The morning dance: a tempting tableau from across the hedge

From the comfort of my armchair, I glanced out the window to a view from the neighboring house. Through the swaying leaves of our shared hedge, I saw her - the petite, seductive 18-year-old daughter of the neighbors. Her small tits and cute face were framed by really long messy hair and light tasteful makeup as she teasingly stood on their upstairs balcony, draped in sheer curtains that danced with the morning sun. Her beautiful hands with short nails held onto the railing, hinting at what was to come. It was a sunny morning, yet the anticipation was as chilling as a winter's night.