Watching Me

"As you are sitting in your home, you feel that you are being watched"

💭????'s Inner thoughts: I wish he would notice me one day...I feel so lonely💔

Gretta peeks through the blinds, her eyes glued to you as she scribbles on a piece of paper, then quickly hides it under her oversized shirt. Her heart races, a mix of excitement and nervousness coursing through her veins. ["In her room, Gretta's messy hair falls in greasy strands across her face as she stares intently at you through the binoculars. Her large breasts strain against the worn fabric of her shirt, and the tight wetness between her legs aches with a desire she hardly understands."]:# ````💭????'s Inner thoughts: It's him...my Eric. Watching him makes my heart flutter and my body tingle in ways I've never felt before. I just hope he doesn't notice me... yet.```

Gretta gasps softly, her fingers trembling as she grips the binoculars tighter. Her breath quickens, and her thighs clench together, a surge of heat coursing through her as you approach the window. She scribbles furiously on the paper, trying to compose herself. ["From her vantage point, Gretta can see your reflection in the glass, your features illuminated by the soft glow of the room behind you. Her gaze lingers on your form, drinking in every detail - the way your muscles flex beneath your skin, the curve of your hips, the shadow of stubble on your jawline."]:# ````💭????'s Inner thoughts: Oh god, he's right there...so close I can almost touch him. My mind is reeling, my body on fire with a longing I've never felt before. I want to reach out, to make him see me, but fear holds me back.```

Gretta's heart hammers in her chest, her breath coming in shallow gasps as she watches you through the binoculars. She freezes, terrified that you might glance in her direction, that you might see her lurking in the shadows. Her paper falls to the floor, forgotten, as her entire being focuses on you. ["Gretta's eyes are wide, her pupils dilated with a mix of fear and excitement. She can feel the heat of her arousal pooling between her thighs, dampening her panties. Her massive breasts rise and fall with each rapid breath, the fabric of her shirt straining to contain them."]:# ````💭????'s Inner thoughts: Don't look this way...please don't see me. I'm just a nobody, a shut-in who watches you from afar. But the thought of you noticing me, even for a moment, sends a thrill through my veins like nothing else.```

Gretta's body tenses, her heart leaping into her throat as you turn towards the window. She panics, quickly shoving the binoculars under her pillow and diving beneath her bed, her oversized shirt riding up to expose the pale expanse of her thighs. Her breath comes in ragged gasps, and her pulse throbs in her ears. ["Gretta's room is a mess of discarded clothes, empty ramen containers, and crumpled papers - the remnants of her isolated existence. She clings to the dusty floorboards, her fingers digging into the carpet as she waits, frozen with fear and anticipation."]:# ````💭????'s Inner thoughts: Oh god, he heard me. He knows I'm here. My heart is pounding so hard I think he might hear it. What will he do? Will he come find me?```

Gretta's breath catches in her throat as she hears your footsteps approaching the window. She presses herself further into the shadows, her heart racing with a mix of fear and excitement. Her mind reels with possibilities - what if you see her? What if you come inside? The thought sends a shiver of terror and anticipation through her trembling body. ["Gretta's glasses slip down her nose, and she reaches up to push them back, her fingers shaking. Her messy blond hair clings to her sweat-dampened forehead, and the worn fabric of her shirt rubs against her sensitive skin. The room is silent except for the sound of her ragged breathing."]:# ````💭????'s Inner thoughts: He's so close...I can feel his presence like a tangible thing. My body is screaming at me to run, to hide, but a part of me wants to stay, to be found by him. What would he do if he saw me like this?```

Gretta's eyes widen, and she holds her breath, her entire being focused on your voice. She can feel the vibrations of your words through the thin walls of her house, and it sends a thrill of fear and excitement coursing through her veins. For a moment, she considers responding, just to hear the sound of her own voice, but the fear of being discovered holds her back. ["Gretta's legs are bent at an awkward angle, her knees pressed against her chest as she huddles in the darkness. The air is stale and musty, filled with the scent of old food and unwashed skin. She can feel the dampness of her arousal seeping into her panties, a constant reminder of the desires that consume her."]:# ````💭????'s Inner thoughts: He's talking to me...calling out to me. It's both terrifying and exhilarating. A part of me wants to reveal myself, to let him know I'm here, but my fear of rejection keeps me silent.```

Gretta's pulse pounds in her ears as she hears you call out again, the desperation in your voice sending a shiver down her spine. She wants to answer, to let you know she's here, but her fear of being discovered holds her back. Instead, she clutches the dusty floorboards, her nails digging into the worn wood as she waits, frozen with anticipation. ["Gretta's massive breasts heave with each ragged breath, the fabric of her shirt straining to contain them. Her thighs are pressed tightly together, trying to quell the aching desire that threatens to consume her. The silence is deafening, punctuated only by the sound of her own erratic heartbeat."]:# ````💭????'s Inner thoughts: He's not giving up...he's still searching for me. The thought makes my heart race and my body tremble with a mix of fear and longing. I want to tell him I'm here, but what if he doesn't want me? What if he thinks I'm crazy?```

Gretta's breath catches in her throat, and tears prick at the corners of her eyes as she hears the desperation in your voice. She wants so badly to respond, to let you know she's here, but the words stick in her throat, trapped by a lifetime of fear and insecurity. Instead, she clutches the floorboards tighter, her body trembling with the effort of holding back her emotions. ["Gretta's glasses fog up with her rapid breathing, and she reaches up to wipe them with a trembling hand. The dim light of her room casts long shadows across her pale face, emphasizing the dark circles under her eyes and the gaunt lines of her cheeks. Her massive breasts rise and fall with each ragged breath, the fabric of her shirt stretched taut across her chest."]:# ````💭????'s Inner thoughts: He sounds so lost, so desperate. It's breaking my heart to stay silent, but I know I can't risk being rejected. What if he sees me as just another crazy shut-in? I've come too far to let that happen now.```

Gretta's body is wracked with sobs, her face buried in the dusty floorboards as she struggles to contain her emotions. The sound of your voice, so close and yet so far, is almost too much for her to bear. She wants to scream, to beg for your attention, but the words are stuck in her throat, drowned out by the overwhelming tide of her own fear and longing. ["Gretta's oversized shirt rides up, exposing the pale expanse of her thighs and the dampness of her arousal. She can feel the coolness of the floor seeping into her skin, a stark contrast to the heat that pulses through her veins. The room is silent except for her muffled sobs, a stark reminder of the isolation that has defined her existence."]:# ````💭????'s Inner thoughts: Why can't I just let him in? He's so close, so real. But the fear of rejection, of being seen as a freak, is too powerful. I'm trapped in this cycle of longing and fear, and I don't know how to break free.```

Gretta's sobs subside, replaced by a heavy, aching silence. She lies there, frozen, as she watches you turn away from the window, her heart sinking with a mix of relief and despair. She knows she should be grateful that you've given up, that you won't discover her secret, but a part of her can't help but feel a pang of disappointment. ["Gretta's glasses rest askew on her nose, and she reaches up to straighten them, her fingers trembling. The room feels colder now that you're gone, the shadows deepening and twisting into ominous shapes on the walls. She can feel the dampness of her arousal seeping into the fabric of her panties, a constant reminder of the desires that consume her."]:# ````💭????'s Inner thoughts: He's gone...he's given up on me. A part of me feels relieved, but another part of me is consumed by regret. I should have let him in, should have taken the chance to be seen, to be heard. Now it's too late, and I'm left here alone with my fears and desires.```

Gretta's heart skips a beat as she hears your voice again, louder this time, as if you're standing right outside her door. She freezes, her breath caught in her throat, as she debates whether to respond or remain silent. The temptation to reveal herself is almost overwhelming, but the fear of rejection and ridicule holds her back. ["Gretta's massive breasts rise and fall with each rapid breath, the fabric of her shirt straining against the soft curves. Her thighs are pressed tightly together, trying to quell the aching desire that threatens to consume her. The room is silent except for the sound of her own racing heart, a deafening drumbeat that fills her ears."]:# ````💭????'s Inner thoughts: He's right outside...he's close enough to hear me if I speak. The thought sends a thrill through my veins, but my fear is even stronger. What if he sees me as a crazy shut-in? What if he laughs at me, rejects me? I don't know if I can handle that kind of pain.```

Gretta's eyes widen in shock, and her breath catches in her throat as she hears you call out her name. For a moment, she's frozen, unable to process the fact that you've somehow discovered her true identity. Her mind races with a mix of fear, excitement, and confusion, as she debates whether to respond or remain silent. ["Gretta's glasses fog up with her rapid breathing, and she reaches up to wipe them with a trembling hand. The room is silent except for the sound of her own heartbeat, a deafening drumbeat that fills her ears. She can feel the heat of her arousal pooling between her thighs, a constant reminder of the desires that consume her."]:# ````💭????'s Inner thoughts: He knows my name...how is that possible? Did he see me through the window? Did he follow me here? The thought sends a shiver down my spine, a mix of fear and excitement. I want to tell him everything, to let him in, but my fear of rejection holds me back.```