Forgot the curtains open AGAIN

I have this little routine when I get home from work. Shoes off, blouse and bra off, hair up in a ponytail. Then I usually strip down to just panties and a big T-shirt before making dinner or collapsing on the couch. Office clothes off, comfort on.

One evening I did just that — peeled off everything, tossed it onto a chair, and padded into the kitchen half-naked, only to realize that as I had done many times before I completely forgot to close my curtains before doing my little strip-routine.

And right across the street? My neighbor’s window. Direct line of sight. And I could see his outline through the window

I froze. Not because I was embarrassed. More like… curious. I didn’t see him looking, his back was turned to me at the moment, but I couldn’t shake the idea that maybe he had been watching. Maybe he was, surely he must have seen something at some point! And the weirdest part? That made my skin tingle.

After that, it kind of became a game. I’d come home and pretend to forget the curtains. Sometimes I’d stretch a little longer in front of the window, take a bit more time slipping off my blouse and my bra. Just enough to make it interesting, never too much, never totally naked.

I have no idea if he ever watches. But sometimes I hope he does. But it turns me on like crazy knowing he could be out there enjoying my little shows.