[Continuing off from my last post](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/oozbhc/i_forgot_my_blinds_were_open/) I felt absolutely humiliated at what had happened. Jeff was a creep but now I couldn’t stop thinking about it. Over the next week I tried to get it out of my mind, it was the first time someone watched me like that and it was him. The one guy I didn’t want to ever see anything more than me in a bikini. I sunbathed from time to time sure, but I don’t even know if he got a picture of me like that.
It didn’t help that he and my dad fought over the dumbest shit. Fixing the fence, mowing the front, there’s even a tree on our side of the fence but he fights about it “blocking the sun” and wants it cut down. He won that case and now had a direct view to my room from whatever his was. Both of our homes were two story, he lived alone.
So here I was, trying find any way to do anything to get off without thinking of him jacking off in the window, that fat, hairy belly wiggling with his hand movement, the balding man pretty much drooling over my 19 year old body.