Craig was bored. He sat staring at his books. His mum seemed to be constantly repeating the phrase “Your Highers are only a couple of months away. You need to get upstairs and do some studying.”

He slumped back in his chair, turning his head to stare out the bedroom window. His room looked out onto the back green. His eyes swept over the black windows of the tenement flats on the other side of the grass. This part of Edinburgh was home to a mixture of students and professionals and most of the occupants were still out as the dusk deepened.

He was just about to lean forward and switch on his desk lamp when the light came on in one of the bedroom windows of the tenement block opposite.  He froze, watching as a red-haired girl walked into the room. She looked like she’d just come from the gym. She was holding a pink towel in her hand and was ruffling her hair.

He leant closer to the window, furtively looking around to check both that the bedroom light was switched off and that his bedroom door was closed. He squinted, trying to see the girl more clearly, cursing the fact his mum had made him leave his phone downstairs after reading an article that having a phone in the bedroom disrupted sleep patterns.

He could feel himself getting hard as he watched her peel her shirt off. Her top was green and white and he was pretty sure it was a Hibs top. Brave girl, he thought, considering this part of Edinburgh was definitely Hearts territory, not that Craig was too interested in football. 

She dropped the top on the floor and carefully laid the towel on the bed. She put her fingers in the waistband of her shorts and slid both her shorts and her knickers down over her hips and stepped out of them.

Craig hardly dared breathe. He leant closer, trying to see more clearly but not wanting his face to appear in the window. As he watched her unclasp her bra, letting a pair of nicely sized boobs hang free, he suddenly remembered about his dad’s pair of binoculars. 

His dad was showing them to him only last week. He was wanting him to go for a hike up the Pentlands to look for a Red Kite. Well, this redhead was a much more exciting prospect.

He quickly went and got them from his dad’s study and slipped back into his bedroom. He crouched down in front of the window, checking and double-checking that the lights were off. He brought the binoculars to his eyes and was amazed at how good the definition was.

He watched her as she lay down on the bed, propped up on a couple of pillows so she could watch what she was doing. She wriggled a little to get herself comfortable as she ran her hands over her boobs. They were big. A perfect sized handful.

He watched her fingers tug on the nipples, delicious pink nipples on top of her typically Scottish pale skin. He watched her rolling them between her fingers and thumbs. Her legs squirmed on the bed as she brought one leg up, then the other as if they were being controlled by her nipples. Her tongue was sliding out of her mouth as she wriggled and squirmed, trying to hold off from sliding her fingers lower.

He watched as she walked her fingers down over her stomach, her legs spread, knees wide apart, feet touching. Her mound had a small triangle of red curls; Craig held his breath as her fingers circled her pussy, stroking her curls. It felt as if she was teasing him, her fingers moving closer, then circling away, each time, edging closer and closer.

He could feel his grip tighten on the binoculars. He held them one-handed as his other hand tugged clumsily at the belt of his trousers, finally freeing it and allowing his fly to open.

His cock was rock hard. As he wrapped his fingers around the shaft, he could feel the pre-cum oozing from the tip. He slowly pulled the foreskin back as he slid his fingers down towards his balls.

Watching the girl dip a finger inside her pussy, he could see her juices glistening on her finger as she pushed it in and out, dipping and smearing her juices along her slit.

He could feel his fingers moving faster back and forth along his cock as he watched her finally give in and press her fingertip against her clit. Her hips jerked up off the bed. He watched her face, eyes closed, biting her bottom lip as her hand cupped her pussy. 

He almost forgot to breathe as he watched her. Her fingers spread, he could see her middle finger pushed inside her. Her thumb strummed her clit as she spread her legs wider.

His hand moved faster, pumping his cock. Pulling the foreskin back them pushing it up over the head again. He sped up, fingers gripping his shaft harder, squeezing his cock as he watched this woman masturbating.

Her mouth opened, her head thrown back. Her eyes were closed. As he moved the binoculars over her, he could see her stomach muscles tensing up, as if she was sucking her insides in deeper. He watched, realising that it was the fact that she didn’t know he was there excited him more than he could articulate. 

She squirmed on the bed, writhing; her arse wriggled as she lost herself in the pleasure her fingers were creating inside her. Her hips jerked off the bed as two fingers plunged in and out of her wet, open pussy. 

It was too much for Craig, with his mouth open, gasping in gulps of air, his stomach clenched, his balls tightened, and with one last hard tug, he felt his cock explode. 

Streams of hot white cum squirted out of his cock, splattering against the wooden panels underneath the window. He doubled over, panting as his cock pulsed, pumping out the last of his teenage cum.

He raised the binoculars back to his eyes just in time to watch her roll onto her side, her thighs squeezed tight together, hand caught in a vise-like grip.

He could see her toes curled as she lay shuddering, letting the aftershocks wash over her. Craig felt his heartbeat slowly return to normal. His mouth was dry, his tongue licking the inside of his mouth and lips in between gasping oxygen back into his lungs.

He heard footsteps in the hall. Quickly he pulled his trousers up, cock tucked back inside his boxers, the binoculars thrown onto the bed. He didn’t have time to wipe the splashes of cum from the wall before his Dad knocked on the door and poked his head around without waiting for an answer.

“Craig, dinner will be ready in five minutes.” He paused as he noticed the binoculars lying on the bed.

Craig flushed red and quickly blurted out, “Aye, I was thinking maybe we could go bird watching after all, Dad.”

Craig’s heart froze as he watched his Dad pick up the binoculars and take a step towards the windows.

"You won’t see much in this light, mind you,” he told Craig as he raised the glasses to his eyes.

Fuck, oh please, don’t let her still be there, Craig silently pleaded as his dad scanned the building opposite.