I stripped off the button down shirt and shimmied out of my black slacks. Reaching behind me to unclasp the hooks of my bra and then slipping my panties over my hips and down my legs. There is something so freeing about being naked after a day spent wearing uncomfortable clothing. It’s so incredibly relaxing and in the warmth and security of my house all I want to do in the moments after I slip off those clothes are to enjoy the moment and stretch out the muscles of my sore body.

That is exactly what I was doing, stretching my arms over my head and arching my back, turning in a slow circle with my eyes closed as I rolled my head from side to side and felt the muscles in my body unknit. And then as I came back into the world I saw a movement from out of the corner of my eyes, through the window and into the house next door.

My reaction was in slow motion, disbelief guiding me as my fuzzy brain tried to process what my eyes were seeing. I saw him standing there, stationary in the window staring over at me. His eyes were on me, drinking in the sight of my naked body.

And though my eyes went wide I was frozen for a long moment, staring across the space as he watched me. Mitch wasn’t hiding his interest and he wasn’t looking away. He was looking at me with intensity and purpose, not a hint of embarrassment in him.

The same couldn’t be said for me. I felt a deep blush rising in me as I nearly doubled over. I stifled a shriek as my arms came up and across my body to shield me from his sight. I closed in on myself, hiding away from him as I slipped out of sight.

Pressing my back against the wall out of sight, feeling my heart pounding in me and feeling a thrill of excitement like I had never truly felt before. It welled up in me, running rampant through my body and making me tremble in its wake.