Wendy

I was in the middle of my summer vacation, and checking my work email told me I was to get a new office. So, took a day in the middle of the week to drive all the way back into town, box up my stuff, move it on down, and inform the furniture crews where to place my desk. It was no big deal getting a new office, moving down five floors. Hey, I had a corner office now, and a window, too. Wonderful view of the pool for the two condo towers located all of 40 yards across from me.

Then came the first day at work. I got on down and hooked up the PC, got it going, got some XM online music coming in. Got the folders and papers in order, started on the bookshelf. After an hour I sat to check email, and absentmindedly looking up right over the shoulder of my monitor, was shown the true nature of my new office: Wendy.

Of course, I don't know her name, and don't want to, not ever. I'm looking through a window or two, so it was "Window . . . Winder . . . Windy . . . Wendy." And that was that. That came very quickly.

Her apartment is a floor below, and the cosmic confluences of the angles couldn't be more perfect. She keeps her apartment dark, so she likely figures no one is able to look in on her, because the blinds/curtains are never drawn, not ever. But what she doesn't think of is the fact that the lights in her bathroom are very bright, and that her vanity mirror reflects directly out the balcony door, and straight into my office. One office to the left or right, yout can't see a thing (I've checked). But from my office, specifically, from my desk, it's all there to see, literally.

She keeps her living room completely dark, so must think that no one can see inside. But she keeps her bathroom door wide open at all times, and the glaring lights of the vanity illuminated the bathroom up spectacularly, allowing me to see directly through the dark living room and right into the bathroom.

Even better, the angle is such that I see her backside as she stands at the large vanity mirror, and also see her front reflection. Again, the angles are absolutely perfect. The slightest change in the x, y, or z, and there'd be nothing to see.

So, every single morning between 7:30 and 8:30, I'm treated to Wendy. It's a powerful motivator to get to work early, and on time.

Have I got binoculars? Of course I do. I've got some wicked-powerful zoom binos that are really great, but with any zoom, the closer you go in the more light you need. So I've got to strike a balance between being close and having enough illumination to see. Let's say that reading the titles of her magazines and the words on her t-shirts is a piece of cake.

First she gets up. She wears panties and oversized t-shirts. She brushes her teeth first, and often it's some kind of other treatment, likely a whitener. Lots of time on the teeth, brushing for at least ten minutes. And usually then flosing, too. Then it's shower time. Off with the clothes, and then right into the shower. The real show is after the shower, as she doesn't dress at all, usually. That's her prep time. She's got wonderfully long, dark hair, so there is a lot of time spent on the hair, always the hair. There's lot of flipping, a pseudo-heavy metal-head-banging sort of action which I can only guess fluffs out the hair while at the same time using physics in a kind of centrifugal drying action. Then the hair dryer, and the brush. Lots of time with the hair.

Then the make-up. I'm happy to see that she doesn't put too much on. Mostly the eyes, and I can't recall seeing lipstick. The best part is that once the hair is done, she's very attractive, with very impressive hair. It's filled out very nicely, with great body, so as she does the rest of her morning prep in the nude, she looks really quite nice with no clothes and just the hair. A very impressive sight.

I'm happy to report that her breasts are just about the right size, just a little bit on the big size of standard. And natural, too. I'd love to congratulate her on her completely natural breasts, since my office also overlooks the condo pool, and the fake tits I see down there every summer day are an obvious and constant turn-off.

As for the Magic V, it's only glimpses. This is the deep irony here. The vanity height is such that it's right at the top of the bikini line, so that as she stands at the vanity there's nothing to see. She usually stands at a distance where there is no way to see. When she's moving, it's usually into or out of the dark living room or bedroom, so it's mere glimpses in the dark, so hard to get a good look. I'm hoping that she'l have some kind of centerfold-sexy trim or Brazilian, a wicked sexual landing strip, but I'm also realistic enough to know that's highly unlikely. I still keep looking, patiently, to see what develops.

It's kind of a sweet and sour thing, too. Many mornings I've watched her shave. She pulls out her little buzzing white plastic shaver and shaves just about like any man does, doing her upper lip, her neck, her chin, sideburns. She's dark, so it's a fact of life. I've seen her shave her nipples too, which is both kind of erotic and at the same time kind of funky. Furry dark nipples, now that's kind of a turn-off, sure, but then again, she's in there doing something about it, so good on her.

As much time as she spends on the shaving, I'd think that she'd really have a thing for shaving her whosis. But then again, if she were to do that, I'd also figure that she'd be doing it over the toilet, or in the shower, given the furry fallout. I keep hoping to see her bend on down and do it at the vanity, but it's unlikely.

Nope, I've never seen a boyfriend, and it's clear that she lives alone.

I've thought about what exactly is the attraction here, why this is so enjoyable. If I want to see nudity, I get that at home easily enough from the wife. There's plenty of X-rated videos, real-live old school porn, all kinds of women of all shapes, sizes, colors and flavors doing a helluva lot more than taking a shower and getting ready to go to work. So what is it about watching a 20-something naked in her dinky apartment that is so alluring and enjoyable? I guess it's the pure voyeurism, watching someone who does not know they're being watched, where anything can happen because the watched isn't aware. So she's shaving her nipples; would she do that in the presence of a boyfriend? Probably not, at least in my experience. In front of a long-term boyfriend, maybe, and int he presence of a husband, yeah, most definitely. But it's just the little things to observe, to look into a totally private realm and just see how it plays out.

It's little things, like when she puts on her perfume. I can't help but think of Jackie O as she sprays a little cloud of perfume into the bathroom air and then glides through it, arching herself backward just a little, both of her arms out, fingers spread in a perfectly stereotypical deb-diva pose as she drifts into her miasma of personal scent. It's priceless.

So is this wrong? This is another thing I grapple with. Technically, I guess it's peeping. But then again, I'm not creeping around and looking for this. I had absolutely no say in the selection of my new office; I simply reported to the room to which I was assigned. So all I'm doing is sitting at my assigned desk in my assigned room at my place of work, doing my job. And looking out the window. And this is directly out the window, right straight across all of 40 yards of courtyard, right into her apartment. And she never closes the blinds. This is a two-building complex, and there are dozens, if not hundreds of other apartments, with windows going right on up to 14 floors. And there's nothing else to see in them because those folks are bright enough to keep their blinds shut when they don't want to be viewed. Yeah, I guess the binoculars bit takes this just a little too far.

No, I've never seen her do a sexy dance and a rabidly filthy strip-tease and/or masturbate in the apartment, nor do I ever expect it. But it sure would be great, right? Being a guy, there's that part of my brain that whispers that it's always a possibility, and it is, but a very, very remote one, ridiculously remote. But there's always hope.

Another aspect of this is that I've noticed that it's not really that sexually thrilling. Not once have I ever gotten aroused watching her. There's no closing the door, dropping my pants and having a morning JO to this--it's just not that kind of event. I think the allure is watching the unknown, me not knowing what will happen, and her completely unaware that she's being watched.

But then I ask myself if she truly is unaware that she's being watched. She has never once closed her curtains, to the living room, that is. Her bedroom blinds are always closed, 24/7. It's been 3 months now, and I've never seen them open, nor have I seen the living room drapes pulled shut. So, she's aware the blinds are there, and knows how to use them. I guess she just figures that no one is looking, or that she's deep enough inside her apartment in the dark to be of notice to anyone. I've seen nothing that would indicate she's putting on an intentional show.

So, I'll just keep watching, continuing to monitor the situation. It's fun, mostly harmless as far as I can tell, and something to talk about with the guys.