Watching Us Wank

Watching Us Wank

I' ve been a fan of Alfred Hitchcook movies since I was a little girl. After Psycho, I couldn't shower for weeks without someone else in the house. My favorite Hitch flick of all time, though, has to be Rear Window. I really got off on the voyeurism aspect of that movie, as Jimmy Stewart's character spies on his neighbors with his telephoto lens. Anyway, I want to share with you a Rear Window-type experience I had recently.

I live in a lower East-side Manhattan apartment complex with an enclosed courtyard. My living-room window looks out onto the yard, where I can easily peer into my neighbors' windows across the way. I spend plenty of time checking them out. The people in our complex aren't shy, traipsing around in front of their windows in all states of undress. I think they're all exhibitionists. Watching strangers screwing or taking off their clothing should make me feel guilty, but it doesn't. Since my divorce from my husband, I don't go out much, and it's cheaper than going to the movies.

There's one couple in particular that really turns me on. They go at it almost every night on a big couch in their living room, not even bothering to pull down the shades! I've gotten off fingering myself while watching them boff on more than one ocassion.

One night last month, bored as usual with the crap on TV, I took my regular viewing spot in my darkened living room, then proceeded to peel off my panties while catching the usual late-show schtup across the courtyard. But to my surprise, I saw a strange man in my favorite couple's apartment lying on the floor watching the tube. The man and woman I'd been watching for weeks must have moved. This was the new tenant.

I cursed my luck until I realized two things: The guy was wearing the briefest of bikini shorts, and he was a supremely handsome, well-built hunk. I quickly grabbed a pair of binoculars in order to focus in on this sexy stranger. By the glow from his TV, I could see that he had a terrific hard-on inside his shorts. I checked to see what he was watching. It turned out to be some sexy Italian flick with a lot of unclothed actors and actresses. I swung my glasses back to the guy and stared at his tool. It was growing. My mouth watered as I watched his pecker poke over the top of his briefs.

My free hand went immediately to my naked nookie. I ran my fingers through my silky pubic patch before putting a couple of digits up my crack. I finger-frigged myself furiously for several minutes, and was rewarded with a spine-tingling orgasm.

When I looked over across the courtyard, I got another thrill. The guy was now slowly stroking his one-eyed snake while watching the fuck-flick. Suddenly, I had an idea. I knew the phone number to that apartment, since I'd spoken to the previous couple several times about our community crime-watch program. I dialed the number, hoping it hadn't been changed yet. My heart started beating faster when I saw the guy across the yard pick up the phone!

"Hello," he said.

"Listen carefully," I began. "I live in the apartment directly across the courtyard from you. I' ve been watching you for the past half-hour. You' ve got the most gorgeous body I' ve ever seen, and I just finished masturbating while staring at your beautiful boner. I'm right over here."

With that I turned on a small lamp on an end table so he could see me. "Wait a minute, don't go away," he said over the phone. He left the room for a second and then returned with his own pair of binoculars! He picked up the receiver, saying, "Oh, yeah. You' re not bad yourself. Do something for me."

With a wicked grin, I picked up the dildo I always use on myself and slowly pushed the tip of it past my pussy lips. My naughty neighbor responded by pulling his bikini briefs all the way off. He stood there with his big beef stick waving in the breeze, then began to slowly massage it. I pushed the plastic penis substitute all the way up my snatch and started to fuck myself as my "date" choked his chicken.

The sight of his gorgeous cock flesh inspired me as I shoved the dildo in and out with long, slow strokes. I felt like the dirtiest, most shameless bitch on the planet - and I loved the feeling.

My mouth fell open, and I licked my lips while looking directly into the handsome stranger's eyes.

We were both getting off on our public display of passion, which was plainly visible to anyone in the courtyard or one of the other apartments, but we were too crazed to care. My flaps were on fire as I crammed the dildo into my dripping gash faster and faster. I dropped the phone as I frigged myself, and the handsome hunk across the way did the same. Even without my field glasses I could tell he was in ecstasy. I saw him suddenly tense up and then orgasm.

His ropy, creamy cum shot out of his cock and spurted in a high arc onto the window. I was amazed at the amount of semen he sprayed. Seconds later, I came too, my snatch spunk drenching the dildo.

Since then we' ve performed for each other often, and it's only a matter of time before one of us initiates a move toward real physical contact.

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