I SIT BACK IN THE KITCHEN CHAIR I have parked in front of my window. Picking up the binoculars in my lap, I bring them to my eyes. The focus is off, so I twist the dial until it’s clear, then zoom in on the person I’m watching in the apartment across from mine. She’s entering the mouth of the hallway that leads to her bedroom.

I take my eyes from her just long enough to look at the clock on the stove. Right on time. Just like every Tuesday night.

My body tightens in anticipation.

Once she enters her room, her hands move to her hair and she releases the long blonde strands from her ponytail. She grabs the mass of curls and brings it over her shoulder before she runs her fingers through it.

My hands tighten on the binoculars with the need to have my own fingers in her hair, gripping it as I guide her head where I want her.

She stops in front of her dresser, her hands moving to the buttons on her bright red shirt, and she slowly starts releasing them. A black bra comes into view and my dick hardens beneath the zipper. The material slowly slides down her arms until it lands on the floor. Smooth tanned skin tempts me.

The open black curtains flutter as she passes by them. She disappears for a moment before her form comes back into view. Her hands move to the button and zipper on her skinny jeans. When she shakes her ass to get the tight material over her hips, I swear she’s putting on a show just for me. My balls draw up, and I’m forced to release the button and zipper on my own jeans. It never takes much for this woman to put me on the edge.

The first time I saw her was two years and two months ago, and it’s a day I’ll never fucking forget for as long as I live. I had been standing in front of the window, drinking a beer and randomly looking out across the way when something caught my eye. A woman, with her back facing the window, her wild blonde hair cascading down her back. She was on her knees in front of a man. His head was tilted back, one hand on the window behind her, the other fisting a chunk of her hair. Although he was helping guide her, the woman knew exactly what she was doing. I couldn’t see her face, but I desperately wanted to. I’ve always enjoyed watching people have sex, watching people period, but there was something about watching the woman’s blonde head bob back and forth as she took the guy in her mouth. To this day, I still don’t know what it is.

I took out my phone, pulled up the camera feature and zoomed in as far as I could. I still couldn’t see her face, but fuck if the view didn’t get better anyway. After several more minutes of her blowing him, he yanked her away. She stood, and without prompt, turned around and flattened her hands against the glass, presenting her ass to him. My first look at her face wasn’t that great through my camera, but it was enough to send the last of the blood in my body straight to my dick. I blew my load all over the window as I watched the guy fuck her.

I was at the window every day for nine days after that before I saw her again, and each of those days that she didn’t appear drove me insane. The day she did show, she was alone, and all she did was eat a meal she warmed in the microwave, watch the television for an hour, then go to bed. I soaked up every second of seeing her again.

I don’t know where she goes, but she’s rarely home. However, for the past year and a half, every Tuesday night, like clockwork, my ass sits in this chair, and I watch her. Every week the same thing happens. Except for that first time, she’s never brought a man home. Her curtains are always open, except one day a week. Thursday. Every once in a while, I’ll see her walking through her apartment, but most of the time she’s not there.

I don’t know her name, what she does for a living, if she has a family, or even the color of her eyes, but Tuesday is my favorite day of the week, because that’s when she puts on a show for me. This girl is mine, even if only in my head.