Uhm... HELLO!

Robin fell asleep almost as soon as his head hit the pillow. That's what he imagined at any rate. Gotta sleep. Body is TIRED. However, he just couldn't get his mind off of things. The aftereffects of adrenaline still coursed through him, and the memory of how Lauren had felt beneath him the previous night brought a soft pulse to his lower body.

Damn she had been good, he thought, looking out of the dark window. He breathed softly, thinking about how he had fully enjoyed her body the previous night, and how she had decided to feed into his fantasies about the girl next door. It had been an awful trick, he thought, as his eyes adjusted to the non-existent light. However, he couldn't be mad at Lauren for it, because otherwise... well, unless she used every trick in the book to get him off quickly, he'd be more than happy to have sex for hours. Which she did enjoy on occasion, but when she wanted to sleep... all bets were off.

The sudden flash of a light illuminated the room opposite. The blinds were up and that cute little redhead from next door was... oh crap she had just gotten out of the shower, Robin realized as his eyes took in her figure. Damn she was cute. Memories of how Lauren had gotten him to admit how much he wanted to fuck her flew through his brain, and his eyes drifted to her robe. What the... she was OPENING the window... Robin realized that there was no way that she could have known he was here, otherwise... she wouldn't be... damn she's got nice legs... wait... what was her name... Vee... right?

Robin's gaze drifted over Viola's legs and ass as she crawled into bed. She... she left the light on? Robin's cock began to grow hard at the sight of the softly tanned legs as the woman rolled over on the bed. She was... it was dark, but he could make out the hints of her nether regions below the garment. His eyes drifted to her breasts as she softly moved. He swallowed as her hand drifted to the belt of her bathrobe, and with a casual motion, pulled it open.

Robin's eyes bulged as her body came into view. Her hands began to drift, over her body. Robin knew very well what she was doing, having seen women do it many times before. She was touching herself, bringing her body pleasure. His erection swelled to full hardness as he watch, his breath coming faster and deeper. She was... gorgeous. A tight, young body that he just ached to hold, to caress...

"Oh...yea..." The voice drifted from the opposite room. The open window... SHIT... the open window! Last night... His eyes drifted to her body again, and her hands as she caressed her slit. He could see it now, everything. Her entire body. Her pleasure. His hand found his aching erection. He should... he should tell her that he can... His hand began to softly stroke as he watched the young girl pleasure herself.

"Mmmmm.... Oh God..." Robin heard her voice clearly. The sight of her pleasure brought all sorts of fantasies to his brain. He pumped a little faster, his hips moving of their own accord. She was... so beautiful. So wet. So... ready.

His breath came in pants. The exhaustion of the day seemed to leave him as his hand increased its pace. She was... pumping her hips... caressing her breasts... pulling on her nipples...

"...inside me..." He barely heard. "...need you nooooowwww..." The thought that the young woman was addressing a fantasy lover was almost too much to bear for him. He watched as her hips jerked, her body convulsed, and her moans became loud enough for him to hear clearly. No way she thought he was home...

The thought immediately crushed through Robin's mind that she didn't know he was watching. The pleasurable feeling began to drain from him as he watched the young woman caress herself tenderly. She... she couldn't have known. He felt ashamed, suddenly. He shouldn't have been watching her. He felt... he felt terrible.

The light abruptly switched off, and Robin was left in darkness with his thoughts. His hand fell away from his no longer hard cock. Somehow, the mood had just been lost. He felt like he had... violated something. He had to make this up to her. Had to...

Wait... he suddenly remembered that he had left the light on the previous night. FUCK! And she probably... No, she couldn't have, it was in the middle of the night. But the light was on... He should... he should do something.

Robin scrabbled at the bedside table. His hand found a gel pen and a post note. He glanced at the now dark but still open window. A quick thought crossed his mind. Time to handle this diplomatically.

He quickly jotted a note and crossed to his own window. Reaching out, he carefully placed it on her sill, before returning to bed and trying to get to sleep. Much more successfully this time.

"Hi! Robin here! Just FYI. I usually Go to bed at Nine with lights out if Lauren Isn't here."