Another morning returning home from work. Like every morning when he gets off his night shift at the hospital, he has his routine. He tries to stay up as long as he can, so in the afternoon he can sleep and get rest for another night in the ER. Those mornings when he gets off usually involve mindless tasks because he borders on delirium. Loads and unloads the dish washer. Loads and unloads the laundry. If he has enough energy he does light yard work, which includes attending his neglected garden. He doesn’t have much of a social life. He works and when he doesn’t work he sleeps. A cycle that has plagued him ever since he became a doctor. He has neighbors that are usually friendly and has met most of them. If he hasn’t met them, they at least exchange friendly smiles and waves. The neighbors to his left are an older couple. Their kids are all grown up and out of the house. The neighbor to the east is a younger lady that is a business woman. At least that’s what he thinks because she always wears conservative business attire and has a brief case.
This Friday morning is like every morning. He comes home and jumps into his routine. This will be his fifth day in a row with no day off. He is physically and mentally weak. He opens his curtains to let the morning light in, and when he does he notices his business neighbor’s window is open. She is standing in front of a full body mirror looking as if she is studying her body. Standing there in what looks like panties and a bra, he starts to see a side of her that has always been covered by stiff unflattering clothes. Her fingers trace the top of her bra. Both her hands run over her stomach as she caresses her body. Then very playfully she turns around and starts to bounce her ass like she is dancing. Her gaze moves from the mirror to the window. She sees him and let’s out a yell as she runs to close her curtains. He stands there in awe. Not being able to move, either by him being in shock or completely exhausted.
He walks to his couch. Did he really see what he thought he saw? He didn’t notice her car in her drive way when he got home. Did that really happen? He closes his eyes and starts to replay that moment over and over. He runs his hands down his scrubs. Feeling himself slowly getting harder in his hand. He undies the string that hold up his scrubs and pulls the bottoms down just past his ass. And he starts to stroke his half hard cock. Eyes are still closed as his hand squeezes the base and slowly pulls up to the tip. Running his thumb over the head and then slides back down. Over and over. Pushing his hips up as if he was thrusting to push deeper. He stops and realizes he never closed his curtains. He opens his eyes and she is standing holding the curtains covering her body. She is biting her lip and her eyes look as if they were saying to continue. Staring at her, he starts to rub his cock again. Sliding his hand up and down as the other is rubbing his balls. Her head leans back and mouth opens as if she is letting out a moan. He pulls off his top. Then lays his hard cock on his defined abs and he pulls his bottoms completely off. She moves away from the curtain and is standing there naked. One hand running up her body, over her perky tits as she sticks a finger in her mouth. Her other hand between her legs shaking. As he goes faster she goes faster. His head false back and he closes his eyes as he fills his cock throbbing. He looks looks back at the window and she is gone. He looks down and he is naked holding his hard cock in his hand. Is this really happening?
Naked and hard, he walks into his room. Has he been up too long and imagining the whole thing. He steps into his shower and continues to jerk off. Picturing her rubbing her pussy. Massaging her tits. “Excuse me.” He hears her voice in his room. “Your door was left open and I wanted to see you finish.” She was dressed and in her perfectly pressed business suit. But under her blazer was no shirt and her skirt was pulled up showing her stockings. “You can’t tease me and then just stop. I need to know you finished.” He stepped out of the shower as she positioned herself on her knees right in front of him. Is this real? He can hear her, and he can feel her as she reaches for his cock and places it in her mouth. She starts to suck. Softly at first. Sliding her hand back and fourth on his shaft. Going deeper every time her head moves forward. She pushes her head all the way to his pubic bone swallowing his entire cock. She moves her head back and gasps for air and continue to suck. Going faster and faster. She starts to unbutton her blazer exposing her perfect tits. He feels it. He is about to explode. Trying to hold back but every second in her mouth is a second closer to him cumming. He grabs the back of her head and yells out that he is cumming. She doesn’t take his cock out of her mouth until every drop is in her. She opens her mouth to show him his huge load. She then closes her mouth, swallows and smiles. “Get into bed you look exhausted.” She said. She pulls the covers over his body and says, “get some rest sweetie.” She buttons back up as she walks away.
He lays there confused, satisfied, exhausted. What is happening? He falls asleep. His alarm goes off and he wakes up in bed naked. Rested but still confused if this morning actually happened. Every morning her gets off he checks his windows and he curtains are always closed. He sees her and she just waves like they are neighbors. But now he always sits on his couch and jerks off near the window that never opens hoping one day she would see
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