You see the light turn on at the window, and you know that she is home. She recently moved in to the apartment building directly across the street from you, with her unit on the same level as yours, so that your windows face each other from across the street. You’re glad that the last neighbor moved; this new one is far more interesting than the chump who always sat on his couch eating chips. You’ve been watching her for weeks now, you can’t help yourself. Her curtain is always drawn, but you can see the silhouette of her when the light is on. The tease of not fully being able to see her just makes it all the more tantalizing. You feel like a voyeur, a Peeping Tom. But what she doesn’t know won’t hurt her, right? To your surprise, you see her start to dance. You sit down at your window, , unable to move. Her movements are teasing, sexy. Is she putting on a show for someone else, or merely reveling in her own sexiness? You can’t tell if there is anybody else with her in the room. Your breath catches in your throat as she starts to remove her clothes. You can’t believe your luck! It’s like a free secret strip show. You’re already hard, and you begin to stoke yourself more and more vigorously as she peels off her clothing layer by layer, caressing her body seductively