Originally Posted by levite

Growing up in LA, we lived in an apartment directly facing the neighboring apartment across the driveway, maybe eight feet away. None of us had A/C, so the windows were wide open in the summers, with the fans blowing. Most of our neighbors weren't worth the looking at, but we had one...she was a hellcat, worked in the Industry, drove a Vette, short skirts or shorter shorts, long-legged and red-haired.... For some reason I just could not catch a glimpse of her, and lord knows I tried, seeing as I was sixteen, and had literally nothing better to do. Finally, late one hot night, I woke up to hear the Vette pulling down the driveway. I could see from the way she stumbled into the apartment that she was a little drunk. I saw the light go on in her bedroom, but she had light curtains drawn over the open windows. I saw hints of shadow playing tantalizingly on the curtain, but nothing serious. I was about to turn over and go back to sleep, when one florescent lamp in the kitchen went on, and to my everlasting delight, she walked in, stark naked. Her body was mindblowing--incredible legs and hips, phenomenal tits, red hair flowing over her shoulders-- and shone white in the florescent light, absolutely perfect. She got a cold bottle of beer out of the fridge, leaned against her kitchen table, and ran the cold glass over her face and her body. She slowly alternated taking sips of the beer and running the bottle over her skin. When she finished it, she took another, and did the same.

That was it. Once she'd finished that, she turned out the light, and I never saw her naked again, though lord knows I looked. I have no idea if she was aware anyone was watching, or cared. I damn near gave myself tennis elbow that night, but it was worth it....