Erotic Blossoms: Daisy's Peeper

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He felt lonely walking the sea wall nightly, and never more so than during December when everybody in his locale seemed to be preparing for the festivities. Nevertheless, he rarely deviated from his routine; Tom took his walk whatever the weather. To some extent it removed him from his solitary existence, and he liked watching the boats bobbing up and down on the water, many of them attached to mooring buoys fixed to the river bed in the middle of the wide expanse.

Going along at different times of the day and night, he observed the changing tidal patterns; the way the landscape shifted, moving with wind and tide. Tom was particularly fond of nights at full moon, vistas illuminated in a pale, shimmering glow. He longed for clear skies, rejoicing that light pollution was not an issue in his area.

For the past week, he had taken to spending longer periods laying belly down on an incline next to the park, giving him a full, unobstructed view into the galley windows of one of the large barges permanently moored alongside the promenade. The occupants of the vessel usually closed the cute little curtains after nightfall, but lately he’d noticed they’d been left tied back as the woman went about preparing dinner.

She made a very pretty picture, sipping from a balloon glass of red as she moved around bathed in light from a large central fitting, which hung down over the workspace, her lovely figure always in sight in the confined area.

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