Fantasy Fullfilled

My apartment is on the second floor of a three-story building in an older development. As an older building, it has far more character than all those new cookie-cutter high rises.

While the quirky units are nice, the lack of air conditioning is a big drawback. However, with large, floor-to-ceiling windows that open, lots of fresh air gets in. While having those windows has been fantastic during the recent heatwave, it does mean that I have to leave the blinds open to let in as much air as possible.

The other drawback of the older development is that the buildings are very close together. The building next to mine is less than fifteen feet away. On top of that, the apartment that is directly opposite from me, because of poor planning, has its bedroom windows facing mine.

Fulfilling one of my lifelong fantasies began last Tuesday evening.

Entering my bedroom, clad only in a towel after a shower, I noticed a man peering out the window of the apartment directly across from mine.

Averting my eyes to make it seem as though I hadn’t seen him, I slowly walked to the vanity across the room.

My heart started pounding as I thought, ‘Wow! I’ve fantasized about this situation lots of times. Do I, or don’t I?’

The vanity’s mirror revealed his fixation on my twenty-six-year-old six-foot one-inch frame.

Towering over my classmates as a teenager, I’d considered my height a distinct disadvantage. While I’d been a natural for the basketball team, none of the guys would come near me. In university, and afterwards in the business world, I realized that my height was an advantage. I was always noticed in a room, and, in many cases, it allowed me to dominate a situation.

While I was tall, I wasn’t huge. I’d been blessed with a perfectly proportioned hundred-and-sixty-pound body with a thirty-seven-inch C-cup chest, a twenty-five-inch waist, and thirty-seven-inch hips. I was proud of my body and exercised, at least twice a week, in the local health club.

My pride did give me a bit of an exhibitionist streak. I had no problem wearing the skimpiest of bikinis to the beach.

Trying to calm myself as I stood in front of the vanity, I took a deep breath and thought, ‘What the hell? It’s time to live one of my fantasies.’

I slowly undid the towel and threw it onto the large Rattan chair next to the vanity.

My heart pounded even harder with the thought of him staring at my naked ass.

I stood for a while brushing my hair and watched him watching me.

With a big breath, I turned and, naked, slowly walked to my bed.

Turning off the light on the nightstand after I got into bed, I looked at him. From the bulge in his briefs, I could see that he was getting hard.

‘Mmmmmmm. He liked what he saw.’

Closing my eyes, I, amazingly, fell asleep almost at once.

The next night, with the lights out, I snuck into my bedroom and looked out the window.

There was no sign of any activity. In fact, the drapes were drawn.

‘Damn. That’s disappointing.’

After performing my nightly bedtime routine, I got into bed and turned off the light. Lying there thinking about the day, I saw a light come on across the way.

As I was already in bed, I didn’t want to get up to give him a show. However, being curious, I kept watching to see if I could see anything of him.

I watched him walk around the room. At one point he looked out his window to see if he could see anything.

‘Come in a little earlier tomorrow, and I’ll give you something to see.’

A second later, I watched him peel off his t-shirt and drop it on the floor.

‘Hmmmmmm. I wonder what the rest of him looks like.’

I crawled closer to the window to get a better view.

He stood by his bed and pulled down his shorts and underwear.

With his back to me, I could only see that he had tight-looking buns. Fortunately for me, the position of the mirror on his dresser allowed me to see the front of his body too.

He didn’t have a big cock, but it wasn’t small either. I enjoyed watching it sway as he walked around for a bit until, after he disappeared from view, his window went dark.

‘Nice. Very nice,’ I thought as I got back into bed.

Eating Thursday evening, I thought about what sort of show I could give him.

After a lot of deliberation, I came up with a show that I thought would work.

I tried watching television afterwards but finally gave up as I couldn’t concentrate.

I stripped, wrapped a towel around me, and waited in the dark for him to appear.

About fifty minutes later, just before 10:00, the light in his room came on.

I left the room and, peeking through the door, waited for him to look out his window.

As he did, I turned on the light and ran to the side table in front of the window. Picking up my phone, I said in a loud voice, “Hello, how are you?” to make it seem like I was talking to a friend.

He moved to the side of the window, trying to hide, but I could readily see his face.

Walking around my room for a couple of minutes in my towel, I tried to appear like I was engaged in a conversation. Seeing in my vanity mirror that he was still watching, I walked to the Rattan chair and sat down.

Glancing over at his window, I saw him standing on his tiptoes, trying to get as good a view as he could.

As I continued my conversation, as I’d planned earlier, I slouched a bit and draped my right leg over the arm of the chair, giving him an unobstructed view of my pussy.

My slouching had another unanticipated effect, as the towel that was around my chest loosened a little.

Seeing this, I squirmed around in the chair a few times until it let go and fell aside, exposing my whole body.

Glancing at his window, I noticed him rubbing his crotch through his shorts.

‘Mmmmmm. You like what you’re seeing, don't you?’

After a couple of minutes, I stood up. Walking toward the window naked, I saw that he’d dropped his shorts and was vigorously stroking his hard cock.

Ending my pretend conversation, I picked up my towel from the chair and sat down on the edge of the bed.

Facing the window, I made a show of vigorously rubbing my hair dry. From experience, I knew that this would cause my boobs to jiggle.

Standing after a couple of minutes, I turned and, leaning over to dry my legs, exposed my bare ass to him.

After a minute or so, I put down the towel and, with an exaggerated wiggle of my hips, walked over to the light switch near the door.

Turning off the light, I quickly ran back to the edge of my bed to watch what he was doing.

In the mirror, I saw him leaning against the wall and vigorously jacking off. I watched him stroking until I heard a soft grunt, saw his hips thrust forward, and cum shoot out.

As he was cleaning himself up with a tissue, the light in the room beside him came on.

Pulling up his shorts, he called out, “Is that you, Jeff? Come into my room. I’ve got something to tell you.”

A few seconds later another guy came into the room, and I heard him say, “What’s up?”

“You’re not going to believe this. I just saw a gorgeous naked woman in the apartment across the way.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, I saw her the other night when she was prancing around her room naked after her shower. She did it again tonight.”

In response to his quizzical look, “With this heat, she mustn’t be closing her drapes. We’ve got a perfect view of her bedroom.”

“She’s got a nice body with nice-sized tits and a hairy bush. I find it a bit too hairy, but beggars can’t be choosers.”

“You’ve got to get home earlier tomorrow so you can see her too.”

‘I’m going to have a bigger audience tomorrow night. I wonder what I can do for them.’

The next day I got home at about 6:00 and, while quickly eating, thought, ‘I can’t keep putting on the same show. It’ll get boring. I’ll do a striptease for them tonight.’

After taking a few more mouthfuls, I thought, ‘Greg thought my bush was too hairy. I’ll shave it. That’ll give them another surprise.’

Before my shower, I shaved it bald. I’d never not had hair there, so it felt really weird.

When the shower hit my bare skin, I felt a familiar tingle.

As the water continued to hit it, my insides start to go warm and mushy.

Touching my slit, I found myself really lubricated.

My fingers moved easily over its slippery surface.

I continued and, for the first time in my life, had an orgasm standing in the shower. I don’t know whether it was the water hitting my bald pussy, or the anticipation of the show I was going to put on, but I came after only a couple of minutes.

After drying myself, I put on my tennis clothes and sat down on my bed to await the guys.

Around 9:30, I saw the light go on in both their rooms and heard, “She’s not there yet, Jeff. If it’s anything like the last couple of nights, though, she should be coming into her room in a few minutes. Get your ass over here.”

I waited by the edge of the door for Jeff’s arrival. Seeing him come into the room and stand beside Greg, I thought, ‘Showtime! Let’s get it on.’

I turned on the bedroom light and strutted into the room.

Sitting in the chair, I removed each tennis shoe, followed by each sock. I then pulled off my tennis top, revealing my lacy bra. Standing, I slowly unbuttoned my tennis shorts and started to slide them down my legs.

About a third of the way down, I stopped as I pretended to answer the phone.

Glancing in their direction, I saw them both standing in the window like frozen statues.

Nestling the phone between my cheek and shoulder, I wiggled my hips, and my shorts slid the rest of the way down.

My heart was pounding, and my breathing quickened with the excitement of what I was doing. Parading back and forth in my lacy bra and panties in front of the window, I heard, “You’re right, Greg. She does have a great body. I hope she takes off the rest of her clothes. I can’t wait to see her nude.”

Hearing this, with the phone still nestled between my cheek and shoulder, I undid the clasp and shrugged off my bra to let my hard, erect nipples point at them.

After a moment, I walked towards the window, appearing to be talking. Turning, I, after walking a few steps, stopped and slowly slid off my panties.

With my heart pounding in anticipation of showing them my completely bare pussy, I thought, 'Okay, Jane. You did this for them. Let’s do it.’

Turning around, I walked to the window, standing in front of it, facing them.

My heart felt like it was jumping out of my chest as I stood there demurely, letting them view my tits and shaved pussy.

“Look, Jeff. Look at her pussy. There’s no hair at all! It’s totally bald. God, what a sight!”

“Her pussy lips are totally visible. Can you imagine nibbling on them?”

Hearing their comments increased my horniness, and I felt my lower tummy start to tingle.

Continuing to be engaged in my conversation, I started to caress my slit with my right hand.

After a couple of rubs, I inserted my index finger.

“My God, Jeff! She’s sticking her finger in her twat.”

Removing my finger, I brought it to my lips and licked it off.

“She just licked it off, Greg. God, I wish I could do that with her.”

As I finished licking my finger, I said, in a voice loud enough for the guys to hear, “I’ve got to go now, Linda. I need to take care of something before I turn in. I'll talk to you early next week, and we can make plans for next weekend. Bye.”

I hung up and, as I put the phone on the bedside table, sat on the edge of the bed facing them.

Laying back, I raised my knees and started to rub my clitoris with my index finger.

“My God, Greg. She’s getting herself off. God, I wish I was there with her. I’d love to do that to her.”

“Yeah. Look at her. She’s got two fingers in. I wish I had my binoculars. God, I’m as hard as a rock. Do you mind?”

“Not if you don’t.”

I glanced over at the guys and saw that they had both dropped their shorts and were busily jerking off.

Watching them watch me brought my orgasm on a lot faster than normal.

I felt its waves wash over me as I came violently twisting and trembling all over.

For a few minutes, I lay there, savouring the feeling.

Looking over at the guys, I saw them still stroking their hard cocks.

I stood up and stretched.

As I did, I looked out the window, and, as I pretended to see them, my mouth went wide with an 'oh-no' look.

They froze, with their hands still wrapped around their cocks, as they realized that they’d been caught!

Looking at them with a ‘you guys are bad’ look, I shook my finger and my head.

I had a bit of a smile on my face to let him know I wasn't angry, just amused at catching two guys stroking off while watching me.

Jeff must have been close to his orgasm because, as I was shaking my finger at them, sperm erupted out of his cock. My mouth went wide, and, jumping up and down, I applauded.

I saw him go bright red and turn away so his back was to the window.

“Too bad that was wasted, Jeff. What about you? Do you want some help? I can give you a hand if you want.”

Greg, realizing I was talking to him, turned red too.

He quickly ducked behind the window frame, and a second later the light went off in the room.

Laughing, I got into bed and, after pulling up the sheet, turned off my light, falling asleep with visions of Jeff and Greg stroking away.