I used to live in a row house with several housemates. I lived in the basement, but the bathroom and shower I had to use were on the main floor with a window that overlooked the deck in the back yard. The ventilating fan was so poor that it would get very hot whenever you took a shower, so I always cracked open the window an inch or two to let some of the cooler air in.
In the spring, I started to eat my breakfast on the deck in the back and read the paper before heading into work. One morning I realized that the open bathroom window was just a little above eye level. It occurred to me that if I could find something to stand on, you could see right into the shower area of the bathroom, and that the bottom of the window was low enough that you were unlikely to be seen by someone getting out.
Unfortunately for me, no women used that bathroom, so this discovery was almost purely academic.
Until, that is, a friend of mine who was getting married asked if an out-of-town guest could stay with us for the wedding weekend. It was a female grad student friend of his that I hadn't met before. The room we would let her use was on the main floor, so she would be using this bathroom.
I didn't get to meet her until the rehearsal dinner. She was curvy in a good way, with blond hair and tanned skin. I remember her as being pretty dull to talk to. Not a big deal, as I wasn't too concerned about her personality.
A group of us, including her, went out to a couple of bars after dinner and when we got back to our place, we were all pretty tired so everyone went to bed.
I am not typically an early riser, but I woke up early that morning to make sure that the window was open about 2 inches and I turned the blinds so that it was impossible to see down onto the deck below. After that I went out onto the deck to make sure I had something to stand on to see in. Then I just had to wait, so I went back to my room and listened for the shower.
But I fell back asleep.
When I woke up, it was about an hour before it was time to leave for the wedding. I could hear her in the bathroom at the sink, and I could smell the steam from the shower. I had blown it!
I thought I should still take a peek to see if there still might be something to see, so I quietly snuck out onto the deck and climbed on top of the platform I had set up.
I couldn't believe it. She was standing in front of the mirror completely nude putting on her makeup.
She had a nice ass, full and very spankable, and I could see the curve of one breast in profile. From her tan lines, I could see that she enjoyed getting some sun in a modest, two-piece suit.
Then she turned to get something off of the shelf and I got a full frontal. She had sweet C-cup tits, with pretty large areolas and pert nipples. She was also a bleach blond; the neatly trimmed, brown landing strip did not match her blond curls.
But who am I to criticize.
I watched her brush her hair and finish her makeup for a couple of minutes until I got too paranoid about getting caught. So then I silently crept off of the deck and slunk back into the house.
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