My Landlords

Just before Christmas my landlords, a fairly elderly couple, sold their house and with it the garden in which my flat sits. They assured me that the new owners were happy for me to stay on, apparently they'd told the new owners that I was quiet, paid on time and was never any trouble. Not, I suppose, a bad reputation for a tenant to have. What with one thing and another I wasn't around much over Christmas, and so I missed their moving in. The couple, I'll call them Dan and Sophie, introduced themselves when I walked in on them in the garden one day, that being my usual entrance to my place. They were in their late 30's, married, no children and had taken on the house as a 'project'. I could understand that, as nice as the old owners had been, they'd probably not done any serious work to the house in 20 years, but with a little work the house would probably be worth much more than they had paid for it. Between my work at school, and an increasingly serious long-distance relationship, I wasn't at home as much as I would have liked. Books went unread, films unwatched, and what little time I had at home seemed to be spent doing washing. The realities of single life, I suppose. My girlfriend met Dan and Sophie when visiting one weekend in January and I was amused that she seemed quite struck by Sophie. In truth, as a slender, very pale-skinned blonde, Sophie reminded me a little too much of my most recent ex for me to be particularly attracted, but it made us laugh that I was 'living with a MILF'. A few weeks ago I came home from spending the weekend with my girlfriend late on a Sunday evening. I slogged through the last of the marking that I'd not been able to finish on the train and, work done, I stripped off and went for a quick shower to wash off the travel grime. Shower done I wandered into my bedroom to dry off. Drawing the curtains, I was stopped by a flash of light from the house. My apartment lies at the end of a garden that's maybe about 60 or 70 feet long, a decent size in inner London, but with nothing substantial in the way, I had a clear view of the back of the house. And what I could see right now was Sophie, standing at her full-length bedroom window, completely naked. My mouth felt dry, my heart racing as I looked at her. My bedroom was dark, while hers was fully alight. I imagine that all she could see would be her reflection in the glass, unaware that I was watching. At the end of the gardens in our row of houses (and behind my apartment) is a railway cutting, so no houses face onto Dan and Sophie's. As far as Sophie was concerned, she had complete privacy... ...well, except for Dan, who had just walked into the bedroom with a towel around his waist. Seeing Sophie naked, he dropped his towel. I spared a glance to see what Dan had going for him. It seemed... Well, I don't have a real frame of reference, and at that distance it was a little hard to see much of anything. It was nothing to be ashamed of, maybe? My eyes quickly turned back to Sophie, who had turned to face her husband, her back to the glass. I could see her bare backside, which I knew from her occasionally outdoor exercise sessions was pretty toned. As I watched she dropped down to her knees as Dan walked up to her and reached out to take his cock in her hands. Pumping it a few times, she pulled him closer and her head started to bob backwards and forward - clearly she was going down on him. As I watched this I felt a pang of guilt, realising that I was spying on the couple's private, intimate moment. They couldn't have known I was there - my room was dark, and I was hidden almost completely behind the curtain. Nothing was showing... unlike them. Slowly, I let my towel drop and hit the floor as one hand slipped between my legs. Naked, I brushed over my clit, each fleeting touch sending a small shiver through me as I watched Sophie's head bobbing backwards and forward, Dan's hands grasping the door frame. She slowed down, and I assumed that they were done. She pulled free, but Dan was still fully erect, and she instead took him in her hands and played with him for a bit, before standing up and turning around. Where before my sight of Sophie had been in motion, moving around her room, now she was almost still. I couldn't stop watching her, my fingers now almost glued to me as they flew back and forth as I drank in the sight of her small breasts, her slender body and the sparse, dark hair between her legs, a thin strip showing exactly what I was looking for - and Dan, as she positioned herself, arms resting on the frame, bent over slightly so that her husband could slide into her from behind. My breath by now was coming in short, sharp pants. I tried to time my own movement to match Dan's thrusts, but I was too impatient and soon I was cresting my own orgasm, my knees shaking as I came, gasping and almost doubling over as it hit. My hand movement slowed, as it always does. I was tender, almost sore, between my legs and knew that I was done for now. My hands moved almost on autopilot, touching my breasts and teasing my nipples. But my eyes returned to Dan and Sophie, his thrusts now fast and hard as he slammed into her again and again. But I was watching her face, her eyes screwed close, her mouth drawn into a taut O, one hand between her legs as her husband drove into her again and again and again... They came almost together. So far as I could tell, Sophie came first, and as she grabbed at the door frame for support, Dan came inside her. I wonder, sometimes, how that feels? Not enough to actually go out and find a guy, of course, but still... I watched for a few minutes longer as they stayed locked together until eventually Dan pulled out. From where I was, I couldn't see much of him, but Sophie stayed propped against the window frame for a few moments longer before standing upright, her legs seemingly as shaky as mine had been. As she turned away, I left my curtain fall into place as I found my way onto my bed. Picking up my phone, I called my girlfriend to share what I'd seen... I started writing this about two months ago, and at the time there'd been no repeat performance. I saw Dan naked in their room once, but didn't look for long. I didn't know, at the time, if they realised I could see them. Over the last few weeks, though, I've seen them have sex twice more, once at the window again, once on their bed. Both times I've watched and brought myself to orgasm. I can't imagine I'll ever say anything to them about this, but it's a thrill having this strange situation occur sometimes. I still can't say that I find Sophie attractive, exactly, but I appreciate her enthusiasm for sex, and I won't deny that I've wondered whether she might transfer that to sex with a woman. Not that I ever expect to be in a position to find out, but it's hard not to wonder. My girlfriend has asked if I've thought about showing myself to them, but I don't want to. I enjoy watching them, but I have no interest in joining them, and surely that would seem to be my reason for 'joining in' from my flat. I'm happy with the way things are now... but I'm hoping that next time I won't be alone. My girlfriend definitely wants to see Sophie naked, so next time might be an even more erotic experience!