Jeannie flipped the light off in her
room and peeked out her bedroom window just in time to see Collin ascend the
steps of the pool in all his naked glory. She gasped and jumped away from the
window, pressing her body against the wall. The pounding of her heart amplified
against the daisy-patterned wallpaper and she knew at that moment she was going
to look again. Dropping to her knees, she inched her way across the floor, and
slowly peeked over the window sill. The lights around the pool illuminated
Collin’s glistening muscles as he grabbed a towel off a deck chair and wiped
his face and arms. She moaned as he wrapped it around his waist. Oh my god, I’ve turned into a peeping Tom!
As if on cue, his head snapped in
her direction and she dropped to her stomach. Shit! Did he see me? Blood shot to her cheeks and she scrunched her
eyes shut. He saw me! I just know he saw
me! Frozen to the spot, she pressed her ear to the floor and waited until
she heard the screen door slam before she rose and made her way over to her
bed.
Jeannie pulled her lone bikini
bottoms off, then grabbed a camisole out of her dresser drawer and a matching
pair of panties and threw them on her bed. She flicked on the small lamp on her
nightstand and was immediately faced with the reflection of her naked body in
her dressing mirror. I wonder what he
thought when he saw me? She let her eyes trail down the length of her body.
Did he find me attractive? She
allowed herself a brief glance at her breasts. They still looked pretty good.
Very good, as a matter of fact. She
thought she saw a smile on Collin’s face as he ogled them. The thought elicited
a warm glow in her cheeks. Her eyes dropped lower. She even had a hint of abs.
Definitely not a “hard body”, but better than most of her friends from high
school. Most of them already had a couple of kids. Of course, they also didn’t
have a husband, or, more precisely, ex-husband, doing time in a state
penitentiary. She drew her hand across the smooth flatness of her abdomen.
Obviously the lack of the effects of motherhood were a good thing…at least that’s what most people would think.
Footsteps in the hallway halted the route her mind was taking. She wiped
away the lone tear that had mysteriously appeared on her cheek, jumped into her
panties, and pulled the camisole over her head just as she heard the knock. He’s knocking at my door. My bedroom door.
She wanted to jump in bed and pull the covers over her head, but she knew she
couldn’t...
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