My [F] neighbour [M] caught me and I liked it.

My hands are shaking as I write this, I thought I had managed to calm down enough to write, but just thinking about what happened this morning is making my heart race all over again. I had thought about it so much, but I had never thought it would ever actually happen. It was a fantasy, and I was okay with it has a fantasy… but I think I liked it in real life more. I just have to get this out quickly before I forget all the details, so sorry in advance for spelling/grammar.

Since we moved into this basement apartment we have always been aware of the possibility of someone seeing us through the windows, which sit just above ground level. My partner is obsessed with keeping the blinds closed, but it’s dark down here and he is rarely up early in the morning with me anyhow, so often when I wake up I will open the blinds and let some light in for me and the plants. After the first couple of months without encountering anyone at the window, I got increasingly comfortable in front of it. I would walk past the open window, completely naked, on my way to or from the shower, or lounge on the couch in nothing but my underwear and a sports bra. Sometimes I’d catch myself thinking that I wouldn’t mind if someone saw me… I liked the idea of surprising someone walking by the house, unexpectedly looking in and seeing my exposed skin. I thought about what they would think, if they would stop and try to see more. I liked the risk of flashing mixed with the comfort of safety of being in my own home.

This morning I woke up early, too early. Ian had woken me up coming to bed around 5am and I wasn’t able to get my deep sleep back. Around 7:30 I gave up and moved to the living room couch, wanting to watch some Netflix and toss around without disturbing Ian’s sleep. I cracked open the blinds and put a pot coffee on as I absentmindedly tidied up the small apartment. Scrubbed a pot in the sink, a quick sweep. When the coffee maker beeped I filled up my mug and took it with me to the couch. I balanced the coffee against my pale thighs sticking out from the cotton underwear I had slept in. I popped on some cartoons for background noise and pulled out my phone to browse the news while slowly caffinating.

After my first cup of coffee and enough news to make me depressed, I lay back on the couch and let my hand come to rest lightly on my pussy. I absentmindedly stroked it gently and it came to life, and my nipples tingled under my cropped sleep t-shirt. Masturbating on the couch was one of my favourite morning activities, and after the bad news I could use a little pick me up. Smiling to myself, I continued rubbing through my panties, using my other hand to stimulate my nipples, feeling them stiffen under my cool fingers. I tugged gently on the barbell in my right nipple and, feeling my lust building, moved my hand down my underwear to rub my clit directly.

I had my eyes closed, head thrown back on the couch, one hand down my underwear between legs spread open wide, the other hand fondling my nipples. I was thinking about Cameron taking me in the staff room the other week. The flash of heat from meeting his eyes, wild from the coke. My cum on his chin as he told me to shut up. The look on his face as he watched my ass bounce on his cock. I slipped two fingers down into my hole as I thought about how it had felt when the thick tip of his dick had begun to stretch me open. That’s when I opened my eyes and saw him.

One of my neighbours, not above me but in the building beside. I had only seen him a couple of times, smoking out front, and the cigarette in his hand was the first thing I noticed this morning. He was probably in his mid 30’s, and pretty good-looking in a businessman type of way. Clean cut. His cigarette dangled as he stood between our houses, peering in the window, mouth slightly agape, watching me please myself. For a second I froze, fingers still inside, and waited for him to look away. But he didn’t. He just took a long slow drag from his cigarette and continued to stare at me. I couldn’t believe it, and I couldn’t believe how much having his eyes on me was turning me on. My pussy was dripping into my hand. Fuck it, I thought, and began to move my hands again. I kept watching him, seeing his eyes widen as he realized I wasn’t backing down either. He looked around him quickly and then, taking a small step closer to the window, he brought a hand to his crotch and began to stroke his cock through his pants. Holy fuck was that hot. I started to finger myself more aggressively, beginning to squirm as my orgasm built, stroking my g spot as I watched him watch me pleasure myself.

He was rubbing his cock faster now, and the look of longing in his eyes pushed me over the edge. I came messily with a cry I muffled myself, turning my head to bite my shoulder and keep from letting the noise out. We locked eyes through the window and I could see from the strain in his face, the veins on his neck, that he was almost there. Smiling at him for the first time, I lifted my hand from my cunt and raised it to the window, pinching and spreading my fingers to show him the strands of gooey cum all over my hand. I watched his eyes close and his jaw go rigid as he came in his pants. Just like that it was over, he threw his spent cigarette on the ground and met my eyes once more, offering me a small smile and wink before turning on his heel and walking out of my sight.

Here I am still on the couch, hours later, and I haven’t been able to get it out of my mind all day. I hoped writing it out would help, but sitting in the same spot on the couch, looking at the window, I honestly just want to touch myself again.

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