Spencer’s Point of View
I walked behind the lawn mower like I did every Saturday morning, cutting my lawn. It was a hot one out today. I wiped the sweat from my brow. As I listened to the music that poured through my headphones, I didn't need to look up to know that I was being watched from her bedroom window.
I'd moved into this house a year earlier, right after my divorce, and had taken notice of her almost instantly. I knew my thoughts about Jon's daughter were completely inappropriate. She was very much younger than I and he had become my best friend over the first few months of moving in. Yet I couldn't help myself. I watched her occasionally in the backyard from my office window, thought of her while I pleasured myself, and had to be careful not to get caught staring at her as she paraded around in cute little outfits when I joined them for dinner. Bottom line, she was sexy as hell.