I've lived in my apartment complex for about 4 years now, and i like it because it's close to the things I use, it allows dogs, and it's relatively quiet. Another nice feature is that each apartment in the building overlooks a shared courtyard: on my slide of the building we get the morning sun and on the other, the afternoon and evening light I have met my neighbors on each side of me, and though we speak, we're not in each other's business.
About a year after I moved in, I noticed a distinguished looking older gentleman moving in directly across from me but one floor above. I noticed him mainly because his schedule was somewhat like mine: up early in the mornings, enjoying the sunrise with a cup or two of a hot beverage when it felt like the whole complex was still asleep. He was often in his robe which gave me a good view of his legs. He had placed some potted plants along the floor of his balcony which bloomed all spring, summer and fall.
I work from home, and my hours are completely up to me, and as long as I complete my projects on time, my supervisor doesn't worry about what I do at what time. I'm conscientious about my work, so I never give him any reason to worry and I like the autonomy and freedom this gives me.
I was wrapping up a particularly difficult project one evening much later than usual and I happened to notice that this gentelman's lights were on with him pacing back and forth casually, I had opened my balcony door to let in the cool night air and eventually happened to notice that he had opened his too, and was now pacing back and forth, talking on the phone. He later sat down in one of the chairs on his balcony as he kept up his side of the conversation. He was talking loud enough that I could hear his voice but not so loud that I could make out exactly what he was saying. His voice was deep and soothing, a little growly - the perfect voice for me that turns me on. I imagined that he was calling me and talking to me instead of whomever he was having this conversation with.
Shaking myself, I realized I had been thinking about this man for about 10 minutes - a man I hadn't even met whose legs I had looked at through his balcony plants, and now whose voice was getting me hot and bothered! I blushed and glanced down at my laptop, refocusing on the final details of this project.
After that night of listening to his voice across the courtyard I tried to keep staying up a little later and later, but I couldn't figure out what his schedule was, as some nights he would be home around 6, and others around 1 AM and others, not at all. Obviously this was none of my business, but I was curious about my neighbors, and being curious was normal, right?
A few weeks later I noticed his lights on one evening, his curtains and blinds wide open. I stood in my kitchen, the window of which looks out over the courtyard. I was finishing up my dinner dishes and the kitchen was steamy after my boiling pasta and now the hot water in the sink, so I had opened my kitchen window and my patio window to cool my apartment and myself off. I glanced occasionally out the window, lost in thought, mechanically washing my few dishes. As.I was draining the sink, I heard a slight noise from outside my window that made me glance up. To my surprise, I could see a woman leaning over the railing of this man's balcony, her eyes closed. She made the noise again and now I noticed that she was moving in a rhythmic way that didn't make sense. Who was this woman in this man's apartment, and why was she leaning over so oddly, bent at the waist?
The light in an apartment on my side of the building snapped on, illuminating this man's balcony a little better and I instantly blushed, realizing that this gentleman was fucking this woman from behind! Her face was also flushed, her eyes staying closed, his eyes staring at her back, his hands reaching around to cup her breasts over her clothes, then slipping inside her neckline to touch them directly. It was a little too dim for me to see anything else in more detail, and other than her muttered low gasps, all I could hear was his hissed "yesssss!" as he thrust into her. I stood, transfixed, watching this scene, wishing that I could see more clearly, wishing that I were the one whose cunt was being stretched by this man.
Oh god - did I just think that? Why?! I don't know him at all - he could be horrible or even a terrible lover, but it didn't look like it from his date's face.... I quickly turned off the lights in my kitchen and the living room adjacent to the balcony so they couldn't see me watching them. My hands trailed down my chest to my breasts, feeling my nipples hard in my bralette. I slipped my hand into my neckline, pretending it was his, pinching my nipple hard, like I like. Not realizing what I was doing, I moaned low in my throat, thinking that I hadn't indulged in a one night stand for a while. One night stands were all I allowed myself, as relationships took too much time and energy. Not that I was completely inexperienced, or had never had a long term relationship; I just kept telling myself (and my nosy sister) that I hsdn't found "the right one" yet.
I continued pinching my nipples with one hand while the other trailed down to the front of my leggings, gently pressing into my clit.
"Oh, Daddy," this man's visitor gasped, "yes, please fuck me just like that!" Her head bent as she focused on her pleasure, begging you to make her cum, focusing on letting go. Suddenly her head snapped back upright and I understood that this man must have pulled her hair. I gasped too at the thought of him doing this to me and increased the pressure on my clit. I slipped my hand down into my leggings, feeling the hard nub of my clit sticking out, begging for attention.
I pressed against myself: my warm hand from the dishwater now rubbing my clit directly, now wet from a different kind of liquid. I squeezed my eyes shut, wanting to feel as full as this woman must, pinching my nipples and rubbing against my clit. I moaned again. I heard my dog jump down from my bed where he usually sleeps and move in my direction. I knew I should move away from the window and balcony but I was so, so close! I could hear the slap of his thighs against hers and thought i could hear (or was I imagining?) the wet sounds of sex. Suddenly, a low light was on behind me - a night light triggered by my dog who was now nudging my leg. I quickly moved my hands back from under my clothes, knowing that Pete (my dog) was going to be wanting his last walk of the day.
I sighed, wishing that I could continue my quest for an orgasm that I was dying to have. I snapped his leash on and we walked down the stairs to the courtyard. Pete snuffled around the grassy areas he liked to check, getting his news about his neighbors. Who was I kidding - I was being just as nosy as my sister, and as Pete. Just as I thought this, I heard a low grunting from the direction of the balcony I had been watching, one grunt lower and one higher, but both rhythmic. This made my nipples instantly turn hard again, knowing that just a few floors above me, my neighbor and his date were cumming. I glanced up in that direction but couldn't see anything leaning out over the railing of this apartment whose owner was quickly becoming part of my fantasy life.
After I gave Pete a quick walk around a few blocks and another circuit of the courtyard, we returned to my apartment. I could see lights from this man's apartment and hear his sexy voice and laughter on the breeze.
A few days later I was out again with Pete at a different time than I usually do, trying to get into a running routine. I opened my mailbox to find a notice to pick up a package in the apartment office. I jogged down there with Pete still connected to me, not wanting to make a trip up to my apartment to only have to return to grab the package. Fastening Pete's leash to a bench outside the office, I picked up my package and was bending down to disconnect him when I heard a familiar voice behind me.
"Hiya, buddy!" a grumbly voice said. I immediately flushed, knowing that this voice belonged to the man across from me.
Pete immediately began wagging his tail at him and gazing at him adoringly. I focused on Pete as this man asked me if it was okay to pet him.
"Pet him?" I thought, confused.
"Can I pet your dog, ma'am?"
"Yeah", ahem, "yea, sure!" I mumbled out, hoping that this man hadn't noticed my flushed cheeks, flushing even hotter at him calling me "ma'am."
I glanced up at him and knew I couldn't pretend that I didn't know him.
"Oh, you're my across-the-courtyard-neighbor, right?"
The man chuckles in a slightly odd way and glances up at my face.
"Yep." He says.
"I thought so - I would recognize your voice anywhere!!" I stammer.
"Oh yeah?" You prompt.
Before my brain kicks in, my mouth was suddenly saying, "you have a very distinct, very sexy force." I blush even more deeply and stumble away, wishing I were less of a dork
"Hang on " The man says as I begin to turn around. I am bright red and don't want him to see. "You're...". I quickly jog away, pretending I don't hear. Fortunately Pete is still ready for continuing our run.
About 15 minutes later we return to the complex and I run Pete up the stairs. I notice a note stuck partially under my door. I grab it as I unlock the door.
"I have your package" is printed neatly on the back of a card, the other side simple with a name printed on with the title "photographer"
