It was late; the street was silent and dark, except for the flicker of the pumpkins glowing in every doorway or window.
I had just turned my own lights out and dropped my robe when I saw him stroking his cock, right in the window, facing mine. He was still dressed in a crisp suit with just his trousers undone.
My desire was bubbling like a witch’s cauldron as I watched him stroke himself to orgasm, his treat exploding all over the window.
Opening the window, I called, “Nice trick, now do you want a real treat?”
