Name: Anonymous 2009-06-04 1:38
So, I happened to have to go to the back window, the one that looks over the heart of the block.
About 100 feet away, but not in a straight line, a window was open.
These children I already have seen before, in the street. After all, this is my neighborhood.
They seemed very interested in coming to the window, climbing the window frame from the inside and look over straight away. Their angle is particularly interesting - they are able to look at the road on the other side of the block.
The younger one, maybe 4-5 was only in underwear.
The older one was in a blue T-shirt and underwear.
The first few times. Then the 6-or-so-years-old took off that T-shirt. And then that underwear.
It seemed obvious to me that they had been left home alone by their parents who they probably weren't expecting any time soon.
Both were climbing up and jumping down, looking over the window. They were also shouting stuff. I couldn't hear a lot (hey I am old!!) but they were talking obscenities, which in my guttery mind I found very sexy to hear - I have always liked foul-mouthed children.
And well, one was naked the other in just underwear… who wouldn't like that?
They probably didn't think anyone was looking, as the road would be like 170 feet away from their window maybe, and then they were several floors above ground level. Myself I was behind the window and not in a straight line, so I don't think I was visible myself.
Still, even considering that, they were very certainly unashamed by the adult language they were using, or by the show they were giving; these little exhibitionists were there for long enough for me to take in their whole torso and legs, their sexy side shape, and, in one case, of course, theirprivate now public parts.
Eventually they got bored, or started to expect their parents, or whatever. They climbed down never to be seen again. Yes, I admit I stayed there, looking. After all, it was them who wanted to give a show so I don't feel any guilt for looking or enjoying it.
Oh, you're wondering about the title?
I might have forgotten to mention these were two boys.
About 100 feet away, but not in a straight line, a window was open.
These children I already have seen before, in the street. After all, this is my neighborhood.
They seemed very interested in coming to the window, climbing the window frame from the inside and look over straight away. Their angle is particularly interesting - they are able to look at the road on the other side of the block.
The younger one, maybe 4-5 was only in underwear.
The older one was in a blue T-shirt and underwear.
The first few times. Then the 6-or-so-years-old took off that T-shirt. And then that underwear.
It seemed obvious to me that they had been left home alone by their parents who they probably weren't expecting any time soon.
Both were climbing up and jumping down, looking over the window. They were also shouting stuff. I couldn't hear a lot (hey I am old!!) but they were talking obscenities, which in my guttery mind I found very sexy to hear - I have always liked foul-mouthed children.
And well, one was naked the other in just underwear… who wouldn't like that?
They probably didn't think anyone was looking, as the road would be like 170 feet away from their window maybe, and then they were several floors above ground level. Myself I was behind the window and not in a straight line, so I don't think I was visible myself.
Still, even considering that, they were very certainly unashamed by the adult language they were using, or by the show they were giving; these little exhibitionists were there for long enough for me to take in their whole torso and legs, their sexy side shape, and, in one case, of course, their
Eventually they got bored, or started to expect their parents, or whatever. They climbed down never to be seen again. Yes, I admit I stayed there, looking. After all, it was them who wanted to give a show so I don't feel any guilt for looking or enjoying it.
Oh, you're wondering about the title?
I might have forgotten to mention these were two boys.