That night she lay in bed, scrolling through her phone, articles on the Coronavirus peppering her social media feed. She was over this lockdown now. She wanted to see her friends, her family, her lovers. No more incessant video calls. Someone she could interact with, read the nuances of their facial expressions and interrupt without muting the whole conversation.
A flicker of light caught her peripheral vision. She glanced toward the window.
“He lay on his back, knees bent. Muscular thighs hid the lower half of his stomach. As though reading her mind he suddenly sat up, revealing his naked body in its entirety.”
Another flare shone more directly towards her eye line. She waited for a minute, watching for another glimmer. Nothing. But she was sure it was coming from Topless Tom 2.0’s window.
She slid to the bottom of her bed and again, crawled beneath her window frame. In the opposite room the man walked towards his bed and lay down on top of the sheets. It was too dark to make out any detail of him, but she waited. She had the time.
Suddenly a beam of light lit up the face of her neighbour, contrasting against the darkness of the room. His jawline and eyes were reflected in the light of his phone. She repositioned herself, sitting cross legged in her white knickers on her half rolled out yoga mat, and waited for her eyes to adjust to the darkness.
He lay on his back, knees bent. Muscular thighs hid the lower half of his stomach. As though reading her mind he suddenly sat up, revealing his naked body in its entirety.
Startled, and feeling a chill from the ajar window she grabbed a jumper from the top of her washing piled up on her dressing table chair. Top heavy, the chair fell, scraping the wooden floor. She jumped, ducking below the window once again. Shit, how does she manage to be so clumsy?
Awkwardly rolling the jumper over her head she cautiously peered back over the window sill and fastened on a sight that dilated her pupils and parted her mouth. Half reclining on the bed, the man steadily stroked his cock, running his hand up and down the shaft. She watched mesmerised as his rhythm increased, his body tensing.
She felt a rush of heat over her face and chest, travelling down to her groin. His uninterrupted privacy was beautiful. Her face burned with both desire and shame at her perversion. She lay her head on the floor, closing her eyes while adrenaline coursed through her blood.