The City Window
When I was in my early twenties I lived in a city and had a third-floor apartment in a three-story building. My bedroom window faced the building next door, separated only by a narrow catwalk. On the second floor across and one window over was the bedroom of a young single girl with dark hair, cute and slender and in her early to mid twenties. I only saw her a couple of times over there, but she was close enough that I could hear her and her roommate talking sometimes. Neither building had air conditioning so on summer nights shades and windows were open by necessity.
Late one Sunday evening after dark I saw her over there, and kept my lights out as it appeared that she might be getting ready for bed. It's been so long that I don't recall details of how I hid, but I would have stayed discreet and quiet and still in my dark room, as there were other windows very close where someone could have spotted me, or even heard me.
She was modest and discreet enough to undress off to the side and not in view of the open window. But she left her nightgown on the floor in the middle of the room, and so she crawled a few steps on her knees naked below the window line to the middle of the room to retrieve the garment. From my view one floor up, I could see her on the floor. She was crawling away from me, and her cute little naked butt was up in the air, and she was close enough that I could see her dark bush between her legs.
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