An unexpected exhibition presents a rare voyeuristic opportunity for a nosy neighbor.
One autumn when I was in my 30s and living in the city, I'd gone out with a buddy of mine and was stumbling home alone at around 2:30 am. It was a week night and at that hour pretty much everyone was asleep, which made the neighbourhood streets feel eerily quiet. So it was kind of a shock when I rounded the corner to my building and saw that the front room of the garden (ground floor) apartment was brightly lit. It was also a bit exciting because this was where the most attractive of all 25 or so of my neighbouring tenants lived.
She was very pretty, with a great smile and a trim little figure that I had often explored in fantasies when masturbating at home, just two floors above her flat. Because she was so down to earth and friendly, I guessed that the young woman was probably just out of high school and living on her own for the first time. I had seen her with a guy who was obviously her boyfriend, but he was only around occasionally. Still, he didn't look like the kind of young punk I'd want to mess with.
From the sidewalk in front of our doorway that night, I could tell someone was moving around in the gal's apartment because long shadows were being thrown from there out toward the street. Usually this woman kept her curtains closed, but I could tell by the intensity of the light that it was far too bright to be veiled by anything. I didn't know if it was her or not inside, but I was dying to find out. However, I knew that if I tried to look in her window from the side of the building on which I was standing, she'd be able to see me as well. Since I had to empty my bladder anyway, I decided to head up to my place before considering my options.
Once relieved of the beer I'd been drinking, my instincts told me that I wouldn't be able to sleep without at least finding out if that sweet and sexy lass was for some reason running around her place naked. Here I have to admit that in my life I'd already done quite a bit of sneaking around in the night trying to see what was not intended for my eyes, so it's not like this was a new thrill for me to attempt. However, opportunities with potential like this were rare, so drawing on experience, I quickly came up with a plan that at least diminished some of the risks involved.
This was an older building, made of brick, with two separate wings, mine with seven units and the other with six. Each side had two flats on each of three floors and of course the woman I was hoping to catch a glimpse of had the one garden apartment, directly below mine, on the inside half of our wing. The front entrances were both hard up against the sidewalk and a small parkway of grass and mature trees lay between the footpath and the roadway. Cars were always "parallel" parked along the curb as we had no parking lot.
Wooden staircases also ran up the rear of both wings of the building and every unit had a back door which opened onto one of the landings. A house, which faced the street I had walked down to get home, was not more than five feet behind our fire escape. Along with a fence, it blocked all access across the back of our property, leaving the sides as the only way out. Therefore, locked iron gates were positioned at each end of the space, the furthest of which opened to an alley that ran alongside the far end of the structure.
So my plan was to change into dark sweatpants and a long sleeved shirt, go down the back stairs, slip out the alley gate and creep all the way around my building, hiding behind one of the trees on the parkway to get a view into the young lady's apartment. Like all the units, she had bay windows facing the street and it was through two of those that the light and shadows I'd seen were emanating.
From the alley I walked all the way out to the street, then crept parallel to our building’s façade until I was even with her unit. No one else was out in the neighborhood so I snuck between a pair of parked cars and positioned myself "behind" a tree, relative to her point of view. The way the place had been built, the apartment she was renting was actually a couple of feet below the level of the ground on which I was standing. The bottom edge of her windows were then only inches off the sidewalk. This meant I was looking slightly down into her living space, which at that moment was devoid of human activity.
After only a short time of waiting, a figure emerged from a hallway toward the back of the unit and it was indeed the comely young woman I had been hoping to see. To my amazement she was completely topless and wearing only a pair of bikini bottoms! This was a first for me. Her slender frame was sexier than I had imagined, with nicely rounded hips that flowed with simple, smooth arcs to a well-proportioned waist. And perched high on her torso above a belly that was neither convex nor concave, were two gorgeous mounds of warmly inviting breast, naturally protruding from her ribcage. It was not as if they had been mechanically moulded and placed on her chest, but rather that her mammary glands somehow filled the exact amount of space to which they were intended. She was perfectly herself, and that is what made her so damned attractive. Plus, her beauty was all the more exciting to witness in such a taboo manner.
I was just dying to appreciate the splendour of this woman by pulling the stiffening shaft of my cock out into the night air and masturbating like a madman. So I did. But my movements were hampered by the tree I was using for cover. If I faced her, I risked banging my stroking hand against the unyielding trunk, or worse yet, accidentally scraping my sensitive mushroom head on its bark. If I turned my back to this inspirational angel, I’d be exposing myself directly to the street and would have to view the erotic apparition by uncomfortably looking over my shoulder. Standing sideways to her either put my lengthening hard-on and rapidly pumping arm in her heavenly light or left my pale white ass hanging out on the other side.
None of these options seemed viable, so when she once again stepped out of the room, I darted into the shadows on the sidewalk closest to the alley, a mere two or three feet from the edge of her unveiled window pane. To be honest, I was likely more visible to her when I leaned out into the light from this location, but I was able to get a much better view from up close, and I felt more free to wank my wiener in the uncramped space.
I remember once jumping back from my new peeping position when she walked into her front room unexpectedly. Heart racing and breathing heavy, I was afraid she'd seen me, so I tried to hide myself in a kind of alcove that was created on the front of the building by her bay windows and the vestibule of the other wing. This spot was right in front of her bedroom widows, but with no light on in that room these shadows made me pretty much undetectable. I listened for the sounds of a door opening or footsteps on pavement as a signal to run. There were none. I carried on.
It seemed incredible that I was standing on the sidewalk in front of my building, sweat pants hanging between my thighs, balls dangling in the night air, reddening erectile tissue of my penis pointing at the street light on the corner, barely outside a block of super bright lamplight shining from the apartment of the hottest female in residence, with beads of sweat rolling down my temples, precum leaking from my angry one-eyed-snake and the glorious image of the woman's delightfully naked torso still lingering on my retinas. Almost out of breath and beginning to feel dizzy, I finally felt the urge to cum rising up through my reproductive system like a bubble about to burst. One more glance at the object of my adoration and I'd be able to launch a rocket of white semen into the night, signalling the completion of a successful mission.
So I inched my overheating body forward, not knowing if she was still in the room or not. I saw no one from my initial viewing angle and no moving shadows were dancing on the pavement before me. Leaning a little farther in, there was still no sign of her. Revealing another quarter of the scene provided little more than a laundry basket and a blank section of wall. Unwilling to commit fully at this critical juncture, I turned away from the uncompromising glow and pounded my meat hard, attempting to remain in the pre launch stage without triggering ignition. Another fruitless look led to another few strokes, then another and another. I was beginning to think that the show was over and that the climax of the performance would again elude me. Disappointed and growing desperate, I begged the fates for just one more flash of tender flesh to live out this long awaited fantasy: “Please, oh please, oh please, please… Come on!!!”
And then all at once, this sweet gal, blossoming from the cocoon of cute young adulthood into the butterfly of delicious erotic womanhood, came strolling back onto the exhibitionist stage that was her well lit living space, now wearing a bikini top, but nothing else! Her dark, natural bush of pubic hair was perched between svelte, golden thighs like a patch of brunette mistletoe calling for me to give her a kiss - just below it. However I was preoccupied, struggling to stifle a moan as a cockfull of hot ejaculate escaped its launch pad and squirted three or four feet across the sidewalk, splattering the screen outside her darkened bedroom window.
Suddenly self-conscious, I pulled my sweatpants up over my dripping dick, turned and circled back to my own apartment, never looking to see if she had caught me applauding her performance with a series of one-hand salutes. Now soaked with sweat and thrilled beyond belief, I lay down on my bed to rest. A bit later on I heard her boyfriend and his crew talking outside on the sidewalk, but couldn’t make out what was being said. They had to have been standing right where I had been jerking off to the guy’s girlfriend, which felt like a bit of one-upmanship on my part. Still, I was worried that she had called them over because she’d seen me or that they had found the evidence I’d left behind. The woman did join the conversation after a few minutes but seemed more bothered by the fact that he had shown up so late in the morning than anything else. This made me speculate that she had been planning the show for him. I’d just gotten lucky showing up when I did!
For the next few days I tried to avoid crossing paths with either my gorgeous neighbor or her boyfriend. When finally she and I were both in the vestibule at the same time, I detected no animosity but no hint of a shared experience either. She just said hi like usual. Apparently the goddess of exhibitionism never knew that I had given tribute to her stunning spectacle by anointing her little apartment with my very own sacrificial gift. Oh, the things we do for lust.