Something felt turbulent in the atmosphere and I couldn't explain why.
3pm in the afternoon. The streets, the apartment block... everything seemed quiet. Not a bad time to come back home after a long leave. Trip after trip... that pedantic writer insisted on his editor, me, travelling with him on his book promotion tour because he wanted to work closely on his following piece of shit with me.
Half a year away... the perspective of quitting and pursuing a career in academia more appealing than ever. English literature, Creative writing, grammar... anything but this demeaning editor's world I am in. Tons of bullshit that are not worth the money.
Inside, everything was dark. Covered furniture, empty fridge, dim lights, Cold rooms. Some of the windows slightly open to let some air in.
I went to my bedroom, left all the luggage on the bed and decided to let the afternoon sun in through the window warm the room while showered.
I was opening the curtains when...
"Oh, whoahh," I gasped.
One direction streets are narrow enough to have a clear view of the building apartments in front.
There he was... one of my neighbors laying all naked on a sun bed in the intimacy of his tiny balcony. Totally self-absorbed, eyes closed, arched back, playing furiously with his cock.
He had carefully covered the view from strangers using towels on strategic places but, oddly enough, I had a full view of the show.
I couldn't recall seeing such a cute young guy in front of my place... he must be fairly new, I thought. I bet he took for granted that my apartment was empty. Not true now, to my delight.
I stood still and bewildered, not thinking whether I could be seen or not. Front row for a masturbation show. Sometimes he would hold his hanging balls, but most of the time ball sack bouncing up and down to the rhythm of his furious strokes. Holding it close to where the base meets the balls, his engorged glans and great deal of this trunk poking out of his fist.
Sometimes he would do easier, then he would get all frenzy. And then back again to easy. Sweat would run down his torso glistening under the sun over his semi-tanned skin.
I lost track of time. My nipples were hard, really hard, and I would feel some tingling between my legs.
He would occasionally turn the pages of a magazine on his side. Inspiration from some porn? What a dirty horny guy. His hand working on that stiff boner page after page. I wished very badly that it was inside me.
There was this moment when everything speeded up. Now he was holding it all around the tip, allowing me to devour its meaty root with my eyes. The fast stroking ended with a strong squeeze. Everything stood still, and that was it.
Still lying, his hips started to buckle wildly. Hand directing his erection straight up. I was biting my lips from anticipation. Pure lust shook all my senses.
Spurt after spurt of hot jizz came out of his love organ and floated on the air. Some spunk fell on his stomach, some on his chest and thighs.
Some jets landed on the already weary magazine. Some pages seemed undulated and stiffen. Yes, it must be some big boobs and shaven pussies porn, I assured myself.
I cheered, whooed, clapped my hands and laughed at the show. He could not hear me, of course.
I leaned pressing the fabric of my shirt against the cold window glass, hard nipples, hardly contained in my bra, against it.
Meanwhile he was breathing hard. His cock still erect but losing some pride, lying turgid and all spent over his stomach. Some streams of cum falling down his shaft and balls, shining bright under the hot sun. I was paralyzed by the show.
Little by little he recovered his senses and sat by the legs of his sun bed still panting.
That was when he lifted his head and our eyes met.
It was a short moment but it looked like forever. I noticed how exposed I was to his view right then. And I thought to myself... I'm not like this.
I could see his expression of concern and, with a little fast peak, his hard-on shrinking in no time.
I smiled at him amicably. Waved my hand and candidly whispered hello.
Still stunned, and kind of embarrassed he waved back hello. Now I was happy I had not taken my clothes off, even though the temptation to play with myself had been intense.
I felt so powerful fully dressed in front of this naked guy.
Taking a big notebook and a thick marker from my briefcase, I opened the it, tore off some sheets, and wrote a big hello on one of them.
I showed him.
Still hesitant, some seconds later he waved back hello.
"Just came back from a long trip," I wrote on the next sheet.
My heart was beating fast.
"I am alone.
"Would you meet me for a drink at Annie's Corner downstairs?" I wrote these two at the same time to show them together.
He blinked his eyes repeatedly. Oh, my goodness. Now I am regretting, my brain repeated to me.
Wait! he's answered with his thumb up. And wait...! I'd swear his dangling penis twitched... I couldn't hold back that rush of feelings inside me!
"30min?" I showed.
Thumb up again. Yay!
We both showed down there after a fast shower, dressed casually and clearly nervous. He was waiting at a little terrace table.
Customary introduction, friendly smiles... soon the conversation flowed. Snacks and light drinks...
Apparently no broken-heart relationship, no womanizer hints. Just a guy coming to a new city. Liking his profession, hating his job. A modern-times hermit with a rich inner life full of peculiar interests.
We were quite comfortable chatting pretty soon. Oh, he was a delight.
"Well... can I be frank with you? That was a damn good tool you were handling all alone before," I surprised myself saying candidly.
"Oh... thank you," he blushed.
"How is that? are you a size queen?" he teased me.
"Well... no? yes?... yes, yes sure. But you know... I've had my good share of lousy fucks either size.
"There was this guy I once ended up with after a dinner with some friends. I was super horny. We were both all naked, he was limp still," I paused making a gesture with my thumb and index fingers explaining how small he was, "so I gave him head and then he got hard... and you know?"
I made the same gesture with astonishment, "Same! But I said to myself... what the hell!
"He was on top doing me but I could hardly feel anything. We changed positions, me on top... still it was very loose inside. I could hardly feel it touching my inside walls at all.
"He had an everlasting endurance though. A hard-try, I guess," I concluded. "But you know... after a good while of shaking I was going nowhere and getting distracted. You know what I mean..."
He nodded, "So what did you do?"
"My patience ended. I got him out a little harshly, I lied on my stomach and furiously fingered myself to orgasm.
"I opened my eyes to find him on his knees by me... very surprised, not knowing what to do but all erect after my show. It was a quite pathetic view...
"I felt he deserved better, so I paid back by finishing him with my mouth. The easiest deepthroat of my life!" I said both my thumbs up.
"Wow," he gasped
I continued, "The there was this other guy... he had a huge," this time I made the gesture placing the palm of my hands one in front of the other at a considerable distance.
"What was him? like ten inches?"
"No way!" he said not believing it.
"Yeah, that big." I insisted.
"Did you ever measure him?" his question took me by surprise.
"Oh, are you allowed to do that?" I answered laughing.
He nodded again smiling and then I continued, "I swear he was.
"I was lying on the bed legs wide open, only with my black stockings on, and seeing him standing on with that monster cock super stiff and bouncing up and down.
"He mounted me - oh! I was totally stuffed. He grabbed my tits firmly. I had gained a little weight back then and they were bigger."
"Sorry to interrupt, but they look delicious. And you should be proud of them." He said.
"Well, thank you!
"So where was I... oh, yes: he grabbed my tits while deep inside of me. So very ready, I could feel this swollen member everywhere impaling me through my wetness.
"And I could feel it pulsing and twitching right away. He came deep inside me shaking and moaning.
"Damn... that was hot. He couldn't hold back even a single thrust. I felt very flattered and at the same time really pissed me off 'cos the jerk never paid back."
