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The woman across the alley

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The woman across the alley by AnonymousWhen I moved into my new apartment, I noticed that the window in the laundry room, of allplaces, afforded an excellent view of a room in the apartment building across the alley. Just afew feet away, the bare room beckoned. Though I checked the window from time to time,there was no reason to believe the room would be anything other than a storage room. Winter changed to spring and thoughts of that backroom drifted away because I had my handsfull with a new girlfriend. Due to our mutually strict up-bringings, we had a policy of nofondling below the waist. Although my hands strayed on occasionally toward her virginpussy, my advances were always rebuffed. How badly I wanted to engage in mutualmasturbation, but how deeply conflicted I felt about it! She was passionate, but firm. After anevening of passionate kissing and sucking her nipples (how she loved it!) I would return to myown apartment to solace myself with the work of my own hand. With the smell of her sweetbreasts still clinging to my lips, I would bring myself to ecstatic pleasure, my hands workingas I hoped hers would have.As all good things do, our relationship ended. I kicked myself for not having pushed thingsfurther with her. My hands had worked their way so close to the grail of my longings, butalways fell just short. Once again, my hands had to provide comfort. As I dreamt about herwhile stroking myself on my bed, I imagined her open to me, perhaps rubbing her ownclitoris while I licked her pink and beaconing cunt. The image of her masturbating was thequickest way to bring myself to a climax of my own.My image of her pleasuring herself was foggy because I had never seen her in this the mostdelicate and personal of sexual pursuits. One day, perhaps I might have a suitable image. Andthen it happened. I supposed that these sorts of things only happened to other people, luckierpeople. In that once dark storage room across the alley, decorations began to appear: pictures,a nightstand, a woman's broad brimmed hats, and a bed. Devotedly I would check thatwindow for any sign of life. And then one sultry summer night, a woman appeared in thewindow. She was dark haired and a little bottom heavy, a heavenly image of my former love. At first, she appeared in a short aqua night-shirt, her perky breasts flouncing beneath the thinfabric. My penis bucked inside my shorts as I stood peeking through the window in thedarkness of the laundry room. She lay on the bed and began to read a magazine, and as she didshe pulled up her night-shirt so that her silvery panties sparkled in the dim light. Mycock was in my hand. Now and again her hand would trance patterns along her abdomen. Iwas impatient but overjoyed. Soon she put the magazine aside and her hands strayed towardthe waist band of her panties. My body trembled with anticipation. While one hand pulled up the front of her night-shirt the other snuck under her waistband.Her fingers pinched and rubbed her nipples first one and then the other. Through crotch ofher lifted panties, I could see her spread her pussy lips. Trembling, I worked the head andshaft of my cock slowly, hoping to prolong what is one of the most amazing sights I will eversee. In the darkness of the laundry room, I pulled the shaft of my penis down tight with myleft hand, but ever so slowly. I hoped that the firmness of my grip might stem the tide wellingup within. She continued to work her finger deeper into her own pussy. By now, her headwas thrown back in delight, a twisted smile somewhere between pleasure and pain spreadacross her lips. As she played with her nipples, she would occasionally smell the fingers thathad been working hard on her pussy. That nearly sent me over the edge, twice, and then itfinally did. I practically passed out when I finally did ejaculate. Wave after wave rippled overme and I felt myself drifting away from consciousness. How I kept from falling over, I do notremember. Placidly, in the bedroom across the alley, the shadow of my former love continuedon. The very fact that she had no idea that I was watching heightened the excitement in waysthat I could have hardly imagined. In deference to her, I watched until as she finished herselfoff, as near as I could tell anyway. There were no convulsive fits or soundless moans. In fact,she just stopped masturbating, pulled down her shirt and put out the light. I fantasized aboutbeing in the room with her and felt sorry that two neighbors could share this commonexperience.As I shakily turned upstairs to go to bed, I began to form a far more vivid image of my formerlove in my mind, as the body of the girl across the way coalesced into the likeness of mygirlfriend. That night I dreamed about more evenings with my new masturbation partner. ButI did not imagine that one day the girl across the way would bring home a partner of her own.