Part 1 here —–> [The Window Pt 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/r4dxhs/the_window_mf_exhibitionism_voyeur_masturbation/)
A few days passed, my work week started and my focus turned to setting up my new place, organizing my life and shopping for furniture. I didn’t think about the movers or the possibility of some prospective tenant watching me aggressively get myself off at all.
Another week passed, my new place was set up perfectly and I was settling in just fine. One Thursday evening, after a particularly difficult day at work, I came home, and poured a nice big glass of wine before heading to my room to get out of my work clothes.
I stripped down to just my panties, tossing my clothing towards the hamper behind me, then began looking for some big cozy sweatpants and a soft t shirt to lounge around in. That’s when I noticed one of my vibrators peeking out of its drawer. I decided I should pull all my toys out and charge them now that I’ve settled in, so I got to work plugging in the cords and the toys – all before putting on the sweats and tee that I’d pulled out. I did it all with a glass of wine in my hand and a good R&B playlist going that had my inner stripper escaping more and more with every sip. This is when I noticed a weird… flash almost… something changed with the lights. My face got hot as I realized I still hadn’t set up curtain installation and that flash of light may have been from the window facing mine.
I turned around to see a man standing in that window, and a woman dressed in a suit with a file folder with a realtor logo on the front standing a bit behind him in the doorway. She was distracted by her phone, and it seemed he had been looking, but quickly tried to appear like he hadn’t, as I abruptly turned around to see what was going on. I stood there, in just my black lace panties, glass of wine in had, intense collection of toys plugged in displaying their various charge-indicator lights behind me and made eye contact with this man touring the vacant apartment. We both froze. We probably stood there like that for 5 seconds, but it felt like 5 hours. I finally got my grips on reality and quickly grabbed my sweats and tee and shuffled out of my room, imagining my face looking like a tomato from embarrassment. I dressed, out of view of the stranger who’d just gotten to know me better in a few seconds than most people do in a few months and realized that even though he couldn’t see me, he could see my collection of battery operated friends just fine.
I took the rest of my glass of wine down in one gulp, opening my throat to take it all in — something I usually would only do to take a thick cock as deep as I can into my mouth. Whether it was the thrill of charging all my toys, the generous helping of wine in my empty stomach, or the thrill of this man I’ve never met looking at my nearly naked body and sexually deviant toy collection; I don’t know, but I was on fire. I was glad I’d left all my toys to charge because I was going to need one, and soon. Im not sure I’ve ever had such an urge to sit on a cock and bounce til I was leaking cum all down its shaft. Fuck. I started thinking about my exhibitionist fantasies from my first night in this apartment and wondered…. ‘New place, new me?’ Maybe finally being independent and living without roommates was allowing me to explore some desires I’d never realized were there.
I avoided my bedroom for a couple of hours, sitting on the couch trying to watch some sitcom to distract me, but I just kept failing. I thought of the man I’d seen briefly watching me. Had he enjoyed the view? Something told me he had, something about the look on his face when I caught him looking. I could understand why. I knew I looked good in nothing but those black panties, I knew how my ass looked bent over like that, with a little preview of my smooth pussy peeking out between my upper thighs. I knew he must have seen my hard nipples poking out between strands of my long hair when I’d turned around. I knew my lace panties were struggling to contain my lips. In my memory of the brief moment, there was a bit of a shadow in the front of his pants that I could only assume was his cock, hard from the sight of me, on perfect display as I bent over at the hips to look in the bottom drawer for chargers. I found myself sliding my fingers over my clit, just lightly, just a tease. Fuck, here I go again with this. Why?
After a while of thinking about it, I couldn’t help myself any more. I needed to cum. I wanted to ride a nice hard cock and cum all over it. I grabbed my suction cup dildo and headed to the shower. One of the perks of this new place is the incredible shower stall. Big enough to fit 4 people, bench built in along the side, two shower heads, one handheld with incredible pressure that had made most of my mornings since moving in much more enjoyable. I stuck the dildo to the bench, grabbed the shower head, flipped it to jet stream and started teasing my clit with it until I could feel my pussy wet and throbbing, and lowered myself onto the dildo. I rode that thing like it was the last cock I’d ever ride, feeling it so deep inside me that too hard of a thrust was a bit painful, but enjoyably so. I came over and over again, fucking the dildo, blasting my clit with the warm, high pressured water. I could barely stand up when I got out of that shower, and yet I was still thinking of that man in the window. For the first time I started remembering more about him.
He was tall. Not NBA tall, but tall. Big shoulders, bulky, muscular arms, veiny from the elbows down. Something about that made me think of his cock… I pictured it thick and veiny, impossibly hard, well-defined head that would stroke my g spot just right. His skin was golden, bronzy and his hair was in a nice fade up to a short, tight curl at the top. He was definitely mixed race, but what mix, I couldn’t tell. I couldn’t remember details about his face, other than his mouth being open until he saw me notice him. He had full lips, nice teeth. I could imagine he’d be pretty gorgeous when he smiled. I couldn’t decide if I wanted this man to move in to the apartment with the window that invaded my privacy or not. On one hand, he’d seen me and my private side that most people don’t and that felt…. Weird and vulnerable. On the other hand, I couldn’t stop imagining the possibilities, the excitement, if he was the man in the window. But once again, after cumming hard, the fantasy faded quickly from my mind and I didn’t think about it again for a while. I made another mental note to contact the building manager about curtains, but I figured at this point, the first of the next month was a couple weeks away and I wouldn’t have to worry again until then.
A few days later, on a lazy Sunday, I awoke around 10AM from an interrupted sex dream. I was so fucking horny that before I had even really woken up, I found myself trying to press my clit against the covers tangled between my legs, repositioning myself again and again to find a good angle, until I was grinding it hard. This tactic wasn’t cutting it so I reached for a clit sucking toy and a dildo and got to work, thrusting the dildo deeper and deeper into my pussy, the sound of it letting me know I was slippery and wet, letting the other toy suck hard on my throbbing clit, I’d writhed around until the covers had hit the floor and I was lying there naked, uncovered, moaning loudly as I came. I gave myself a few moments to come back from the intense orgasm and opened my eyes to an unsettlingly familiar scene, a presence in the window.
I could see boxes stacked against one wall, an unmade bed, and most importantly of all, the man. The one from the viewing who’d watched me plugging in my vibrators in just panties. This time he was sitting on the foot of his bed, with his phone in his hand. He wasn’t looking at it though, his had hand fallen to his knee and his gaze was locked on me. I instantly knew he’d just watched my entire morning masturbation. This time, I could very, very clearly see his cock through his pants . So hard that I could see its entire outline resting against his thigh, and, to my very pleasant surprise, a wet spot on his light grey sweat pants, right at the tip of his dick where some pre cum had slipped out. The hand that wasn’t holding his phone was resting on his thigh, just a few inches from the tip of his rock hard cock and for a second I desperately hoped he’d grab it, start stroking it, take it out….. Finally he noticed me noticing him and he quickly turned his body away from the window and his gaze back to his phone, like nothing had happened at all.
Then I came to the realization that a complete stranger had just gotten hard watching me masturbate and I kind of freaked out. I jumped up and ran to the shower to get ready for my day. I wanted out of my apartment as quickly as humanly possible and I hoped to god I didn’t see this guy in the elevator or lobby.
I didn’t, but I didn’t stop thinking about him all day, or for a few days either. I fantasized about walking into my bedroom and catching him lying on his bed, naked, rock hard cock in hand, stroking it fast and hard while his other hand grabbed his balls and I could see his face clenching as he came onto his his defined groin…. Fuck, this is getting weird. I needed a distraction.
I got home late one night, still unable to stop thinking about him, the man in the window. I poured a generous glass of wine, threw on some music and decided to take a little bit of a risk. I needed to do some cleaning around the apartment. I decided on a sexy, but mostly casual booty shorts/crop top combo, complete with thigh-high socks and got started in the kitchen and living room. By the time I’d made it back towards the bedroom, I was nearly a bottle of wine deep, and in the best part of a playlist that made me want to seductively drop to the floor and display the ways my body could bend and stretch, and that urge began to take over. I was really feeling myself, putting clean laundry into my dresser, dancing and posing my body in case anyone was watching my obvious display when I got the distinct feeling that I wasn’t alone. I hoped, like hell, that I would turn around to find Window guy standing there, and I did.
I still felt embarrassed though, and he definitely noticed as I turned red and my eyes darted around the room looking for a way to make this look less slutty until I noticed he’d moved closer to the window and had a goofy smile on his face. We locked eyes for a moment, and he proceeded to take off his shirt so he was just wearing that same pair of light grey sweatpants that made it obvious he was just as turned on as me. I instantly felt like my pussy had skipped a beat, I was getting wetter by the second. Then he turned and walked out of his bedroom. I was disappointed at first, until I heard the bass of someone else’s music rivalling my own, and he returned, with a glass in hand – filled with what looked like a couple of ounces of nice, amber whisky, and a big ice cube. Window guy had decided to join in on my solo party. As he stood there smiling at me, I noticed, once again, the outline of his cock threatening to burst through his pants and that was it.
We stood there for a few seconds, moments, minutes, who knows, just looking at each other, neither of us knowing what to do. He swallowed the rest of his whisky in one sip, then dropped his sweatpants to reveal a tight pair of designer boxer briefs – revealing to me that he was in fact, rock fucking hard. In response, I turned around, kneeled onto my bed in a way I knew made my ass look juicy as fuck, and removed my crop top, letting my perky tits bounce into place with my nipples hard at attention.
I slowly turned around, hoping he’d still be standing there watching. He was, and the sight of my tits prompted him to slide one hand down his torso to his cock, which he grabbed and tightened against the fabric of his underwear so I could see it perfectly. His hand was making tiny strokes around its head. I couldn’t help but slide my hands over my tits and down my body in response.
He bit his lip as my hand slid back up to the waistband of my booty shorts and my fingers dipped below towards my clit. He followed suit and slid his hands down his underwear, grabbing his cock so the tip peaked out the slot in the front. I couldn’t see much of it, but I could see the perfectly defined ridge around the head of his cock that I desperately wanted to run my tongue over. I started rubbing my clit with one hand, while my other made its way over my body, pinching my nipples. I was dripping wet already and losing myself in my own touch. When I looked back at him he’d slipped his cock out from his underwear and was watching me intently, stroking it slowly. It was better than I’d imagined, I don’t know how. So thick that his tightly clenched fingers barely touched around the other side of it. His lower abdomen was toned, smooth and slightly veiny and gave way to those hip lines that draw the eye down to his perfect dick His face indicated how good his strokes felt and that drove me fucking wild. I lowered myself down onto my ass and laid down on my back flat, but with both my legs straight up in the air as I slid my booty shorts from under my ass, up my legs as far as my hands could take them, letting my knees bend so they would fall down and slip off at the ankles, then I let my legs drop down to the side so that I was fully naked, spread eagle, pussy on full display for his pleasure, realizing after all, I am an exhibitionist, but also a voyeur. At this point, he’d slid a chair over to the window and settled comfortably into it, cock standing at full attention.
I rolled over to my stomach, lifted my body up from the waist so he’d get a nice view of my ass and pussy, and reached off my bed into the drawer with my toys. I grabbed a few, and held them up for him to view. He pointed to the one in my left hand, my biggest dual vibrator, with a powerful clit teaser, and I tossed the others aside. I grabbed a few pillows to prop myself up to get a good view of him, and turned on the vibe. I teased my clit with it as he squeezed his cock, not quite stroking yet, face telling me yes, this is what he wants. I bit my lip and grabbed my tits as I teased my pussy with the toy and he started stroking, faster, hard. I saw his entire body tense up a couple times and he quickly released his grip on his cock. He was struggling not to cum and that really fucking got me.
We locked eyes as both of our strokes got more intense, longer, deeper and we were both writhing with the pleasure. His mouth was open and I knew he was moaning in response to his deep strokes/ I knew I was building myself up to a strong orgasm and the likelihood of an intense squirt was increasing by the second. I pulled my vibrator out of my pussy, and held one finger up to try to communicate “one second”. I stood up and turned to leave, watching confusion and disappointment on his face. I returned a few seconds later with one of my bar stools and parked it right by the window. I grabbed my vibrator and sat on it, putting one of my feet on the stool for leverage, and the other high up on the window frame for his viewing pleasure. I quickly got back to thrusting the vibrating toy back into my pussy and watched as his stroke increased in speed and intensity. Sweat was starting to bead on his defined, perfect chest, dripping down on to his somewhat defined torso. He stood up and moved closer to the window, the tip of his cock only a couple of feet and 2 windows away from the entrance of my tight pussy.
He turned around briefly, and turned back, dripping lube from a bottle onto his cock, then got close to the window and started jerking his cock in a way that said he’d needed this experience for as long as I had.
We continued on, watching each other, pleasuring ourselves, until I knew I couldn’t resist any more. I know he noticed my body language change from ‘This feels amazing’ to ‘I’m gonna cum so fucking hard’ and he braced himself with one hand against the window as I thrust the vibrator into me deeper and harder, legs shaking, my asshole, entirely visible to him, clenching as I started to cum. The orgasm took complete hold of me and I nearly slipped off the stool as I slipped over the edge, cumming so fucking hard that I let out a moan I’m sure he heard through the 2 panes of glass separating us. As I reached my peak I felt the elusive pressure building in the muscles deep inside of me, forcing both my vibrator and a generous squirt out of me which splashed the window and the floor below it. I locked eyes on him as he watched me spray the window with my cum, and saw his knees buckle a bit as his cock exploded, thick shots of cum glazing the window, his mouth open, his muscles contracting and releasing and his eyes rolling back in his head. I moved the vibrator back up to my clit and succumbed to a second, shorter and less intense, but deeply satisfying orgasm triggered by his explosive release.
Up until this point, I hadn’t even thought about how weird this was, but now that we’d both cum, we both just stood there, wondering what the fuck we were supposed to do now. Thankfully, he broke the ice by laughing and awkwardly saluting me as his still-rock-hard cock stood there, aimed towards me. I laughed too, gave an even more awkward salute back, and then quickly stood up and ran out of my room trying to figure out what the fuck I had just done. In one way, this man seemed like a fantasy, someone you watch in porn, not so… personal, but on the other hand, this man lived on the other side of my floor in this building, and I was sure to run into him in person eventually. I wondered where exactly this goes from here and the more I thought about it the more wild the fantasies got.
The Window Pt 3 coming soon
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/r6eee3/the_window_pt_2_mf_exhibitionist_voyeur
I. Can’t. Wait.
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Phenomenal job. So ready…