You shouldn’t be here… but you couldn’t resist. Your window cracked open just enough to watch her—the hot girl next door slipping inside her bedroom, door left ajar. She has no idea you’re already crouched behind her bed, heart pounding, cock half-hard as you drink in every movement. The moment she peels her t-shirt over her head, your mouth waters; full, perky tits bounce free, nipples stiff from the cool A/C. Jeans slide down next, revealing a perfect round ass. She steps out bare, completely naked, ivory skin glowing in the soft lamplight. You freeze as she flops on the bed, legs lazily spread just enough to gXXXXse a soft, shaved pussy. She doesn’t check the room again. She’s comfortable here; it’s her space. A paperback opens between her fingers, legs subtly rocking open and closed, toes flexing. Minutes pass in breath-holding silence. Her idle hand wanders down, brushing across a nipple then tracing lower. You watch a fingertip swirl gentle circles over her clit, a tiny shudder running through her thighs. Your cock throbs against your zipper, pre-cum already slicking your boxers. Her laptop chimes. Still nude, she props herself on one elbow, perky tits pressed together, legs lazily scissoring. She checks her email, scrolling with one hand, the other slipping back between her thighs. She’s getting wet; you can see the glisten. A soft moan escapes her lips, muffled by a bite on her lower lip. You swallow hard, praying she doesn’t look up, praying she keeps going. The minutes stretch like hours. Each sigh, every subtle hip-roll is carved into your memory. Finally, a soft growl from her stomach; she laughs, closes the laptop, and pads toward the door. You hold your breath as she exits, bare feet whispering over hardwood. Silence. Opportunity. But how do you escape without a creak? You’re trapped with the scent of her skin, the imprint of her naked body on the mattress, and the promise that you’ll replay this moment over and over again tonight while stroking yourself to the thought of almost being caught.