My eyes found the window; the light was on, and there he was.
The man stood in the middle of his room, in plain sight. Didn’t he know that everyone who peered at his window could see him? Maybe he enjoyed being watched. But now that I took a closer look, I noticed that only his chest was naked and he was still wearing beige pants. The sigh of relief – or maybe disappointment, I wasn't entirely sure – got stuck in my throat when a beautiful woman with long red hair came into view. She was naked.
I almost choked on my tongue when she knelt down in front of the man and pulled his pants down. Now I almost wished that the stupid brick building were closer to my apartment; then at least I'd have a better look. I bit down on my lower lip, feeling ashamed for that thought, but at the same time I couldn’t stop thinking about a solution for my problem.
A grin tugging at my lips, I turned around and hurried toward my wardrobe. I fell down on my knees and pulled out one of the moving boxes I used for storing old stuff. I threw away the lid and started rummaging in the box, ignoring the photos of me flashing my braces in stupid smiles and not caring if I spread my belongings all over the floor. At the bottom I finally found what I’d been looking for.
I grabbed the binoculars with a sweaty hand and jumped to my feet. My toes caught on a bump in the floor and I had to grab the wardrobe to steady myself. Whoa. I’d end up breaking my neck if I kept it up. Pathetic.
I hastily switched off the light, covering the room in blackness, before I positioned myself behind the curtains, hidden in the darkness of the room. With shaky hands, my pulse pounding in my veins, I brought the binoculars to my eyes and peered through them. After a moment, I found the illuminated window. My focus was on the upper part of the man, and I was mesmerized.
His eyes were closed and his head was tilted back in obvious pleasure. His hair was the most fascinating shade of blond, almost golden, and he was simply beautiful. I usually didn't use that word for men, but it was all I could think of when I looked at his face. His lips parted slightly and, though I couldn't hear it, I imagined he'd moaned. Slowly, my gaze traveled lower over his muscled chest, his taut stomach, the fine line of hair that led to his...
…cock. Oh my.
My face heated and I had to steady myself with a hand on the window frame.
His boxers had joined the pants on the ground by now and his erection stood on alert. The red-haired woman wrapped her fingers around his shaft and started pumping up and down slowly.
My mouth went dry when she parted her lips and began sucking him, her eyes watching him the entire time. She seemed so in control – as if she had no problem taking what she wanted. Heat pooled in my lower belly and I rubbed my thighs against each other to alleviate the sweet tension that was building in me.
I couldn't stop watching as the redhead sensually worked her mouth up and down, her fingers tracing every inch of his body. I wondered how his skin felt under her fingertips, how he tasted. Was he burning up the way I did? I allowed myself to close my eyes, imagining how it would feel to be the woman in that moment.
I shuddered and my lashes fluttered open.
The man placed his hands on the woman’s head and tangled them in her red curls, pushing her mouth up and down harder and faster. He was looking down at her, watching how she worked him and another silent moan escaped his lips.
On its own accord the hand that wasn't holding the binoculars traveled over my breasts, my hard nipples, and down my belly. Slowly, hesitantly, I pushed my hand into my sweatpants. I cupped myself over my panties and moaned softly. It had been a while since I’d pleasured myself. Most of the time I was too tired. As I watched the redhead sucking the man, a heat I’d never felt before spread through my body.
I'd never seen a porn movie or read a Playgirl, and seeing something like this with my own eyes was incredible.
I pushed the crotch of my panties aside and ran a gentle finger over myself. I'd never felt like this before. Sometimes I’d wondered if something was wrong with me, if maybe I was frigid just like Chris’s had said after I’d pushed his hand off my breasts. I started moving my fingers in rhythm with the man’s thrusts. My breath left my body in tiny gasps, electricity coursing through every inch of me. My hand with the binoculars shook but I couldn't take my eyes from the scene in the other room.
The man tensed and threw his head back, his fingers tightening in the woman’s red curls. My finger moved faster and faster as I watched him ride out his orgasm and then my own body started to shake. I gasped and moaned while I clung to the window frame.
Slowly, I came down from my high and caught my breath, feeling slightly guilty and embarrassed. I removed my hand from my panties and let it drop to my side, suddenly feeling cold. Squeezing my eyes shut, I tried to forget what I’d seen, to banish the embarrassment. I shouldn’t have watched them. It was wrong. But those feelings of shame vaporized when I directed my eyes back to the illuminated window.
The woman knelt down on the bed on all fours and gave the gorgeous man a coy look over her shoulder, her ass wriggling teasingly. He smirked as he came up to her from behind, rubbing his growing erection. I thought it took longer than that. Maybe the guy was some superstar porn actor. He grabbed her hips and with a swift move pushed into her.
My hand returned to my still sensitive folds and this time I pushed a finger into my wetness, mimicking the movements of the man. Or rather I was trying to mimic his movements. His pace was so fast and powerful that only watching him pounding into the redhead made me dizzy. His firm backside tensed with every push and one of his arms snaked around the woman's waist and his hand cupped her sex.
My finger was pumping into me faster and I felt my legs shake violently. The woman threw her head back for a cry of pleasure that I couldn't hear, and I let out my own cry when the second orgasm shot through my body.
My legs gave away and I sank to my knees, panting. Next time I’d have to sit on my desk to watch him. Next time?
I'd pleasured myself countless times before but it had never felt this good. Not even close. ‘Just imagine how much better it would have been if your neighbor had actually done all those things to you,’ a small voice teased.
I groaned and closed my eyes as the binoculars dropped to the ground. Bruno stood on his hind legs and licked over my face, pulling me out of my after-orgasm-haze. I grimaced as I patted his soft head. I blew a strand of my brown hair out of my left eye.
Great. Just great. I was patting my dog while the redhead was probably snuggling up to the gorgeous blond-haired man. She didn't need to pleasure herself. How I wished I were her.