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Helloooooo neighbour!
I was cleaning up the kitchen last night when I happened to glance out the window and see my neighbour across the way in a state of undress. It happened so quickly that I couldn't be sure what I'd seen--it looked like he was shirtless and taking off his sweat pants. It also looked like he had magnificent thick black chest hair.
I turned off the lights and kept an eye on his place. There were no blinds visible on any of the windows. Then I saw him crossing the apartment totally buck naked. I was right about the body hair, which culminated in a huge black thatch at his pubes, but was mysteriously absent from his entire back side. Commercial depilation? Maybe he was trying to show off his shapely back development. He was by no means a muscle bear, though; a little skinny in the arms with the very beginnings of a belly. He had a lovely medium tan down to waist and on his legs and what looked like a black moustache and shaved scalp. (The angle tended to cut off his head from view.)
How was it that I had never noticed him before?
He had an ironing board set up in his kitchen (how I wish my kitchen were large enough to iron in!) and was working at it. It occurred to me that he might be ironing the curtains. Shamelessly, I stood their and watched, hoping for a view of his ass. They confirmed my estimate of his age: Nicely proportioned, but a little droopy. After he put the board away, he started fiddling with something in his dining area window. At one point, I think he may have spotted me looking, since he wandered into the bedroom and returned wearing either a towel wrapped around his waist or a pair of baggy shorts.
At some point, I began to hear some fierce cursing coming from below my windows. It sounded like a gruff, middle-aged man, so I naturally suspected my freaky downstairs neighbour. I noticed that the guy across the way often seemed to be at the window--at some point, he left the dining area and began working in the bedroom--when the cursing was going on, so I wondered if he was trying to get a look into the apartment of the guy downstairs and figure out what he was so steamed about. I assumed it was some simple but frustrating construction project (he's a contractor and his place is continual under renovation) since I also heard bumps and whirs.
At some point, though, I realised that maybe the long, narrow gap between lobes of the building was fooling my ears. Were noises from below me bouncing off the walls opposite and into my windows or were they originating from the other apartment? I began to study the furry man's activities in the bedroom more closely to see if I could find any connection. Sure enough, I saw him slam an electric drill down while I heard a loud retort follwed by "FUCK! SONUVABITCH! FUCK!"
That didn't kill my budding erotic attraction to him, but it certainly dampened it along with any interest in meeting him socially. Life is too short for men with short tempers. I went back to my bedroom and read. Later, I noticed that he had finished hanging blinds in his bedroom, so I guess the floor show is over for the nonce.
I turned off the lights and kept an eye on his place. There were no blinds visible on any of the windows. Then I saw him crossing the apartment totally buck naked. I was right about the body hair, which culminated in a huge black thatch at his pubes, but was mysteriously absent from his entire back side. Commercial depilation? Maybe he was trying to show off his shapely back development. He was by no means a muscle bear, though; a little skinny in the arms with the very beginnings of a belly. He had a lovely medium tan down to waist and on his legs and what looked like a black moustache and shaved scalp. (The angle tended to cut off his head from view.)
How was it that I had never noticed him before?
He had an ironing board set up in his kitchen (how I wish my kitchen were large enough to iron in!) and was working at it. It occurred to me that he might be ironing the curtains. Shamelessly, I stood their and watched, hoping for a view of his ass. They confirmed my estimate of his age: Nicely proportioned, but a little droopy. After he put the board away, he started fiddling with something in his dining area window. At one point, I think he may have spotted me looking, since he wandered into the bedroom and returned wearing either a towel wrapped around his waist or a pair of baggy shorts.
At some point, I began to hear some fierce cursing coming from below my windows. It sounded like a gruff, middle-aged man, so I naturally suspected my freaky downstairs neighbour. I noticed that the guy across the way often seemed to be at the window--at some point, he left the dining area and began working in the bedroom--when the cursing was going on, so I wondered if he was trying to get a look into the apartment of the guy downstairs and figure out what he was so steamed about. I assumed it was some simple but frustrating construction project (he's a contractor and his place is continual under renovation) since I also heard bumps and whirs.
At some point, though, I realised that maybe the long, narrow gap between lobes of the building was fooling my ears. Were noises from below me bouncing off the walls opposite and into my windows or were they originating from the other apartment? I began to study the furry man's activities in the bedroom more closely to see if I could find any connection. Sure enough, I saw him slam an electric drill down while I heard a loud retort follwed by "FUCK! SONUVABITCH! FUCK!"
That didn't kill my budding erotic attraction to him, but it certainly dampened it along with any interest in meeting him socially. Life is too short for men with short tempers. I went back to my bedroom and read. Later, I noticed that he had finished hanging blinds in his bedroom, so I guess the floor show is over for the nonce.
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It also looked like he had magnificent thick black chest hair. olala!
I was right about the body hair, which culminated in a huge black thatch at his pubes, but was mysteriously absent from his entire back side. Commercial depilation?
Da hat er mir was voraus.
Exkurs: Ich überlege im Moment auch, ob ich mich am Rücken wachsen (ich meine eine Behandlung mit Wachs) lasse, um in Thailand wenigstens einen glatten Rücken zu haben. Aber seltsamerweise fällt mir dieser Schritt schwer. Wie wird es sein, wenn sie nachwachsen und wie Stacheln durch das T-shirt stechen. Als ich mir die Brushaare mal getrimmt habe (alle auf 1 cm oder so), sah das ganz schön aus, aber die Haare waren nicht mehr weich und es fühlte sich stachelig an. Also hab ich sie wieder der Natur überlassen, wie es meine Natur vorgesehen hat. Eine ganz kahle Brust möchte ich nicht haben. Ich finde es schon lästig genug, das Gesicht zu rasieren.
Maybe he was trying to show off his shapely back development. He was by no means a muscle bear, though; a little skinny in the arms with the very beginnings of a belly. He had a lovely medium tan down to waist and on his legs and what looked like a black moustache and shaved scalp. (The angle tended to cut off his head from view.)
Die Beschreibung gefällt mir!
How was it that I had never noticed him before?
Vermutlich warst du damit beschäftigt, nach anderen Bären und Daddies zu schauen. :)
Shamelessly, I stood their and watched, hoping for a view of his ass. They confirmed my estimate of his age: Nicely proportioned, but a little droopy.
..., but a little droopy ... das nenn ich charmant, ich fass es nicht, du junges Frischgemüse, hahaha
Sure enough, I saw him slam an electric drill down while I heard a loud retort follwed by "FUCK! SONUVABITCH! FUCK!"
That didn't kill my budding erotic attraction to him, but it certainly dampened it along with any interest in meeting him socially.
Was für strenge Maßstäbe. Bist du im Englischen Königshaus groß geworden oder lebst du nach dem spanischen Hofzeremomiell? Du musst ihm doch zugute halten, dass er sich allein wähnte. In Gesellschaft wahrt vieleicht auch er die Contenance, was meinst du?!
Life is too short for men with short tempers.
olala, ich bin überrascht über manche deiner strengen Anschauungen!
I went back to my bedroom and read. Later, I noticed that he had finished hanging blinds in his bedroom, so I guess the floor show is over for the nonce.
Aber besser einmal als keinmal.
Ich habe deine Geschichte jedenfalls mit viel Vergnügen gelesen.