I was a single female of twenty-six years when this story happened. Four years out of college and up until recently I was employed in an entry-level tech job. Three months before, I was promoted to a mid-level position in our company because of a skill set I had that was needed. I had a gift of turning plans and drawings into blueprints. My agreeing to move to a different city on the East Coast was also a factor in my promotion. It wasn’t a tough decision on my part. I was single and though I had a boyfriend it hurt me more to have to leave my cat behind at my parent’s house than to leave my boyfriend of half a year. He was an okay lover. Good enough to scratch my itch when I was horny, but the passion was long gone. Yes, he was an alright boyfriend, but my cat was a wonderful cat.
I could do much of my job from my apartment. A desk, a computer, and a secure internet connection were everything I required most of the time. Though I needed to go to our production facility once or twice a week to receive/give clarifications on blueprints of new boats. Boats? Say yachts instead. Our East Coast production yard could build two yachts in the 100-120 ft. range or smaller simultaneously. As you may imagine, people who could afford boats that had that kind of price tag had set requirements of what they wanted and how they wanted the boat to look. Unfortunately, these ‘set’ requirements changed as often as the weather. Of course, each change needed new and precise weight distribution calculations and new blueprints. A two-million-dollar yacht with a pronounced list to one side or the other was considered ‘not a good thing’.
Anyway, my promotion, change of location, and new salary gave me the opportunity to upgrade my living standards. I moved into a beautiful apartment complex of two, twenty-story buildings facing each other across a narrow garden. I was on the 18th floor and if I stood on my small balcony and s-t-r-e-t-c-h-e-d out over the railing I could just see the ocean. Yep, I had a real ocean-view apartment!
The outside ‘walls’ of the apartments in the complex were a mostly glass facade. Floor to ceiling glass. Kitchen, living room/den, and master bedroom were all subject to being in view of anyone in the adjacent apartment building on or near my floor. It was like living in a glass cage. For privacy, ceiling-to-floor curtains which could be pulled across the glass windows were deemed to be sufficient. My glass wall and small balcony faced north so there was never any sun shining in through my windows. With no sun glare to worry about, I had one side of my desk positioned right against the glass so with a slight turn of my chair I could look out the sliding glass door leading to my small balcony as well as the large glass wall directly to my right.
I don’t work with the television on. Music appropriate to my mood playing in the background suited me best. If I had a mental block, I’d rather sit back in my chair and look out at the world than watch a rerun of a show I’ve seen a dozen times. I’d only been moved in five or six days when I had just such a mental block. Lacing my fingers behind my head, I kicked back in my chair and looked out my window at nothing in particular. That’s when I spied the woman in the apartment across the way.
The fifty-meter gap between the two buildings and some sun glare was enough to make facial details vague. However, neither distance nor glare could hide her long, brown hair and hourglass figure. Definitely a very nice figure and shapely legs. Dressed in a blue, tight-fitting t-shirt with a low scoop neck, her well-endowed chest and, umm, ‘everything’ below her shirt would have been in perfect view except for distance and glare. And down further… Panties? A G-String? Maybe nothing? I just couldn’t tell because of the sun’s glare. I used my imagination to fill in details and decided on panties. I, myself, would never consider sitting on furniture without at least panties on and I gave her the benefit of the doubt.
Leaning against the sliding door which led to her small balcony, she was drinking what I assumed to be coffee from a mug. I prefer a hot tea myself but there’s no accounting for taste. Although it was past noon, she moved languorously like a woman just out of bed. Lazily stretching different parts of her body in no discernable pattern. Fingers trying to tame tousled hair going every which way was the clencher. Bed hair cannot be disguised even with distance. I raised my cup of tea in salute and wished my neighbor a silent good afternoon. It wasn’t as though I could fault her sleeping late or her apparel. I hardly stir from bed on the weekends until late and am rarely in anything but the soft material of the loose-fitting sweatshirts and shorts I usually wear around the apartment for comfort when not going anywhere. Looking down, I added an addendum to the list of my ‘at home’ clothing- warm, fluffy house shoes.
I continued to rock in my chair while enjoying the serendipitous view of the very nice, barely clothed hourglass figure. With the sun shining on her face, she seemed to be basking in the warm rays while sipping from her mug. As I continued to watch, I saw a shape appear behind her. Not in the sun, the figure was harder to see in the shadows behind Sun Goddess. -Yes, thus I’d named her- My first impression was of a man. An impression given substance as he approached the woman from behind and closer to the light. Arms reached around to enfold her as she leaned backwards into his embrace. Sun Goddess leaned back fully into the embrace and molded her body to his as hands began roaming over her body. Hands that moved to intimate areas. Sliding up thighs to belly before continuing up to cup breasts through the t-shirt. Again, distance and sun glare made some things hard to see but it appeared she had nice sized breasts. Full handfuls from what I could see as fingers gripped and molded them. As I watched, I could see their mouths move. My imagination filled in the words as they stood in the window.
You were wonderful just now, my dear.
Mmm, your huge cock felt wonderful inside me.
It was wonderful watching you orgasm beneath me.
Okay, okay… It was crap dialogue. Blame my anemic imagination. Unfortunately, my sex life for several months had been just as anemic as my imagination. Watching this woman who had obviously just come from her bed. Who probably had just experienced this man between her legs. Who was now having her neck kissed while one hand groped her breasts and a second hand was sliding up the inside of her thighs to cup and caress… Ooohhh crap, how I wished I were she.
Unconsciously, my hand slipped between my legs to also cup and caress as Sun Goddess turned her head just enough to bring her lips to his. Damn! This was so infuriatingly erotic watching her get all the attention I’d been denied for a very long time. My ex-boyfriend had become a straight-to-penetration type of male for several months even before I’d moved. Hardly any foreplay and even less romance! Something told me that Sun Goddess was simply oozing with foreplay and romance.
Something else was oozing I discovered as my hand slipped under the waistbands of my shorts and panties. The soft, wet sound of drenched pussy lips separating and coming together as I continued to cup and caress… I couldn’t stop my soft groan as Sun Goddess was turned fully into a passionate kiss. A long kiss turned into shorter kisses that traveled from mouth to cheek to neck. I had a perfect view now as the sun had moved and the glare on her window lessened. Sun Goddess’ back was to me. I wished that it was my ass cheeks being crushed in strong hands and not hers. I watched as Sun Goddess’ back was bent backwards… Though I couldn’t see, I just knew the man was pulling the scoop neck of her t-shirt lower just before his head dipped towards Sun Goddess’ chest. No doubt to capture and suck on a now exposed nipple.
It had been so long, too long since I had been manhandled in such a rough way, but my body remembered how it felt to have my ass cheeks and breasts given willingly to another for his enjoyment. I was cupping and caressing a bit hastily, my short breaths interspersed with quiet moans as my own nipples crinkled and throbbed in response to what I could see and what my imagination led me to believe. I felt hot, swollen, and very, very oily… My hand was not just cupping and caressing but was now also penetrating. My free hand moved to my breasts. Molding my breasts through my sweatshirt while pinching and pulling on my hard nipples. I was so caught up in cupping, caressing, penetrating, molding, pinching, and pulling while watching Sun Goddess being so deliciously molested for all to see that it took me several heartbeats to realize that she was not the only one performing erotic acts behind transparent glass. I had the distinct feeling that she was watching me!
I couldn’t be sure. Sun Goddess was too far away for us to make actual eye contact. I’d thought that without the sun shining through my window I’d be too far in shadow to be seen. What a fool I’d been! I had the room’s overhead light on. I had the lamp behind me on my desk on. Reflected sunlight from the building across the way… I had everything but a spotlight trained on me. And Sun Goddess had her head turned to look out her window. Her eyes might be closed as she enjoyed the attention from her lover. At least I had hoped her eyes were closed. But I couldn’t shake the feeling she was looking at my window. Just at that moment, the man said something in Sun Goddess’ ear. She nodded. I swear she took one more look in my direction before following him out of sight. No doubt to the nearest bed.
I was too far gone to worry about anything at that time. I hurried and flung myself across my bed to reach for the drawer of my night table. I only took the time to push my panties and shorts just far enough down my legs until I could bend my knees and spread my thighs wide. Fingers of one hand moved inside me while my other hand monitored the strength of the vibrations on my clit. My breath caught in my throat when the tip of the vibrator touched me too forcibly. I pushed my fingers as far inside me as I could. I groaned in annoyance while my hips bucked upwards trying to force my fingers further. My body remembered how a thick, long cock felt stretching and sliding within me and I wanted those feelings again… Fingers were a poor substitute.
Poor substitute or not it didn’t take long before my breathing came in gasps. My thighs clamped about my hand. My back bent backwards as I shuddered and spasmed. A long cry of orgasm followed by short grunting barks forced through clenched teeth. A soft hum accompanied my battery driven orgasm as it built to heights I hadn’t achieved in months. As much as I wanted this to continue on and on, my body couldn’t endure the raw sensitivity between my legs. The hum in the room changed tone as my hand dropped to the bed. My body convulsed less and less until, with a long, shaking sigh I began to regain my senses. I withdrew my hands from my wetness and tried to turn the hum off. It was difficult. My creamy fingers couldn’t gain purchase at first on the slick plastic.
I finally stilled the hum and let the vibrator fall to the sheets next to my hips. Sheets that were now tacky and cold on my ass cheeks from my copious discharge. I get very wet and suspect I even squirt at times when I’m very turned on. Not a lot but it’s the only reason I can think of why my sheets get so wet sometimes without a male contribution. Turning on my side to remove myself from the wet spot, I felt limp and exhausted. I felt satisfied/unsatisfied at the same time. Masturbation is fun and safe… Yet, so very, very lonely.
It didn’t help that in my imagination, Sun Goddess was not satisfying herself with fingers and plastic. By now she’d sucked on real cock. By now she’d spread her legs for real cock. I groaned in frustration as I physically felt the lack of everything Sun Goddess was no doubt enjoying even now! I made myself think of the work I had abandoned on my computer instead. I forced myself up and out of bed. I stripped the wet sheets off my bed and put on clean ones.
After cleaning between my thighs and changing into dry panties, I went back to my desk and thought about what Sun Goddess might have seen. My hand cupping, caressing, and penetrating between my legs would have been hidden from her sight behind my desk but my hand playing with my boobs… God, I felt so embarrassed. I don’t know why but I did! I wasn’t the one practically having sex in front of an entire apartment building. She was! But I’d never done anything even remotely more sexual in public than a kiss. Embarrassed for no reason or not, I drew the drapes across my window. I tried to put everything out of my mind while making another pot of tea. My brief sojourn into the erotic had stimulated my mind as well as my body and I continued my work with new energy.
That night I was sitting on my small balcony. From time to time I like to enjoy a good cigar when I felt I deserved one after a particularly good day of productive work. Usually only on hair washing nights so the smell wouldn’t remain in my hair. An unhealthy habit I’d acquired from a former college lover. A cigar, unlike a cigarette, isn’t something you smoke in five minutes. One needs time to enjoy a good cigar. A large snifter of brandy is also required. The city’s lights shone on the other side of my building. Streetlights were far away. Relaxing in my lounge chair with a cigar in one hand and brandy in my other, I was enjoying the silence and darkness that distance from the ground gives. Most of the windows across the way had curtains drawn but that still left many uncovered giving a view into the Lives of the Nowhere Close to Being Rich and Famous.
I don’t consider myself a peeper, but I had so many windows to choose from to look into. It was like having thirty TV channels to surf. Woman cooking. <click> Couple trying to get rowdy kids calmed down. <Click> Fat guy drinking beer in a t-shirt and tighty-whities. <Fast Click> There were no curtains drawn across the Sun Goddess’ windows, but neither were there any lights on.
I was half finished with my cigar and feeling a bit swirly in the brain from inhaling smoke and brandy in equal measure when Sun Goddess’ apartment lights came on. Since it was night, there was no glare from the sun and I had a better view into the interior of her apartment. It was basically a carbon copy of my apartment’s layout though it was furnished with an eye to feminine accessorizing that I didn’t have. Sun Goddess appeared from a back hallway. The beautiful dark blue, sleeveless cocktail dress she wore gave a hint of where she’d been. Daringly backless to just above the swell of her ass cheeks, the silky material of the halter of her dress was cut scandalously low in front to drape loosely over full breasts. Slits on either side of the ankle-length skirt were cut very high. When she moved forward to set down her clutch purse, thighs and the sides of her hips were exposed. The sway of her large breasts barely covered by thin material was hypnotic. Damn, I’d never been to any occasion where I could wear such a beautiful and sexy evening gown. Seeing so much thigh and hip and cleavage as she moved, I wondered if I’d have the courage to wear so little that was so provocatively cut.
I watched as Sun Goddess put a hand on a table for balance. Lifting one leg and then the other, she stripped off fuck-me-stilettos. Sun Goddess had seemed to glide across the room wearing high heels that length. I knew I’d topple over and probably sprain my ankle. I wasn’t exactly a tomboy growing up -Well, not once I began growing into my C-Cup bras at least- but tennis shoes and jeans were my usual go-to evening wear. Not beautiful gowns and stiletto heels.
Then from the hallway behind her, for the second time today, I watched as a man approached to pull her to his chest. The man was dressed in a tuxedo. I had no doubt that they had been quite the attractive couple wherever they had been. There was also no doubt that this wasn’t the same man I’d seen earlier. This man was taller and thinner. This man was also not African American. I simply labeled him as Man Two. The Black man I’d seen her with earlier became Day Man.
A different man, true, but it seemed I was watching the same play. Hands on Sun Goddess’ waist pulling her backwards into a possessive embrace. Lips near her ear moved as hands moved upwards. Skimming the loose material of her halter aside to expose bare breasts. Hands cupping and kneading soft breasts. I was too far away. I wanted to be closer. I wanted to hear what they were saying. The lights behind them cast Sun Goddess’ face in shadow, but I thought I saw Sun Goddess smile and close her eyes as she surrendered control over her body freely to Man Two. Just as willing as she’d given herself to Day Man only hours earlier. Again, I felt my own nipples crinkle into achy hardness as I watched strong fingers knead her soft flesh. Sun Goddess’ mouth opening in possibly silent complaints, as nipples were pinched tightly between thumbs and forefingers. One hand moved down over a taut stomach and bare thigh exposed by the slit in her skirt. It then disappeared behind the strip of skirt that was the only covering over her wha-hoo. Sun Goddess closed her eyes as her face took on the slackness of a woman enjoying sensations that my body remembered and was responding to even over the distance between us.
Oh, my God. I wasn’t touching myself and yet I knew I was getting moist as I watched Sun Goddess react to what the hand hidden behind her skirt was doing. Her body tensing and relaxing in turn. Her mouth opening in, to me at least, silent exclamations. I continued to watch and, oh shit, I was wet! I wanted nothing more than to touch myself while across the way hands moved surer over Sun Goddess’ body. Breasts molded, nipples pinched… The hand hidden behind her skirt moving… I knew without seeing that she was being finger-fucked. To give my hands something to do other than reach between my legs, I took a healthy gulp of brandy and re-lit my forgotten and extinguished cigar.
Oh, my God! Sun Goddess’ head moved to zero in on the flame of my lighter. My apartment’s lights were off and with the moon and stars hidden behind low clouds, I hadn’t been noticed in the shadows until now. I thought Sun Goddess would surely pull Man Two’s hands away and then leave or at least pull her curtains closed. She did neither. My location on my balcony now revealed, her face still in shadow, still I was certain she was smiling and looking at me.
In less than a minute after lighting my cigar, I discovered that Sun Goddess’ hands hadn’t been idle while she’d been felt up. When she turned in Man Two’s embrace, I could see her hand grasping what could only be a cock she’d pulled from Man Two’s trousers’ fly. Did Sun Goddess purposely shift so I could watch her hand move slowly, stroking, between her and Man Two? Her hand only stopped moving when Man Two skimmed halter straps off her shoulders and silky material fell to Sun Goddess’ waist. Quick moves with her hands and hips had the gown falling to pool about her feet. With her gown removed, I knew without a doubt that not even the smallest of G-Strings had been between Man Two’s fingers and Sun Goddess’ pussy. For some reason, the thought of wearing a dress like that out in public without any underwear excited me almost as much as what I was watching.
And what I was watching excited me more than any porn I’d ever watched. Even as Man Two crushed her to his still clothed form, even as he kissed her while letting his hands grasp different portions of her body; Sun Goddess’ hands never stilled until trousers fell to Man Two’s knees. Without hesitation, still inside the blue circle of her gown on the floor, Sun Goddess dropped to her knees. Her hand now stroking without the restraint of clothing, I groaned aloud as she turned her head to look out the window towards me. Her face was in shadow with the apartment lights behind her, but I knew, I knew! that she smiled at me for several moments while continuing to stroke the cock in front of her face. Keeping her gaze directed towards me, she shifted just enough to lick the very tip of the cock in her hand.
Sun Goddess did that a couple of more times before Man Two interrupted what I thought was a private moment between her and me by pulling her head around and thrusting his hips. Cock slid into Sun Goddess’ mouth. I took a deep draw on my cigar. I could almost taste cock, feel cock moving in my mouth, sliding over my tongue. I couldn’t help but moan as I let smoke trickle from my lips. Brandy burning its way from throat to stomach helped settle me.
As I continued to watch, Sun Goddess stroked and sucked her husband’s/boyfriend’s cock for long minutes. Who was this guy? Who was the Black guy from this afternoon? I had sooo many questions as I continued to watch. And be watched… From time-to-time Sun Goddess would detach her mouth from cock long enough to look out the window towards me. Then she’d turn back and drive her mouth forwards around the cock, taking it deep again. I watched as Man Two tightened his hands’ grip on her head. He continued to hold Sun Goddess’ head as hips moved and I knew he was mouth fucking Sun Goddess. I thought he’d come in her mouth and my erotic peep show would be over soon. I’d never let a man come in my mouth but watching as Sun Goddess was mouth fucked, I wished it was me on my knees.
But, instead of coming, Man Two pulled Sun Goddess to her feet. One hand on her neck and the other on a hip, Man Two bent Sun Goddess over until she had to put outstretched hands on the glass to keep from toppling over. Sun Goddess looked over her shoulder as Man Two’s hand positioned his cock to her pussy. I couldn’t see that, of course. It was my imagination interpreting movements I could see. But the sudden shocked expression on Sun Goddess’ face, the wide eyes and open mouth, the sudden jolt that pushed her body forwards; all of those didn’t need much interpretation or imagination to know she’d just been mounted hard and fast.
The first jolt was followed by another and then another. Sun Goddess’ body lurched forwards, large breasts swinging beneath her… I knew those movements. I’d experienced them myself many times as a thick, dry cock was shoved into me. Feelings of ecstatic pleasure mixed with discomfort as dry cock stretched my pussy walls painfully. But as my pussy juice lubricated more and more cock, as more and more cock slid more easily inside me, it became all pleasure. I felt everything that Sun Goddess was feeling as hard, powerful thrusts sped up as now wet cock shaft slid more easily in her pussy. Thrusts came harder and faster until her breasts were swinging wildly beneath her chest, and I knew she was screaming out because of the intense gratification she felt between her thighs.
I love being mounted from behind. Standing, on my hands and knees or lying face down… Something about the angle of the cock fucking me… Just thinking about what Sun Goddess must be feeling sent shivers up my spine. I wished the sliding door to her balcony was open. I was sure I’d be able to hear her screams. Even this far away it was easy to read her lips because the words were repeated over and over. Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me! Oh, my God! Fuck me hard! Oh, my God! Fuck my pussy!
As she was fucked from behind, even as her body quivered and resonated to the crash of man flesh hammering into her ass cheeks, still I felt her eyes on me. She knew I was watching her get pounded. I knew she was loving being watched. I loved watching. I’d watched porn, of course, but this wasn’t porn. I never thought about watching another woman have sex in real life! I never thought of watching another woman’s breasts being grabbed from behind and used to pull her up until she was almost standing straight while the cock fucking her never stilled.
I lost track of time. Time was measured in hard thrusts. But I knew from Man Two’s movements when he began coming inside Sun Goddess. The deep, measured thrusts. Hands holding her hip tight; him grinding against ass cheeks trying to push his cock deeper. The tight facial expression as he released followed by a sigh of completion and gasps for air. Hands still playing with breasts until Sun Goddess moved to slip off his still hard cock.
Sun Goddess went to her knees again. A hand was pushed between her legs; as I’d done many times to catch dripping cum from my gaped, just fucked and sodden pussy. It was just good manners not to drip cum on someone else’s rug! But then Sun Goddess sat back on her heels and did something I’d never done. After letting gravity do its thing, she looked out her window towards me as she raised her hand to her mouth and began lapping up the cum collected in her palm like a cat lapping up cream from a bowl. Her gaze never wavered from my location until every bit of cum was cleaned from her hand. Man Two had stood without moving while watching what I had witnessed. Something stirred deep in my gut and I made a vow not to think of cum again as ‘nasty’. I’d never done it before, but I felt an overwhelming urge to taste cum.
Still looking towards me, Sun Goddess held Man Two’s cock and maneuvered him into a position where she could be sure I had the best view of her sucking and licking his now limp cock. I love playing with a limp cock. Though it had always been before sex. I’d never done it after the man had come in me. The cock had always seemed so sticky and smelled like pussy. Sun Goddess seemed to love sucking the sticky from the shaft. She certainly seemed to suck energetically! Opening her mouth wide to push her lips and nose into Man Two’s pubes before clamping her mouth around all the cock she could.
Sun Goddess stopped sucking on cock but stayed on her knees as she held Man Two’s cock in her hand. I watched both laugh as she wiggled the limp shaft. I didn’t know what they were saying to one another between periodic licks to his dick by Sun Goddess. Finally, Man Two pulled his trousers up and walked away into the interior of the apartment and out of sight. To bed? To take a shower? I didn’t know! This was like watching half a movie with the sound turned off!
I switched my attention to Sun Goddess as she rose to her feet and… Motherfucker! She brought her hand to her mouth, pursed her lips, and blew me a kiss! I groaned as I watched her pick up her dress and walk over to the wall. Oh, shit! My stomach gave a flip-flop as she gave me a smiling finger wave and then disappeared as she turned the lights off.
I waited. With shaking hands, I again re-lit my cigar, but no one appeared in any of the windows as the night wore on. There was a light on in a room I thought must be her bedroom, but the drapes stayed closed. Later in my bed, I had to hum and vibrate my way to another lonely orgasm. All the while I was imagining what Sun Goddess and Man Two might be doing in bed right now. Deep in my gut I still felt all hot and squishy. I still couldn’t sleep so I got up to take a long, hot shower. I was finally able to fall asleep long after midnight. The next day I was at my desk trying very hard to concentrate on work and not stare at the window across the way with the open curtains and sun glare…
To be continued…
