It was a typical Wednesday. I came home from work -- St. Peter's Catholic Middle School -- and stopped in the lobby of the apartment complex I now lived in to check my mail. I slipped the few envelopes out and glanced them over as I pushed the little door shut. Bills, mostly. Oh, good. An updated invoice from my divorce attorney. Somehow, even though my wife was the one that cheated, and I was the one who was faithful for 27 years, I was the one paying the most. Whatever.
I turned as a young woman in her mid-20s stepped into the lobby. Because of my angle, I noticed her legs first. Shapely and muscled, wrapped in yoga pants, and as they used to say, they went all the way up. I caught just a glimpse of her tight ass, as my eyes went past her exposed, toned stomach then up past a very -- significant -- chest.
On the other side of those delicious globes, her shoulders peeked out from a halter top. Hovering right above her sculpted collarbone, bobbed a ponytail of rich, naturally red hair. A white stick extended from her pursed red lips. As I finally got to her green eyes, I realized she was staring at me as I checked her out.
I blushed bright red at having been caught, but before I looked away, she just winked at me, and slowly pulled a round CBD lollypop from her mouth. Which, frankly made my slacks even more uncomfortable than they already were.
I bit my tongue to keep from inadvertently moaning out loud. She leaned closer and half whispered to me: "Did you like the show last night?"
After a moment of confusion, I closed my eyes and my mind flashed back to the previous night.
I had been sitting on my bed, watching TV, when I head a repeated thumping noise outside the window. My apartment overlooked the courtyard -- complete with drained and covered pool -- and I moved the blinds to look out. We had a sporadic issues with homeless people sneaking into the area between the buildings and I had taken it upon myself to keep an eye out.
I saw no homeless people, and then I heard it again. My eyes were drawn upwards and I realized the blinds on the balcony across from my apartment were open. The last tenant had moved out last month and had always kept them closed anyway. But it wasn't so much the blinds being open as what was now visible through the glass slider.
A woman's naked body was pressed against the doors. She was obviously being fucked from behind. I could just make out the dick in the shadows between her legs behind her. Her bald pussy lips split as it moved in and out of her, and her lips kissing and moisture dribbling down the glass. It looked like there was a little patch of hair was on her mons pubis.
Licking my lips, remembering the taste, I looked higher. The woman's breasts were capped with wide dark areolas, and hard, thick nipples. I had read the phrase, 'my nipples are hard enough to cut glass' in a couple of the chat rooms I indulged in after I moved out of my house and my wife's new boyfriend moved in. But this was the first time I'd ever seen anything close. Even though she was being pounded into the glass, her nipples seemed to be keeping the rest of her breasts from flattening against the glass.
Without even thinking about it, I reached down and touched my growing hard on. Would anyone blame me? Without warning, the woman's eyes opened, staring right at me, stroking through my pants. And she smiled.
I blinked, coming out of the memory, and the woman had an identical smile. She grazed my cheek with her finger. "I hope you enjoyed yourself. I certainly did." She glanced down -- I knew my cock was hard from the memory, let alone her touching me in such an intimate way, but how could I hide it?
"Tune in at 8:15 tonight, if you want to catch the next episode. But don't come until I do."
Then she was gone.
I raced to my apartment and threw a frozen pizza in the oven. Then grabbed my students' pre-Algebra homework and busied myself grading it. My teaching assignment was math, 6-8th grade; as a prestigious private school, many of the students had already mastered Algebra II before they got to high school, and we were known for placing students in top engineering colleges. Thankfully, my 6th graders didn't disappoint, and I was finished with grading and dinner by 8.
I didn't want to miss anything, so I tucked into the corner of my bed early and parted the blinds on the edge so I could be sure to see when the action happened.
The blinds on the balcony were already spread wide and I could see a bed pressed into that corner, not too unlike how my room was set up. On the far side of the bed, I could see shapes moving, but no one was close enough to identify.
One of them moved closer and I could see it was the young woman. She was wearing just a loose bathrobe and she pulled the comforter off the bed and folded it out of my sight. Then she popped back into the window. I could see the contours of her naked chest under the terrycloth. She looked right at me and tapped her wrist, mouthing eight fifteen.
I was embarrassed by being called out as too eager, but I didn't look away, instead taking a moment to slip my boxers down, revealing my slowly swelling cock. Her eyes widened slightly and she licked her lips before moving away.
A moment later, I was treated to quite a sight as the man she was with laid her across the bed. Her head was on the far side, but her knees were akimbo and I could see her glistening lips -- and a wide sparkling plastic purple jewel where her asshole should be. She was riding a butt plug!
She wiggled on the bed, pushing farther away and I could just see her red hair cascade off the far side of the bed. Her partner came close and I glimpsed her open those ruby lips before he slid inside her mouth and presumably down her throat.
Precum was already covering and starting to drip down my now hard shaft. I carefully used it to lubricate myself, not wanting to cum too soon. I hadn't promised, but I felt like I owed this gorgeous woman who had invited me to be a third party voyeur to her night of passion.
From the rhythm of her rocking on the bed, he had started fucking her throat and I found myself jealous and turned on. I had never been with another woman since my wedding. I didn't even want to break that trust during the divorce -- not that I had the opportunity either. And I wasn't a porn watcher either. But now I wanted what that man was getting. Not even with that girl, although I'd be fine with that. It was just new to watch it happen and feel things stirring.
At exactly 8:15 -- I don't know how the hell she did it, but I checked the clock -- she reached down, still being face fucked, and pointed a manicured index finger at her pussy -- no, if I looked closely -- was her clit poking out? Fuck.
I watched, rapt, as she fingered herself, teasing her pussy lips, dipping in, rubbing inside, spreading her lips, slapping, tweaking, tugging. Good lord, this woman knew how to pleasure herself much better than my ex did.
Slowly stroking, I watched as her partner pumped her throat, then filled her, cumming in her mouth and on her chest, as I struggled to hold on. I watched her tongue bathe the head of his dick, milking out another few drops, then he left to clean up.
I watched as she bent from the hips, smoothly, like a dancer into a sitting position.
She licked a stray bit of cum off her upper lip, then reached down. Her eyes on mine, she grasped the purple jewel and slowly drew it out of her tight, sexy ass.
I couldn't hear it, as it popped out of her, but I knew when it happened. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head, her lips formed an O, her body started shaking... and then she threw her head back, and her pussy exploded, spraying on the glass.
That was all the invitation I needed, but I fought my urges until she tilted her head back down to look at me. Then I let it fly. I know men cumming isn't as hot for women to watch as the reverse is for men, but I wanted to let her know I kept my silent promise.
It had been about a week since I had last -- you know. I got busy and still felt a little guilty taking care of myself. So there was a buildup, and I ejaculated several times, cumming all over the window and part way up my chest.
Once again her eyes widened. I didn't know if it was the quantity or the vessel it had erupted from, but it did a number on my ego. I needed that. Despite my considerable girth and larger than average length, my wife ex-wife had turned to another man to satisfy her in the bedroom. Knowing that a girl half my age was appreciative, even from a distance, was balm for my woes.
It was a few more days before I saw the woman again, naked or otherwise. Once again, it was in the lobby by the mailboxes. I was putting a birthday card for my daughter in the outgoing slot. She's a freshman at UCLA and loves it. I don't talk to her as much as I'd like, but she calls at least once a month. Pretty sure she's dating someone now, from what she hinted at during our last call, but I didn't want to pry.
I turned around and there was the woman. Today, she had her hair up in pigtails, the tips curled tightly into ringlets. She was in a low cut, short white sundress -- both her toned legs and her ample cleavage were on display. She was carrying a tennis racket in one hand.
I smiled and nodded, not sure what the etiquette was for whatever this thing was that we were doing. She smiled back, and then her face fell a little. Instantly I wanted to fix it, to help her, to make her smile again. Damnit. This was how I was with my wi -- ex when we first dated. I cannot be falling in love with this 20-something, no matter how much she got me off.
Ah, fuck it. I am who I am. But before I could say anything, she asked me a question.
