She watched him get off the bus, as she always watched. He turned and went to his apartment across the street. He was thinking of her as he walked up to his upper floor apartment, remembering her hot red underwear she was wearing the the night before. He couldn’t help fantasising about deliberately sitting next to her and striking up a conversation, a conversation that would ultimately lead them to his room where he could imagine what her warm firm breasts would feel like in his hands. Inside he desired deeply to hold and squeeze her close, his heart thumped passionately against his chest as he quickened his pace. He was lucky, last night and could make out her full body clad only in sexy red lingerie through her window as she took selfies.
Her thoughts lingered on him, wishing he would brush up against her accidentally in the bus as it shuddered to a unusually fast stop and take notice of her, talk to her. She would feel that light butterfly feeling every time she saw him. As she walked into her apartment on the opposite side of the street, she anticipated the excitement of her pending show. She fantasised that somehow he would recognise her naked body on the sideshow, somehow he was watching her on the net somewhere. He would come over, knock on her door and stare determined at her as she would open it. She imagined he would walk in, not saying a word and pick her up as he moved straight in. She felt hot as she could feel him hard as her legs wrapped around his powerful desire and he would kiss her, deeply, passionately. She would be literally lifted off her feet. Slowly she got ready for her photo and video shoot, she was already turned on thinking how many guys would be hard and horny staring at her sexy body. But she only wanted to show one man.
He switched off the lights as he always did, drew the curtains till just a crack was open and placed his telescopic camera on a tripod, zooming in on her room. He had just the right angle to stare through her window, and when she left the curtains open he would enjoy. Alas, today the net curtains were drawn. Still he sat and ate, looking anyway and noticed her shadowy figure moving around. He could see she was undressing, slowly, lying down and moving about. He fantasised about her sexy hips, the way her thighs curved. He imagined running his hands over them, caressing the smooth skin with his hands… as she’d ride him with hot lips parted, panting for more…
Then a bang! From outside, he looked left and right, strained in the dark but couldn’t see what it was. Then he saw she was looking out too. She parted the curtains staring into the inkyness of the streets outside. It was late, unusual bang at this time, she just had her head peeping out from above the window sill as she was already in her crotchless red panties. In the dark she saw no-one, nothing. She looked at the apartments across the road, most lights were out and all the curtains drawn. She paused, thought about it for a moment. No-one would see, but she wanted someone to see. She could feel… something. She felt impelled to act on her desire, she moved away from the window standing up, leaving the curtain open.
His pulse jumped and the swarm of butterflies launched in his stomach. In the darkness of his room, he saw her standing there, prone, beautiful in his camera viewfinder. Instinctively he pressed the record button on his camera in movie mode. His cock pressing hard on his jeans. He released it, pouncing out and grabbed it excitedly. He watched as she slid back to the bed where he could see most of her, laying there, prone and beautiful in her sexy red lingerie. His eyes caressed her soft warm skin, running over her breast and tummy down to her pussy. She brought the black long object to her pussy and pushed it in. She imagined him fucking her, slow and solidly. She closed her eyes as she desired his warmth. She wanted him so bad that she showed it to the world on her camera. It turned her on so much thinking they or he was watching. She just wanted him to fuck her. As it built up inside her she dropped her head back, lips parted, eyes closed. He watched her face, intoxicated by bliss and as she heaved his sweet frustration exploded out, covering his hand in a large warm load. He fell back. She collapsed, sighing, wishing she was full of his sweet cream. She still felt empty though and she turned and covered herself in her bed… still dreaming of him. As he wiped away the memories and put his camera card next to his laptop, the emptiness crept in. As he went to bed, determined to speak to her tomorrow her dreamt of her.
The next day he saw her as they got onto the bus. He was just in front at the door, heart beating he turned to her… opened his mouth. Shyly, she looked up quickly anticipating something, he smiled, stuttered something and politely waved her in first. She smiled, said,”Thank you” and paid for her ticket. He watched her move in front, sit down and he walked and passed a few more rows, sat down and proceeded to glance at her every now and again as he always did. She wished he would notice her as she always did, too shy to glance back at him, as she always was.
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