Wait and hope to see more

You briefly feel a moment’s hesitation and wonder if this makes you a pervy voyeur. You dismiss the feelings of guilt, however, reasoning that you didn’t seek out the peep show. You just happened to be looking in the right place at the right time. Besides, it’s really Veronica’s fault for not pulling her curtains shut before getting undressed. You only wish that her bathroom had a window facing you so you could continue watching the show.

You will have to content yourself with letting your imagination fill in the blanks. Your hand automatically moves to your crotch to adjust your uncomfortable boner, and you allow yourself a few gratuitous rubs with your palm as you picture Veronica’s nubile body, glistening with warm water as she soaps up her hands and tenderly begins to wash her perfectly-shaped tits….

“Connor?”

You jump and spin around toward the door. Nurse Nancy is standing there, looking at you curiously. You have no idea how long she has been there. You see her eyes move from your face to the window and down to your crotch. You try to casually fold your hands over it in an awkward attempt to hide your erection.

She looks again toward the window and a look of comprehension appears on her face. “Doing a little window shopping, are you?” she asks.

“No! I — um — I was just — er — that is I thought I saw —“ You stammer nonsensically as you try to come up with any explanation other than, “I was getting my jollies while watching the neighbor get undressed and wishing it was my hands that were soaping up her luscious body.”

The corner of Nancy’s mouth turns up with a hint of amusement. “Save it. I know that’s Veronica’s room. I guess she’s not used to this room being occupied and probably hasn’t even given a thought to drawing the drapes shut.” Her eyes drop down to your hand-covered crotch again. “I suppose it’s only natural that you were — um — interested in what you saw.”

You feel your face burning with embarrassment. At the same time, you’re relieved that she doesn’t seem to be particularly upset.

She says, “I was just going to ask you if you wanted something for dinner, but you look like you’ve got yourself a bit of a situation to deal with.” She gazes knowingly at your crotch, which shows no indication of returning to its pre-peep show state. “Are you going to be able to walk to the kitchen?”