What I Saw, What I Did

I’ve jacked off to many pics, videos and other visual stimuli, but I’d never beaten off to the sight of a real-life situation unfolding in front of me until that evening in my first apartment.

My “complex” was actually an aging but long-revered and well-maintained 4-apartment frame structure built probably in the ‘40s in my city’s bohemian area. There were two adjoining studio apartments upstairs where I lived and two below, all built in an L shape. Each apartment was very spacious and had those big, old-timey windows everywhere in living areas, kitchens and baths. Our neighborhood drew mostly artsy free spirits. That’s why I was there. We could be ourselves and wear or not wear whatever, and no one cared.

My upstairs neighbors were a well-toned man and a tall, gorgeous, beautifully developed woman with long black hair and dark eyes. Turned out she was even more beautiful naked, as I learned one evening.

I’d gotten home around 6 p.m. and heard the neighbors’ shower running. Took off my coat, turned on some music and wandered into the kitchen for a snack. I heard the next-door shower stop. No big deal. Got some chips and a beer. Sat down at my table next to one of those big windows and watched the fading sunset.

Had to pee so I went to my little bathroom, which also had a big window that I hadn’t covered. Didn’t turn on the light. As I peed, I noticed that, because of the apartments’ L shape, I could see straight into my neighbors’ kitchen area.

They had curtains that weren’t pulled, and I nearly fainted when suddenly the woman walked past the window naked except for a towel wrapped around her wet hair.

My dick reacted with instant boner, and I whipped it out, needing quick masturbation for relief.

But I stopped, mesmerized, heart pounding, as she walked back to the window, her tits on full display and her nipples rock-hard. I’d never experienced voyeurism, so this was all an over-the-top jolt in real time.

Then she turned around and walked across the kitchen. She stepped on a scale, elevating her just high enough so that if I stood on my tiptoes I could see her shaved pussy.

She weighed then strolled back to the window, her tits swaying gently. It was too much, and I started jacking off like crazy, shot a huge load in seconds and watched a while longer as she walked around her kitchen naked, doing things until her boyfriend, maybe her husband, walked in, and they embraced and started rubbing against each other.

That’s when I got out of there, weak-kneed, in some lame show of respect for their privacy. But I jerked off three more times that night and the next morning before work. My libido was on raging fire.

I got repeat shows on following evenings, eventually jacking off so much that my dick was so sore that I could barely endure an erection, and my balls ached. But, with a guilty conscience, I quit my voyeuring after a while and left the neighbors to their naked devices.

But then it occurred to me: My old-timey tub/shower faced their window. Had they been watching me first? Had they watched me beat off in the shower? Had I caused their exhibitionism? Were they getting off as much as I was, watching me and knowing I was watching them? I never asked them, but once, I swear, as I was leaving my apartment and the woman was leaving hers, she looked at me hard eye-to-eye and smiled a very naughty smile.