A week later, aside from a few casual sightings through the window in passing, I still hadn’t run into the stranger I’d shown my most intimate side to and every day that I didn’t run into him seemed to bring more relief. I had no idea what I’d say to him or if I could even muster up words for the gorgeous, thick-cocked voyeur next door. That Friday evening, I walked into the lobby and waited for the elevator. It arrived from the parking garage below already filled with other residents coming home from work. I squeezed into the small space left and asked the woman in front of the panel to press 16. She replied that it was already pressed and I thanked her and turned my attention back to my phone. The doors opened on several of the lower floors and people exited one-by-one until only me and whomever else had requested 16 remained. I was too nervous to turn and look at who was behind me, but had a strong feeling it was him. Eventually they shuffled forward as we approached our floor and of course, it was him. He looked sideways and down at me as I looked sideways and up at him, neither of us daring to turn our heads toward the other, we locked eyes for a second and he gave me a sexy smirk as we exited and grabbed my shoulder as we parted ways, with a firm grip, paused, and let go, but never said a word. I just smiled back and we broke away from each other to head to our places.
A couple of hours later, concierge called my phone to let me know a package had arrived and they would bring it up if I was home. I was confused, I thought all my packages were accounted for and couldn’t for the life of me remember what it might be. I accepted the package from John, the building’s silver fox of a concierge – a man in his mid 50’s, dressed in a nice suit, salt and pepper hair and beard groomed in a way that said he knew what he was working with. His strong handshake after handing me the package was arousing, but it made me think of my window friend’s grip on my shoulder just hours earlier in our first in person encounter.
I was horny, again. I grabbed my phone and started sending texts to some girlfriends to see if anyone wanted to go out for some drinks. I wanted to bring someone home to fuck me senseless. I opened the package while I waited for responses, and was confused by what it contained. A bluetooth remote control vibrator. I hadn’t ordered this…. Had I? I examined the shipping label. It was addressed to ‘Tenant’ at my building address, with my unit number. I thought perhaps someone in the building had ordered it discreetly and mixed up unit numbers. Until I noticed the little card that had slipped out with the toy. It was a note. It read “Hello stranger. I noticed your collection was missing one of these… Meet me at the window when you’re ready to let me take control of our next session… -D (1617)”
Fuck. This was hot. He’d been thinking about it this whole time too and he was making the next move. And a big one at that. I wondered what D stood for, and laughed to myself imagining he’d signed it ‘D’ as a joke, as in short for Dick. My phone buzzed with regrets from the girls I’d invited out, and I was relieved that I wouldn’t have to honour the plans I tried to make because now I wanted to spend my night with the man in the window. I grabbed a cask of my favourite whisky, a glass and sat myself on my bed in just the body suit I’d worn with my skirt and jacket to work, complete with knee high socks to keep warm, and turned on a show that had several explicit sex scenes woven through its storylines to keep my attention where it needed to be. Several episodes later, I was whisky drunk and window guy still hadn’t shown up. I couldn’t take it anymore. I texted a fuck buddy who always responded quickly and had him on his way within the hour.
He and I hadn’t seen each other in a while, much to his disappointment because he loved taking advantage of my every whim and desire. He loved fucking me and was intensely into making me cum as hard and as frequently as possible. He was one of the only men I’d ever met that could consistently have me squirting and soaking my sheets. He arrived and we barely managed a “Hey how’ve you been?” before he’d wrapped his arms around me, slid his hands down to my ass and lifted me up with my legs wrapped around him. We stood there like that for a couple of minutes making out aggressively, biting each others lips, his hands squeezing my ass tightly and occasionally sliding up to grip my throat. He was pressing his hard cock against my pussy until I’d soaked the front of his pants. He put me up on the counter, slipped my body suit to the side, took out his cock and forced it into my tight, wet pussy. He felt so fucking good filling me so deep and stretching my pussy around his cock. He was fucking me hard and I couldn’t contain my loud moans. I barely heard the elevator open and close outside the door but wondered if whatever neighbour was out there could hear. I tried to quiet my moans but the sound of him and I slapping against each other seemed to echo in my entryway. For a moment, I hoped it was the window guy in the hallway, hearing me get fucked after he basically stood me up. I thought of him getting hard at the sound of me taking someone else’s cock.
After the elevator ding, my late night visitor decided we should move to the bedroom and we did. He carried me there, cock still deep inside me and dropped me onto my bed. It had gotten dark and only the glow of the menu on my TV lit up my room but it was enough for us to see each other. I got on all fours on my bed and slid my knees out to the sides to lower myself enough to take his cock in my mouth, and as he was holding a fist full of my hair and thrusting into my face something caught my eye. The flicker of TV light, on a face, in the window. Every light flicker suggested that D’s eyes were locked on us. He turned on a dim bedside light, I guess so that I could see him better. He stripped off his shirt and sweatpants and I could see his cock pitching a defined tent in his tight underwear. He was watching. I knew he was watching, so I decided I’d give him the show he wanted. I perked my ass up as much as possible and really got to work sucking the cock in front of me. I knew I’d have to strategically plan positions that would keep my partners view away from the window so he wouldn’t see my neighbour watching us, getting himself off.
I stopped sucking, flipped around and pressed back until the tip of his cock started to enter me. He grabbed my hips and started fucking hard like he needed me more than he’d ever needed anything, and I tried my best to look back, but not at him. At D. Sitting there, cock in hand, stroking it. He kept his stroke slow, I guess expecting us to be going for a while. His stroke quickened when I pushed my partner down on the bed, head towards the window, eyes glued to my bouncy tits, and got on top and bounced on his cock. He grabbed my hips a few times to slow me or stop me completely, making it obvious that he was on the edge, but I kept resisting, riding him harder, wanting to cum for D. He could see my face and he knew what I looked like when I cum. He squeezed some lube on his cock, matched his stroke perfectly with my rhythm, eyes locked on me. He had to have been imagining that instead of his hand, my tight, smooth little pussy was sliding up and down his throbbing cock. My partner reached up and forced both his thumbs in my mouth, far enough back to make me gag and drool a little, then used one spit covered thumb to circle my nipples and the other to stroke my clit. He felt me starting to tighten around him and my juices starting to flow, he knew I was going to cum and the hand on my nipple reached up around my throat, cutting my air supply as lost control and started to cum. I instantly locked eyes with D, who’d inched forward almost to the end of the bed, now on his knees practically thrusting into his hand. I could see him breathing hard, stroking his cock furiously, desperately hoping I was cumming so that he could too and that sent me right over the edge. I practically screamed as I came all over the cock deep inside me but it might not have even existed in that moment. I wished the cum exploding out of D’s cock as his hips jerked with his orgasm was landing all over my face and tits, even while I was fucking this human toy underneath me. My orgasm was long and intense, and I kept feeling my pussy tighten around the cock inside of it until he let out a loud “fuck baby” and his hips bucked up into me as I felt him give in and cum deep inside me. As soon as we had both cum, I wanted him out. I got up, off his dick, tossed him a towel and excused my self to the washroom to clean up the cum dripping down my thighs. I returned to find him dressing, saying that he had an early morning and was relieved that he didn’t want another round or a sleepover. I glanced at the window to see D, face down under his covers, obviously worn out after our second window rendezvous.
The next morning I awoke late and a little hungover, and jumped up to start getting ready for an event I had almost forgotten about. I came back from the shower to see D, still in his bed, a now-familiar stroke happening underneath his blankets – jerking his cock, probably thinking about me getting fucked like a little whore the night before. I desperately wanted to join him, and when he noticed me watching, he did too, but I pointed at my watch and shrugged while quickly grabbing clothes from my closet and stuffing them messily into a poorly packed weekend bag. As I ran, nearly naked, into and out of my room, brushing my teeth, layering skincare on my face, towelling my hair out, I kept noticing him stroking himself. He seemed to be having a hard time cumming without his little slut in the window. I had finished packing my bags for the weekend, and was ready to go when I got a text from my ride saying they were running late. I had an idea. D’s hands had stopped moving beneath the sheets and there was a few crumpled up tissues next to him. He must have cum already and I was disappointed I’d missed it. I knocked as loudly as I could on the window to get D’s attention and held up the vibrator that he’d sent me. He’d need to download the app and hook up to the vibe so that he could control it remotely. We somehow managed this feat without words and confirmed that he could control the vibe by turning it on and trying a few settings. I made a point of obviously putting it into my bag. I wrote my number on a piece of paper and stuck it to the window just before heading out, hoping he would message me to inquire about when I’d be using the vibrator.
My ride arrived and I took off to a bachelorette weekend I wasn’t particularly looking forward to. I hoped there’d at least be a stripper to entertain me because all that female energy all weekend was going to be tricky. I was only two hours into the three hour drive out of the city when a text from an unsaved number came though.
“that looked like a 3 nighter bag… tell me I’m wrong… pls :P”
My face flushed immediately and I started to feel a tingle between my thighs. I knew my response needed to tease a bit.
“I’m sorry I don’t have this number saved are you sure you have the right number? I don’t usually talk to strangers..”
His responses were immediate.
“Yeah you stayed pretty quiet in the elevator yesterday. So you don’t talk to strangers, but you’ve got no problem stripping down naked and playing with that beautiful pussy for them?”
“You seem to know a lot about me for a stranger…”
“Maybe I do. I know you’d have enjoyed your friday a lot more night riding me instead of whoever that was. He didn’t know how to handle you properly… PS. This is D… Proper Introductions?”
“Nice to not-meet you… call me S”
“Anything you want S… if you don’t tell me what it stands for I might have to make something up…”
“funny… I did the same with yours… d… for dick… hahah”
“Wow! Because I am one?!”
“No because I want yours. So, s is for what?”
“Well since we’re being candid, I have a few contenders. Sexy… sl… maybe I shouldn’t finish that one… and maybe the worst contender… Sub”
“I should change Dick to Dom then?”
“wow… now I see why the rent here is so high. Top notch building amenities… I don’t remember seeing “submissive plaything next door” in the brochure When do I get to torture you with the toy?”
“How bout dinner tonight… I’ll be out with a group of girls for a bachelorette at a tacky restaurant. It’ll be loud and I’ll be bored out of my mind”
“Just say the word baby girl … can I call you that?”
“Yes sir… if I may call you that?”
“Sir or Daddy is fine”
“Yes daddy”
“Good Girl”
I decided to follow this exchange with something to keep his interest. I scrolled through my hidden album and found a picture of me in a strippery, lace halter neck bodysuit with a neckline that plunged almost the top of my slit (picture what Borat wears, but hot as fuck, and not on a hairy dude) and a pair of shiny patent leather, pointed toe, high stiletto, lace up boots that stopped just before the sensitive part of my upper inner thigh. In the photo I’m standing in front of those lights that make everyone look hotter, my hair is a just-fucked mess and my red lipstick is smudged down my face by the finger in my mouth. I hit send and he responded with a drooling emoji and a close up of his stiff erection in tight slacks. It looked like he was sitting on a patio chair and I hoped to god I’d gotten this statue of a man rock hard in public.
Later that night, all the girls, myself included, had gotten dolled up and slutty and ready to be on our worst behaviour. We’d already done in several bottles of champagne and a bottle of tequila and I was really feeling myself. The liquor had my mind on one track only – and it was whichever one would lead me to several orgasms. I remembered the toy just as our ride share arrived and told the girls to wait up while I used the washroom. I grabbed the toy from my bag, headed to the bathroom and set my phone on the counter facing me, recording as I lifted my tight dress over my ass and dropped my panties. I rubbed my clit for a few seconds to get myself wet, thinking about his tongue on my hard-as-diamond nipples then slid it inside me, re-dressed and set the video to D followed by a message that said “Wait for the go ahead” before running out the door to join the girls in the car. Read more »