Fiction: Window Voyeur, Part 2

Part 2 – I am unsure if this is the end, or if I might continue. After all, this is only our heroine’s first weekend at the apartment. Part 1 is here.

I felt like a wild animal the next day, pacing. Waiting. Watching. It was an overcast day – windy, slightly cool – weather that begged for the windows to be open during the day. When I realized that my eyesight did not rival that of a hawk’s, I pulled out my camera.

No, stop that. Not to take pictures but to merely view through the zoom lens; it was in lieu of binoculars. I sat back a bit from the window, I didn’t want anyone to see the camera and freak out. Although the site of a naked woman aiming a large camera at your window might seem less intimidating than a man doing the same. I didn’t really expect to see much during the day. I just wanted to look, to peek, to pry. Bits of everyday life floated in front of me. Nothing titillating.

As it became dark out, I was on the prowl even more. I kept the apartment dark and the blinds all open, hoping to see something later. I ate; I showered; I read – all with lights at a minimum. Later that night, I caught site of the guy directly across from me. At first he was wearing a towel, his hair wet from the shower. Soon the towel came off; he was comfortable being nude for no apparent reason. When he sat down on his couch and aimed the remote at his tv, I became bored. A few minutes later I glanced up again to see that perhaps the tv wasn’t boring, after all – he was idly stroking his hard cock. I just watched, enthralled, for a good few minutes. It is one thing for a lover to perform for you – something totally different to spy on someone ‘s private time when they think they are alone. Alone and uninhibited.

I quietly dragged a chair over to the open window. I didn’t want to close it, that action might catch his eye. I brought my heels up to rest on the windowsill; naked except for the darkness cloaking me. I ran my hands over my lips, my breasts, my belly, my cunt, as idly as he was touching himself. When he began to get more into himself, I allowed concentration as well. My fingers firmly on auto-pilot working my soaking wet cunt, circling my clit; my other hand on my breast. Suddenly he reached over and shut off his lamp. Then the tv, and it was dark in his apartment. I was so disappointed. Then I was scared. He came to his window and opened it. My heart was racing; he couldn’t see anything….right?

Wrong. That was obvious to me because of how much I could see of him as he stood as close to the window as I was, in my seat. The city lights illuminated us in bright patches and dark shadows. He could see me. I was wide open and exposed. I froze until he smiled, slightly, and started pumping his cock harder than before. He intended to cum for me. Well the least I could do is return the favor. I reached for my little clit vibe and just tucked it under my leg, to use when I could sense he was close to orgasm, to ensure we would come together. My eyes didn’t leave his body; my hands roamed and rubbed of their own accord as I stared intently at him. Amazed by the sight of his cock in his hand; curious about the expressions on his face. I saw his chest rise and fall with his deep breathing. My own was labored as well, my body flushed from pleasure and the rush of the risk.

His free hand reached out and gripped the edge of the window frame and he groaned a little – I took my cue to reach for my vibe and I pressed it hard to my clit. He was staring at my cunt and then suddenly looked right into my eyes. I could not hold back my moans as I felt the first tingle course through my body. As my cunt began to pulse and gush I heard him come and watched as his body convulsed a bit and his cock twitched its final release. We stared at each other and just grinned for a few seconds before backing away from the windows. I collapsed on the couch, trying to regain my control and let it sink in what I had just witnessed, what I had just done.