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My experience doesn’t fit exactly, but I thought it was risky and close enough to share. I worked over 40 years as a sub contractor in new construction before I started my own small handyman business taking only small interior painting, sheet rock and small repair jobs.

Back in May of 2017 we had some very bad thunderstorms and straight line winds that damaged a lot of homes in our city. After the storm, the roofing repair market became very lucrative as I began receiving lots of calls from potential customers for roof repair work due to the storm. I typically don’t do roofing jobs because at my age they are very tedious and hot. However, with the insurance money flowing after the storm I decided to take a few small roofing jobs.

A couple of months into the post storm repair work, I had gotten behind on completing another job and ended up showing up late one evening to provide an estimate for an elderly couple in a nice middle class subdivision that was probably 10 to 15 year old with all single story homes. The elderly couple had taken damage to their home and needed their rear porch eaves repainted and a small portion of their rear roof repaired.

It was late when I arrived and getting dark so I informed the homeowners that I would take a look at their damage and get them an estimate the next day. After speaking with them, I grabbed my ladder and equipment went to take a quick look and get a general idea of the damage.

I had got up on the roof and was looking for damage and as I was walking across the back of the roof I immediately saw that from my vantage point on the roof, I could now see over the wooden fence of the house next door to the left. The houses were probably 20 to 25 feet or so apart on each side. What caught my attention was that there was a black man wearing a dark shirt and slacks standing in a lighted bedroom of the home next to the house I was providing the estimate on.

The house next door had a single window on the side of the home in the bedroom the man was standing in. The window had a valance curtain across the top and another curtain that started about midway of the window down. The way the curtains were positioned it provided fairly nice sized opening in the middle of the window from a higher vantage point as there was nothing impeding the view.

The window was a few feet below me from my position on the roof and just to my left. I paused still and he continued to stand in the room talking on his cell phone for a couple of minutes before leaving the bedroom after cutting the light off.

After he left, I waited a few seconds before I started assessing the damage on the roof and taking a few notes. I went about accessing the damage and probably five minutes later the light came back on and the black man had reentered the room and was now talking but he wasn’t on his phone. I stopped again and very soon thereafter a black lady walks past the man as they are talking.

As I looked more intently, I could now see a black lady wearing a cream colored long white skirt and matching white blouse talking to the black guy. I quickly paused and waited as they talked at least another 10 minutes or so. I was getting very nervous at that point because my truck was still out front and I didn’t want the elderly homeowners to look outside, see my truck and start thinking why I still was in their yard.

It was at that point I realized I would certainly look like a pervert if they saw me, but I wasn’t’ leaving at this point unless the homeowners came out looking for me. So at that point, I moved back over to the edge of the roof where my ladder was and was prepared to act as if I was getting down if I was seen by anyone, but basically I just laid flat on the roof for probably another 10 minutes or so before they stopped talking and the black man walked out of the room.

They looked to be in their mid 30’s or so and within a minute of the black guy walking out of the room the black lady moved into a area nearly right beside the bed in their room and almost in perfect position for where there we no curtains in the window and started to rub the outside of her white blouse just under her tits. That quickly led to her reaching for blouse and removing it and then pulling the straps of what looked to be a secondary tank top shirt over the side of her shoulders.

I’ll never forget as she pulled the straps of the second shirt down to her stomach and unhooked her white bra. Once the bra was off she rubbed her tits for a few seconds, but her back was turned to me and I couldn’t see much. She then stood with her hands on her hips for a few seconds before she moved from in front of the window and into an area behind the window where I could not see. At that point, my chest was beating fast and I just stayed lying flat on the roof.

About thirty seconds later I see her walking back across the window with her skirt held up in front of her as if she was looking at it. I now could see her totally uncovered plump, but firm looking brown titties. It was at that point that I also noticed thing she had on what looked to be tan compression shorts or fitted body shaper shorts. She laid her skirt down near the bed and then I realized she actually had on an entire tan body shaper girdle and the straps she had pulled over her should were actually the upper part of the body shaper girdle.

Once the skirt was laid down she headed back near the bed and pulled the covers of the bed back and then proceeded to pull the entire body suit girdle down showing me everything she had. She was a very nice looking black lady with shoulder length curly black hair and had a very nice body and appeared to be very much in shape. Her stomach could have been a bit flatter, but her tits and shapely brown skinned bottom made up for any imperfections.

She walked out of my view butt naked in her room and then right back in front of the window allowing me one last look at her tits and the first real view of what appeared to be a trimmed, but hairy black haired bush. She messed with the covers again and finally got in the bed.

At that point, I made the decision to get off the roof and head to my truck. I didn’t really feel any risk that the black lady or her husband could see me because it was really dark at that point and at ground level the wooden fence covered any opportunity for them to see me through the curtain so they had to believe they were completely covered. I am certain they thought that all their neighbors were inside their homes and that no one had a veiwpoint over their fence and into the gap of the curtains in their bedroom.

However, it was very risky because I was sure that anybody driving by with headlights in the neighborhood would easily be able to spot me on a ladder on the side of the roof in the dark and think that was suspicious. Also, my other main concern and risk was that the homeowners of the house could possibly come out and look for me because it was so dark and I had not left yet.

The post storm repair work lasted for several months and while I probably worked on 10 to 15 homes during that time period there was only one other house that had a similar window setup. However, I worked on that house during the day so I didn’t get the same opportunity at night. Plus, the lady living there was as old as me so I didn’t really have a desire to take a risk in seeing her.

I now often wonder if I am missing an opportunity for a view when I turn down external repair jobs without actually visiting the house. However, outdoor painting and repair jobs are still very hot and tedious and it is still very unlikely have a good window situation to make it work. Plus, it is especially risky at my age because I can’t run.