Member-only story
People Watching
“She’s fifteen, for god’s sake!”
He straightens up and spins round, deliberately knocking the spotter scope off his desk so its aim can’t disprove his alibi. “I was bird watching!”
“Tits?”
“Not yet, she hasn’t taken her … Ah, bollocks! Honey, I was only looking. She undresses in front of a window, she must want men to watch her.”
“You told me you were working. It’s bad enough that you’re actually sitting in the dark watching our neighbour’s daughter swan around in her underwear, but she is fucking fifteen!”
“I had no idea, honestly! She looks — Hang on! She works in the Red Lion. She’s served me. So she must be eighteen, at least.”
It was worth a try, just for the look of guilty horror on his face. “Yeah, I’m messing with you: she’s nineteen. You know, if you watched her in the morning instead you might miss out on a glimpse of her ass before she puts on a t-shirt and goes to bed, but you would see that short shirt rise up as she stands at the open window and stretches to greet the day. Then she practices her asanas for half an hour in yoga pants so tight she might as well be naked. She needs to work on her chakrasana, because her legs should be closer together. She’s got a cute innie, by the way.
