my reflection at the kitchen window, I felt like a total slut...I mean sexy woman.

I enjoyed the way that bra looked on me, so I was curious how this matching thong would fit in. As I grabbed it from the pile of clothes on the table, I instinctively checked the window again. The guy from the other house was waving at me now...that pervert was definitely spying on me! I thought about calling the police when he pointed at the small black device again, then pushed it with his right hand.

Suddenly my thumbs hiked into the waistband of my pants and pulled them over my bubble butt. No matter how hard I tried to fight it, my horny subconsciousness decided it would be great to step out of them, rotate 180 degrees and start twerking in front of my kitchen window, while my phone started playing Beyoncé’s “Naughty Girl”. I've had a few hip-hop dancing classes and knew how to use my body, so anyone looking into that window probably had an amazing and very sexy show of glistening wet, waxed pussy and shaking bubble butt. I really didn't understand why I suddenly felt so ecstatic, but to be honest, with all these endorphins rushing through me I didn't really care too much. As the music stopped I bent over as much as I could, my nose nearly touching the kitchen floor, while my ass was as high as possible. On the ground next to my shorts I could see my phone light up again and without another thought I grabbed my ass cheeks and spread them as far as I could, showing the voyeur both of my holes.

After a few seconds in this pose my phone lit up again and before I even realized what just happened I was wearing a black very tight and low-cut tank top over the bra and those extremely short and tight denim hot pants over the thong. I had used the makeup from the parcel to make my lips bright crimson red, put on a decent rouge and a black eyeliner with a blueish purple eyeshadow. I was also wearing these extremely expensive high heels which really honoured the "high", making my already long legs look even longer. My brain kicked in again as my voyeur left the window and didn't return for at least 30 minutes. I didn't know what to think about all these strange things that happened during this strange day, so I sat down at my kitchen table, took a sip from my now cold tea and unfolded the note that was inside the parcel. It had only 3 lines written on it: "13, Leicester Street 1:00 AM. Wear what you find in the parcel. Don't be late Ver(onica)tigo, I know what you seek. G."

Frightened, but also excited I checked the watch. 0:15 AM. I knew going to Leicester Street was probably not the best idea now, as there were a few shady clubs and even a brothel offering **** bondage in that area of town, but I really needed to know what's going on here. Is this related to the window voyeur? Going by bike would take me about 35 minutes, but the winter weather is very cold, even with a coat...I could also go by taxi in 15 minutes, but I don't really have a lot of cash and wouldn't be able to afford the trip back. Or I could try to catch the night bus, but that would be a 40-minute trip and I'd have to make a run to arrive in time.