I'm Your Shy Neighbor

I've lived in my apartment complex for about 4 years now, and i like it because it's close to the things I use, it allows dogs, and it's relatively quiet. Another nice feature is that each apartment in the building overlooks a shared courtyard: on my slide of the building we get the morning sun and on the other, the afternoon and evening light I have met my neighbors on each side of me, and though we speak, we're not in each other's business.

About a year after I moved in, I noticed a distinguished looking older gentleman moving in directly across from me but one floor above. I noticed him mainly because his schedule was somewhat like mine: up early in the mornings, enjoying the sunrise with a cup or two of a hot beverage when it felt like the whole complex was still asleep. He was often in his robe which gave me a good view of his legs. He had placed some potted plants along the floor of his balcony which bloomed all spring, summer and fall.

I work from home, and my hours are completely up to me, and as long as I complete my projects on time, my supervisor doesn't worry about what I do at what time. I'm conscientious about my work, so I never give him any reason to worry and I like the autonomy and freedom this gives me.

I was wrapping up a particularly difficult project one evening much later than usual and I happened to notice that this gentelman's lights were on with him pacing back and forth casually, I had opened my balcony door to let in the cool night air and eventually happened to notice that he had opened his too, and was now pacing back and forth, talking on the phone. He later sat down in one of the chairs on his balcony as he kept up his side of the conversation. He was talking loud enough that I could hear his voice but not so loud that I could make out exactly what he was saying. His voice was deep and soothing, a little growly - the perfect voice for me that turns me on. I imagined that he was calling me and talking to me instead of whomever he was having this conversation with.

Shaking myself, I realized I had been thinking about this man for about 10 minutes - a man I hadn't even met whose legs I had looked at through his balcony plants, and now whose voice was getting me hot and bothered! I blushed and glanced down at my laptop, refocusing on the final details of this project.

After that night of listening to his voice across the courtyard I tried to keep staying up a little later and later, but I couldn't figure out what his schedule was, as some nights he would be home around 6, and others around 1 AM and others, not at all. Obviously this was none of my business, but I was curious about my neighbors, and being curious was normal, right?

A few weeks later I noticed his lights on one evening, his curtains and blinds wide open. I stood in my kitchen, the window of which looks out over the courtyard. I was finishing up my dinner dishes and the kitchen was steamy after my boiling pasta and now the hot water in the sink, so I had opened my kitchen window and my patio window to cool my apartment and myself off. I glanced occasionally out the window, lost in thought, mechanically washing my few dishes. As. I was draining the sink, I heard a slight noise from outside my window that made me glance up. To my surprise, I could see a woman leaning over the railing of this man's balcony, her eyes closed. She made the noise again and now I noticed that she was moving in a rhythmic way that didn't make sense. Who was this woman in this man's apartment, and why was she leaning over so oddly, bent at the waist?

The light in an apartment on my side of the building snapped on, illuminating this man's balcony a little better and I instantly blushed, realizing that this gentleman was fucking this woman from behind! Her face was also flushed, her eyes staying closed, his eyes staring at her back, his hands reaching around to cup her breasts over her clothes, then slipping inside her neckline to touch them directly. It was a little too dim for me to see anything else in more detail, and other than her muttered low gasps, all I could hear was his hissed "yesssss!" as he thrust into her. I stood, transfixed, watching this scene, wishing that I could see more clearly, wishing that I were the one whose cunt was being stretched by this man.

Oh god - did I just think that? Why?! I don't know him at all - he could be horrible or even a terrible lover, but it didn't look like it from his date's face.... I quickly turned off the lights in my kitchen and the living room adjacent to the balcony so they couldn't see me watching them. My hands trailed down my chest to my breasts, feeling my nipples hard in my bralette. I slipped my hand into my neckline, pretending it was his, pinching my nipple hard, like I like. Not realizing what I was doing, I moaned low in my throat, thinking that I hadn't indulged in a one night stand for a while. One night stands were all I allowed myself, as relationships took too much time and energy. Not that I was completely inexperienced, or had never had a long term relationship; I just kept telling myself (and my nosy sister) that I hsdn't found "the right one" yet.

I continued pinching my nipples with one hand while the other trailed down to the front of my leggings, gently pressing into my clit.

"Oh, Daddy," this man's visitor gasped, "yes, please fuck me just like that!" Her head bent as she focused on her pleasure, begging you to make her cum, focusing on letting go. Suddenly her head snapped back upright and I understood that this man must have pulled her hair. I gasped too at the thought of him doing this to me and increased the pressure on my clit. I slipped my hand down into my leggings, feeling the hard nub of my clit sticking out, begging for attention.

I pressed against myself: my warm hand from the dishwater now rubbing my clit directly, now wet from a different kind of liquid. I squeezed my eyes shut, wanting to feel as full as this woman must, pinching my nipples and rubbing against my clit. I moaned again. I heard my dog jump down from my bed where he usually sleeps and move in my direction. I knew I should move away from the window and balcony but I was so, so close! I could hear the slap of his thighs against hers and thought i could hear (or was I imagining?) the wet sounds of sex. Suddenly, a low light was on behind me - a night light triggered by my dog who was now nudging my leg. I quickly moved my hands back from under my clothes, knowing that Pete (my dog) was going to be wanting his last walk of the day.

I sighed, wishing that I could continue my quest for an orgasm that I was dying to have. I snapped his leash on and we walked down the stairs to the courtyard. Pete snuffled around the grassy areas he liked to check, getting his news about his neighbors. Who was I kidding - I was being just as nosy as my sister, and as Pete. Just as I thought this, I heard a low grunting from the direction of the balcony I had been watching, one grunt lower and one higher, but both rhythmic. This made my nipples instantly turn hard again, knowing that just a few floors above me, my neighbor and his date were cumming. I glanced up in that direction but couldn't see anything leaning out over the railing of this apartment whose owner was quickly becoming part of my fantasy life.

After I gave Pete a quick walk around a few blocks and another circuit of the courtyard, we returned to my apartment. I could see lights from this man's apartment and hear his sexy voice and laughter on the breeze.

A few days later I was out again with Pete at a different time than I usually do, trying to get into a running routine. I opened my mailbox to find a notice to pick up a package in the apartment office. I jogged down there with Pete still connected to me, not wanting to make a trip up to my apartment to only have to return to grab the package. Fastening Pete's leash to a bench outside the office, I picked up my package and was bending down to disconnect him when I heard a familiar voice behind me.

"Hiya, buddy!" a grumbly voice said. I immediately flushed, knowing that this voice belonged to the man across from me.

Pete immediately began wagging his tail at him and gazing at him adoringly. I focused on Pete as this man asked me if it was okay to pet him.

"Pet him?" I thought, confused.

"Can I pet your dog, ma'am?"

"Yeah", ahem, "yea, sure!" I mumbled out, hoping that this man hadn't noticed my flushed cheeks, flushing even hotter at him calling me "ma'am."

I glanced up at him and knew I couldn't pretend that I didn't know him.

"Oh, you're my across-the-courtyard-neighbor, right?"

The man chuckles in a slightly odd way and glances up at my face.

"Yep." He says.

"I thought so - I would recognize your voice anywhere!!" I stammer.

"Oh yeah?" You prompt.

Before my brain kicks in, my mouth was suddenly saying, "you have a very distinct, very sexy force." I blush even more deeply and stumble away, wishing I were less of a dork

"Hang on " The man says as I begin to turn around. I am bright red and don't want him to see. "You're...". I quickly jog away, pretending I don't hear. Fortunately Pete is still ready for continuing our run.

About 15 minutes later we return to the complex and I run Pete up the stairs. I notice a note stuck partially under my door. I grab it as I unlock the door.

"I have your package" is printed neatly on the back of a card, the other side simple with a name printed on with the title "photographer"

I immediately blush again, hoping to have a lot of time pass between talking to this person who now I know is a photographer again. Embarrassed that I literally ran off without the package that I went to the office for, and then that the message of "I have your package" could be taken in a different way. Guessing from the legs that I'd caught glimpses of on the man's balcony, I would think that he might have quite a nice one.

Knowing that putting off this interaction will just make me overthink it, I sigh and re-lock my door. Pete trots ahead happily, thinking that we're going for a third run.

"Silly puppy," I mutter, walking a quarter way around the apartment through a hallway, then up a staircase, then part of the way down the next hall, Pete happily wagging his tail as I hold his leash.

I stop outside of the photographer's apartment and sigh yet again, raising my fist to knock. I timidly knock on his door, Pete continuing his wagging routine, glancing at me excitedly.

"Coming." I hear from inside the apartment.

You swing the door open and Pete instantly jumps up on your legs.

"Hi - no Pete, down!" I sternly say.

You study me, a little bit of laughter in your eyes.

"I got your note," I say, "You said you have a package for me>"

"Yeesss," you say, "yes, I have a certain package for you." You laugh, glancing quickly down my body and slightly bending down to pet Pete.. Somehow Pete's leash gets pulled out of my hands and into yours. I, of course, notice the double entendre right away and blush even harder - you seem to keep having this effect on me.

Pete bounds off deeper into your apartment as you grin at me, your eyes continuing to laugh at me.

"No, Pete - come!" I use the same stern voice again.

When my eyes return to your face, i see that you're still looking up and down my body and my traitorous nipples harden. I know you notice, as your eyes remain fixed to them.

"Pete," I weakly call, remembering watching your hands slip around your date's breast a few days ago.

I shake my head, trying to stop thinking only dirty thoughts.

Your eyes still twinkling at me, now focused back on my face, but now on my lips, you say, "So, you said that you like my voice?"

"Yes," I glance down away from your face, my eyes accidentally dropping to your crotch.

Now it's your face that's flushing, noticing where my eyes went and also noticing that I lick my lips. As I watch your face again I catch my bottom lip in my top teeth and I see your eyelids narrow, still focusing on my lips.

You step slightly towards me and I instinctively back up towards the door. You step towards me again.

Not having any place to go and not wating to leave Pete in your (a stranger's!) apartment, I'm not sure what to do.

"You mentioned a package," you say just above a whisper, still staring at my mouth. You step close towards me and bend to whisper in my ear.

"You know I could see straight into your apartment."

I gasp and search your eyes.

"When I was fucking Emily last week, I could see you watching us. I thought about fucking you right after I made her cum."

I stare at you, never having considered that I could be part of your fantasies while you were in mine.

"Thinking about you was what made me cum" you say, your lips lowering to mine to softly brush against mine.

I moan against your lips and one of your arms goes to my waist, pushing me back into the door with your body, pinning me there. Your other hand drops to my breast, playing with my nipple, hard and pebbled inside my running bra. I melt into you, all my lust for you with your sexy voice and sexy legs and teasing eyes flooding through my body. Your lips and hips grind against mine. My arms go around your shoulders, my nails dragging across your back and down to your waist then to your hips where I pull you even tighter against me, communicating my desire.

You bring your arms to my shoulders and tug at my arms, pulling them away from your body and pushing them up above my head, up against the door. Confused, I try to wrap them back around you but you nip at my bottom lip, pushing my arms back over my head. Your hands skim down hard over my breasts, pressing extra hard against my nipples, then run down over my hips to my waist where you slide them under my running tank and quickly pull it up over my head along with my running bra.

I moan as your eyes now drop to my bare breasts and you kiss and lick down from my collar bone to the deep cleavage in front of you, teasing my hard nipples with your lips and tongue and teeth, pushing my breasts together to move from one to the other, pinching and twisting, my arms again going to your shoulders, pulling you against me.

You pull me away from the door and bend me over the arm of the couch, pushing me down by my neck. Knowing that I'm completely in your control, I give up any sense of knowing what I want to happen, excited to let you lead, unquestioningly knowing that I can trust you to take care of me.

"Tell me what you want." You order.

"Oh god - I want you - no, I need you - I need you buried inside me!"

"Like I was buried in my date, Emily? My package buried in you?"

"Yes- just like that!" I say, my cunt clenching at that thought and at your hands, now playing down my ass and into the crack between my legs.

I open myself to you, unquestioningly.

You slide my leggings down my ass to the back of my thighs and run your fingers along my slit. My juices coat you fingers and you lick them, tasting me. You moisten you fingers with your spit and slide them against me, mimicking your cocks head pushing into me. I whine and find myself begging.

"Oh please, please!"

You quickly strip off your shirt and unzip your shorts, your cock springing out and you push your fingers into me. My juices coat your fingers which you rub onto your cock You moan and I glance over my shoulder to watch you. You line your head up at my entrance, glancing up at my face with a question in your eyes.

I move my hips to meet you and you slide deep into me in one long push, your head splitting me open perfectly.

"Oh god," we both moan.

"This, this is what I want," you say, "this is what I wanted as I watched you touch yourself while you were watching Emily and me?"

"Oh yes, yes, please! Please take me! My nipples are dragging across your couch!" I moan, the scratchy texture of your couch the perfect texture to make my beaded nipples sting, making my cunt clench around you even tighter.

You pull all the way out then shove your long, straight cock directly into my core, my wetness and heat circling you. Over and over you slam into me and you reach around my waist to pinch my clitoris gently, rocking your hips into me as your hand rocks against my most sensitive spot, pushing me higher and higher, closer towards my peak.

"Cum for me, cum on my cock," you order, now tapping against my hard clit, pounding into me faster and faster, knowing that you're close.

"Oh god, please cum around me" you beg, and I do, screaming out as my nipples pebble harder than ever against the roughness of your couch, my cunt clenching around your hardness. As my spasms fade, yours begin and you hold yourself still against me, still touching my clit, emptying into me.

We move to collapse on the couch, our bodies now both spent, our legs and arms tangling as we come down from our orgasms, catching our breath. We both look into each others faces and laugh in relief. Your hands move to play gently with my breasts

"I really did see you watching me fuck Emily, you know," you say, "I knew you were touching yourself."

I blush and look away from you, embarrassed to have been caught. You catch my chin and tap on it to make me look at you. "Never feel bad about being turned on. You're the most sexy woman I know and I've been watching you too!"

"You have?"

"Yes - almost every morning as you're watching the sunrise, I watch your face with your joy at the new day. I watch your breasts as you breathe the morning air in deeply. I watch you play with Pete and I watch you as your run your fingers through your hair while you work. I've thought about burying my hands in your hair...". You trail off.

"Burying your hands in my hair and what?" I ask, mesmerized to hear you describing these things, my hands drifting down your body, stroking over your ribs and waist and stomach down to your hips.

"Oh god - forcing my cock down your throat!"

At this, I look up into your face from beneath my lashes and circle your cock with my hand.

"Do it, do it, please!". I keel beside the couch as you sit up and open your legs.

I kiss up your inner thighs as you tug the band out of my hair, my curls springing out in all directions.

You pull my waiting mouth onto your cock, letting me adjust to your length.

I gently cup your balls as you grow harder and I open my throat around you, my throat muscles caressing you just as my vaginal muscles had.

You pull my head off of you, then pull me back down your shaft. I wrap my pointer finger and thumb around your base, trapping more blood into your already tight cock. You groan as you feel your need growing. I can feel myself, already wet, growing even wetter and I wiggle my hips, aching to feel you back inside me again. One of your hand drifts to my nipple, seeking it out, tapping and twisting and pulling on it, sending shock waves straight to my clit. You pull and push my head on and off of you over and over, forcing yourself into my mouth and throat as tears stream down my face.

You stare at me, lust covering your face. I watch you as you explode down my throat, then pull a little off so I can taste you. I flick my tongue along your shaft and bite gently, watching as you moan and jerk and fill my mouth and throat with your cum. I moan around you, which you can feel in your balls.

You pull your cock out of my mouth, watching as I play with your cum in my mouth, savoring its texture and flavor and maleness. You smile down at me, imagining all the things we can explore.