I was undressing in my room when I noticed him watching me from the house next door. I had been so used to the place sitting empty until the new couple moved in yesterday that I was now accustomed to changing with the blinds open in my room.
He stared at me, mouth slightly parted, from his bedroom window. I saw his broad, muscular chest begin to rise and fall a little faster, his dark brown eyes gazing at my half-naked body. By this time, I was only wearing my bra and panties. They were a matching lacey set, in the colour of deep scarlet. I froze for a moment, considering. Was I going to be a coward, and run to shut the blinds, flushing almost as red as the panties I was wearing? Would this become just another awkward, embarrassing memory? Or, did I feel like opening the cage door and letting something more primal – more naughty, out?