Garments
Before I was married I lived in a basement rental. The upstairs was rented by a single mother. I came home one night, went around the corner and an upstairs light to a window was on, that was eye level. The blinds were partially open and what caught me was this single lady was undressing. I stopped in my tracks, backed up and looked around to make sure I wasn't noticed. I stood by the edge of the window and watched her in her garments, with her bra on, and pants. She had already unbuttoned her pants and proceeded to pull them down, kick them off and put them in a hamper. Then I watched her undo her bra as I watched her breasts slacken, covered by her garments. She turned out the lights and I waited a few minutes prior to proceeding down stairs to the apartment.
I felt so naughty, but intrigued with how sexy a woman was in garments. I wish I had seen all of her. I don't know that I really saw her after that, even though we were all under the same roof, we never really interacted.
I wonder if she maybe heard my car pull up, and if she purposefully wanted me to see her undress with the blinds not fully closed. Probably not, but I always wondered.