At the Window ♕

At the window

 

Standing at the window, I see my neighbors living their lives -literally inside their homes, across the street. I live in a very historic area of the city, our houses are close together and the streets are narrow. Most buildings are 2-flats and 3-flat grey stones with large picture windows. Being on the  2nd floor, my view of my neighbor’s living room is a direct hit. So that means the hot guy who just moved in across the street on the 3rd floor – can easily see into my unit when I’m close to the window.

I’m not normally an exhibitionist

Yet with my recent breakup, a little attention was needed, besides Sweet Pleasures of Chocolate and Sex, even if it is from the unknown man across the street I didn’t know much about. He was part of our neighborhood watch list, so we had each other’s names and phone numbers. He was beautiful to look at and had a dog. Perfect to masturbate to, and there he was at the window, watching me.

With black lingerie and a lacy robe, I went and laid down on the sofa, the one near the front window. My eyes were on the apartment above me, I took some delicious-smelling almond oil and started to rub it onto myself. Untying the belt, pushed down my black lace panties, and closed my eyes, spreading the oil over my stomach and thighs. The very neat yet bushy pubic hair I’ve started to grow back turning dark and slick with pussy juice and oil.

At the window, his eyes were watching my every move

So I slipped my hands down between my legs, cupping my pussy, moving my head back as the sensations hit me. I was rolling my nipples between my fingers and the other hand circling my clit. Starting to finger fuck myself, stopping only long enough to pull them out. I put my fingers into my mouth, licking off the sweetness.

Pretending to be oblivious to him standing at the window, you could see him with his cock in his hand, stroking himself in time to my fingers. As I watched his hand move faster and faster, my orgasm got closer with each stroke we made on ourselves. We were both getting lost in our pleasure.

My face always gives me away as I cum, scrunching up and I cry out a primal scream of relief.

Afterward, as I lay there panting, removed my fingers slowly and licked them clean, my wet pussy reflecting off the street light. I continued to caress myself, lightly touching my nipples and enjoying the post-orgasmic afterglow. He was still at the window – grabbing himself a tissue.

Suddenly the phone rang with a deep voice on the line “Hey, it’s Paul, your neighbor. I hope you enjoyed that as much as I did.”

The phone line went dead before I could respond. Then, with a really big smile, I threw a thumbs-up at the window.