Author’s Note 1: These short fantasies started off as weekly mini-stories for my readers, but the newsletter was shut down because autoresponders do not accept adult content. I thus decided to publish these fantasies for free for my readers to enjoy. It is meant to entertain, so please do not leave hateful comments if everything is not perfect. I am only human after all.

Author’s Note 2: Although this fantasy can be read independently, it was written as part of a series. For full enjoyment, please read “The Barbie Lez Fantasies: Week 1-91”.

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Have you ever had one of those fantasies? You know, the ones that feel so real you begin to wonder if you are actually imagining them. Well, I do… because I have them all the time! Sometimes, they turn into a story, but mostly they remain trapped inside my brain. That is, until now…

It all started a few days ago when I realized I could see into my neighbor’s bedroom. I had to stand in a particular spot for it to work, but when I did, I could see her entire room. I don’t usually enjoy invading other people’s privacy, but I was fascinated by this woman. Not because she was beautiful, even though she was. Not even because of the thrill involved with spying on someone. In fact, I had no idea why I was so obsessed.

The first few days, I only caught glimpses of her, but that only served to intrigue me further. I found myself thinking of her and fantasizing about orchestrating a chance encounter to meet her. But before I could make my move, something happened.

It was nearly ten o’clock at night and I had just concluded a particularly intense writing session. As I waited for my computer to shut down, I peered out the window and found my neighbor’s bedroom illuminated. A smile curled my lips as I found her standing at the foot of her bed.

I was not planning on being creepy. I was content simply watching her go about her nightly routine. But instead of slipping into her pajamas, she stripped out of her clothes and started parading around the room. I was stunned. This only happened in movies and teenage boys’ fantasies. But this was no movie and my fantasy had yet to begin. This was real.

I stood there, entranced by the woman’s beauty. I knew it was wrong of me to spy on her, yet I couldn’t look away. My body remained frozen in place. I barely blinked. I barely breathed. I barely moved. I was captivated.

The woman’s gaze suddenly traveled to her window.