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It’s hard not to watch her.
Ben tries his best, he really does. But while he attempts to focus on work, his eyes can't help but linger. Their windows perfectly framed one another's rooms.
His office space to her bedroom. How convenient for him.
He gazed over at the woman's room, illuminated by aesthetic orange light from her lamp in the corner. Her shadow seeming to slowly move near the entrance of her walk-in bathroom.
His rationality builds in his head, that there’s no possible way such a beautiful woman would want an apparent creep like him watching her.
And yet, he can’t help but gaze over to see what beautiful set of lingerie she’s trying on today.
He tells himself that it’s wrong, probably because it is. But the amount of time she spends in front of that window, he’s convinced that she wants to torture him, that she wants him to watch.
So he does.
She doesn’t disappoint. Then again, she never does, never could.
She finally steps foot in front of the window, her chestnut hair bundled in a messy bun. Her long, toned legs walk her through the sacred space. Perfectly tanned, when he squints, he notices the same cute freckles that are splattered on her face and shoulders. Her body is covered in a light blue garment, her bralette splattered with butterflies, hiding her delicate pink nipples from his eyes. Her thong is attached to lace garters that show off her perfect ass. She could give him a heart attack and he wouldn't mind.
He can’t decide what to focus on most. The adjustment of her standing mirror in the corner shows him every angle of her, like she's setting it up just for him to see. Her fingers quickly browsing er phone to find a song. Her tan legs beginning to sway her around the room in a flirtatious dance. Ben chuckles, his office has always been his happy place, even before opening the window across from her bedroom. The perfect corner of his house with two walls of window. The perfect lighting for his eyes to work and later watch the sunset. But lately that sunset has been second to her when he started opening both windows. She seems to have always left hers open.
He's memorized her routine, a simple life. She spends her days working, meditating, or lately browsing for lingerie on her computer. He’s never seen a man step foot in her house to give her what he thinks she really wants. He’s only ever seen what looks to be her best friend, a small, black haired woman, all smiles and likely all business the way she struts through the woman's house.
He quickly catches the lies in his head, he’s seen two men in her house, but the fortunate truth is that they’re probably just her friends as well, seeing them steal kisses from each other while she cooks or they play a board game in the living room.
He wants to join them, even if they all hate him, he just wants some kind of group that listens to his problems, laughs at each others work stories, or even cry at what they've achieved or lost. He just wants more than what this bullshit is.
He has one friend, a coworker, Armitage, or Hux by most crowds. But he says the same thing Ben's mother always tells him.
Get more friends. And he tries, sort of. His quick nods to other men at the gym is nice. Though there's no actual interaction, it feels genuine, friendly, of course.
His other coworkers are... tolerable. If he's being honest, he barely sees anyone. Working from home has become an enjoyable routine with Zoom meetings and chats from Hux of where he wants to go for lunch later in the nearby city. Snoke's presence always brings a gloom to the office anyway, so its not something he misses.
But lately, work is all he thinks about. His love for hiking has declined, even now in the peak summer, without someone to go with him. His love for cooking has plunged when he knows he's cooking for one. He's just so goddamn lonely. So he takes what he can get, and right now that’s being an absolute creep and watching his neighbour dance in her lingerie sets.
She turns toward her night stand, opening the small drawer and retrieving what looks to be a mediocre vibrator, plugging the cord into the outlet below her bed. Ben watches her test it out, flicking the switch and rolling onto her bed. She grabs her pillow that looks like that baby Yoda he's seen on TV. Placing it behind her to comfort her back, and giving him a full view of everything she's about to do to herself. She throws her covers onto the ground, like she wants him to watch, wants him to see everything she does to herself.
He's lucky the summer sun is now setting, darkening his room so he can hide.
She sets the vibrator on her bed, leaving it just below her glistening center, feeling the vibrations as she begins to move her hands up and down her body. He watches her fingers dance around her bra, grabbing them, plucking them, squeezing them. He moves his eyes up to her face, her nose scrunching, her mouth falling open.
He dreams of hearing the moans that escape her. But he’ll take what he can get for now.
Her hands begin their decent to her delicate pussy, moving the lace out of the way and lightly touching her bud of nerves. It’s slow, he observes, just the way she likes it, he’d listen to what she’d say and follow her instructions soundly. He would spread her slick across her pussy and slowly plunge his fingers into her wet hole, she would watch and moan and squirm for him. But she’d take it. Take all the pleasure he has to offer.
There’s an ache in his pants that forces him to look down at his tented crotch. He quickly stripes from his suit pants and jacket, no time to put it on a hanger or throw it in his laundry basket. Because she’s reaching for the vibrator, lining it up with her pink hole and pushing it into herself.
She seems to play with the toy until she's satisfied. Her mouth goes slack, a wrinkle forms between her eyebrows. She carefully moves the device in and out of her pussy, the gleam of her juices spreading along the vibrator. He takes his cock in his hand and pumps, attempting to relieve himself. He watches as her legs begin to shake and yet still attempt to spread open to make room for more pleasure. The grip on his cock tightens and their paces seem to rival, like it really is a game she's keen to win.
Maybe she is winning, because her movements become frantic and she can’t help but try to hump the vibrator, giving her the upmost pleasure.
He watches as she fall over the edge, his movements becoming unstable, out of control. He suddenly releases over his lap, falling with her, but not as he would like.
Ben catches his breath, beaming at the goddess as she jumps out of bed to clean herself up and change. He decides to do the same, but with guilt lingering over him.
***
Making his way to his car, Ben notices his goddess locking her door and probably taking herself to work. She dresses casually, a simple white shirt under a long brown coat, dark blue jeans and white tennis shoes. She turns to meet his chocolate eyes with her hazel ones.
“Hi Ben,” she says with a wave.
He’s astounded, how does she possibly know his name and why does he not know hers? She approaches him with something in her hand, a letter. “Sorry to bother you, but I guess the mailman gave me your mail instead of mine, do you know if you got anything that wasn’t yours, mine would say ‘Rey Johnson’ on it.” She beams at him.
He watches her, dumbfounded again. Her name is Rey, like a Rey of light, or sunshine. And she's British. It makes him want to hear all the dirty things she’d say to him while he pounds himself inside her.
Rey clears her throat, waiting for some kind of answer. Focus dammit. Ben snaps from his head. “ I- I’m sorry Rey, but I haven’t seen anything in my mailbox yet” he replies nervously.
“That’s alright Ben,” she hands him his mail, “I’m not waiting for anything special, just don’t want to miss anything important... like bills,” she rolls her eyes.
He smirks “yea, don’t want to miss those stupid things.”
She smiles, her gums almost showing and he’s surprised he’s funny at all.
“Well if you get anything, you know where I am,” she says as she treads over to her beat up buggy of a car. She quickly turns, “Enjoy your day, Ben!”
“You too, Rey, I’ll make sure you get what you need.” Dear god, he thinks. Did you really just say that?
She turns and winks, opening her car door and lowering herself inside. He sits himself in his Mercedes Benz and slaps his hands on the wheel. That could have gone a lot better.
***
As it turns out, Ben does not enjoy his day. Snoke swamps him in work and his current partner for a case, Mitaka, doesn’t show up on the one day he needs to be in the damn office, leaving Ben to do everything.
When he faces the clock to see that he can leave, Snoke catches him to stay another hour so he can focus. His frustration is luckily defeated by his effort as he gets the job done, ready to leave and plonk his head on his pillow to pass out.
Once he's finally free from Snoke's claws, he waddles to the parking lot and practices his breathing in the safety of his car.
As he drives home, he notices a small shop on the corner of Niima Street. A lingerie shop filled with colourful garments. His brain starts to fight him, he has the urge to step on the breaks, the traffic be damned, and make his way for the door. Because his only thought is seeing those sets when Rey was browsing her computer. He makes the split decision at the red light, quickly making a u-turn and luckily finding a parking spot a few shops away from their door. Ben exits his car and hesitantly walks to the lingerie shop.
Right as he enters, a tall blonde greets him. “Hi there,” she says with a smile. “I’m Gwen, do you need help with anything, looking for specifics?”
“Ah…yes, I’m just looking for anything simple at the moment.” He replies with what feels like zero confidence.
“Sounds good, if you don’t mind me asking, do you have a general idea of her body type?” Gwen asks. Ben freezes, he knows exactly what Rey's body type is, yet feels embarrassed to say so. He hesitates.
Gwen seems to notice his reaction, maybe feeling sorry for him. She smiles, not wanting him to feel embarrassed.
“Or we can grab your size, if this is your first time.” Gwen interrupts.
Ben blushes from cheeks to ear, “I’m sorry…what?”
“Oh, I’m sorry sir, you just seem a bit nervous, we have garments for all genders, if you want something for yourself, or a partner, we have a great selection” she explains.
“Oh no, I-, it’s for a friend, she loves this stuff, but I just want to start off simple.” Ben staggers.
“I see, well we have some stuff she might like, so if you know what her general measurements are, we can estimate her size and go from there.” Gwen says.
“Yeah, that, ah, sounds perfect.”
As Ben finally manages to give Gwen the measurements of Rey’s body type, Gwen begins to hand him lingerie that Rey may like. Ben’s eye catches a light pink teddy, as Gwen calls it, with matching, lace stockings.
He thinks Rey would love it, and to him, she’d look devine. He tells Gwen that he’s settled on the pink lace. She gladly agrees, taking him to the counter and wrapping it in a box with an adorable blue bow. Gwen wishes him luck on the present and to come back, he considers it greatly, bidding her a farewell out of the shop.
***
While he drives home, he realizes that he has no clue how he’ll give Rey the present. The last thing he wants to do is scare her with his intense gesture. So before exiting his car, he grabs a pen from his front compartment and writes on the small note provided on the box.
TO: REY
FROM:
His pen stills. He leaves it blank. He can’t bare to write anything at all.
It’s a bit dark when he exits his car, he sees a light coming from Rey’s room, so he power walks to her door and decides to leave the box there rather than jamming it in her mailbox or ringing the doorbell and giving it to her himself. He carefully places the present on the doormat, centered in her view once the door opens.
Suddenly, he’s startled by a bark on the other side of Rey’s door. He can’t help but sprint away from her house to quickly hide in his own. He rushes inside to hide behind his couch opposite to her living room space. Rey opens her front door while she tries to shush the dog, a small Corgi, it seems. With all his lights off, he silently watches her scan the package while closing the door. He mimics her movements and they both head upstairs. Rey sets the box on her bed, making herself comfy on the fluffy, warm blanket at the edge. Ben sits in his office chair and watches her carefully untie the bow and open the lid of the box.
A blush appears on her rosy cheeks as she untangles the garment from the box. Her jaw practically drops as she dangles the cloth in front of her to admire it. A look of confusion quickly washes over her, grabbing the note to see she has an anonymous gifter. Ben begins to smile when she begins to frantically stripe from her clothes, excitement on her face as she tries it on.
It seems to fit her perfectly as she does a tour in the mirror. His cock can’t help but twitch as he watches her hands feel up and down the lace, cupping her breasts and ass. Ben feels accomplished, his horrible day quickly turned better because of Rey, because he made her happy. His smile lessens as she turns to look at the note, her curiosity peaking as she looks for a name besides her own.
He regrets not putting his name on the note now, but at the same time, he has other chances, because this feeling of watching her enjoy what he did for her will become addicting. He knows for a fact it will, but for now, he’s going to enjoy her happiness and hopes to gain some of his own on the side.