The View Through The Window – The Final Chapter

I couldn’t remember the last time I stood there watching my neighbor.

After a rough day at work managing the ego of my boss and his team of ass kissers, I poured a glass of red wine and stood at my window. Naturally, my eyes drifted across the courtyard. It had been some time since I had stood there watching my neighbor through his window. I caught him staring right back at me. I wonder how many times he has waited at his window waiting for me to put on a show like I did that first night when I was home alone.

Instead of closing the blinds, I let the heat build between us for a few agonizing minutes. His breath practically fogged his own glass from across the way while I held his gaze hostage. Consequently, a delicious power shifted in my chest, demanding immediate satisfaction. I was done catering to men’s egos for the day, now it was my turn to be the boss. Before long I set my wine down, slipped into my heels, and out the door I went.  My heels clicked as I marched across the concrete to claim what was mine.

Keeping tabs on my neighbor had its perks.

My heels clicked against the linoleum hallway like a countdown timer to his undoing. When I reached his door, I knocked three times, hard and demanding, without a shred of hesitation. He opened it seconds later, wearing a look of sheer, breathless shock as he stared at me. Before he could utter a single word of greeting or apology, I grabbed his collar and pulled him into a fierce kiss.

His surprise quickly melted into absolute surrender under my lips. Following that initial shock, I stepped inside his apartment and kicked the door shut behind me. I did not ask for permission, nor did I offer an explanation for my sudden arrival. My silence commanded the entire room, leaving him completely paralyzed by my sudden, dominant presence. The extra curricular activity of watching my neighbor had its perks. I knew he lived alone and didn’t have visitors, thus he would be all the more willing to submit to me.

Did you think watching my neighbor from my window would be as far as I would go?

I gripped his shoulder and guided him backward until his knees hit the edge of the cushions. He collapsed onto the couch obediently, his eyes wide as he looked up at my face. Coincidently, I smiled, knowing exactly how much power I held over his racing heart in this position. Have you ever been this helpless under a woman’s gaze?

Without breaking eye contact, I straddled his lap and sank down, pinning him beneath me. He reached up to touch my waist, but I pinned his hands flat against the sofa cushions instead. Ultimately, he needed to understand that I dictate the rules of this game, not him. I leaned down and whispered into his ear, “I know you were watching. I know what you want.” promising to make every single one of his voyeuristic fantasies come true tonight.

I have thought about this moment since that first voyeuristic night looking in his window.

His breathing became shallow and ragged as I shifted my weight deliberately against his thighs. I felt the bulge in his pants growing under me. He tried to speak, yet I silenced him instantly with a sharp press of my index finger against his lips. Since he enjoyed spying on me from a distance, I decided to give him the most intimate, overwhelming view of his life.

Slowly, I pulled my dress over my head exposing my red, lacey bra and matching panties. His eyes widened as he took in the sight of me. Reaching down, I grabbed at the waist of his sweatpants and leaned in and pressed my lips to his for the second time. I pulled his throbbing cock from behind his clothing. He moaned in my mouth as I stroked him passionately. Sliding my panties to the side, I lifted my body slowly and slid his hard cock under me guiding it to the opening of my wet pussy. I began riding his cock as if he was the last man on earth.

I always get what I want.

Our little voyeuristic dance was over. He belonged to me now. I finally claimed his cock after months of living in his mind. As I took what I wanted from him, I imagined what it would be like to chain him up and keep him as my little toy. That was the moment my dark side awoke within me.

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