How can I look away? I saw you walk into your room as I was shutting the curtains for the night.
I watched you as you stretched your arms up pulling off your shirt emphasizing your flat stomach. Your ripped, flat, lick me on your way down stomach and I just paused not able to look away.
As you walked across the room towards the windows, I watched you unbutton the top three buttons on your fly letting a glimpse of your tighty whities flash as you stretch reaching for the ceiling.
I groaned and shook my head lightly thinking wow, welcome to the neighborhood.
I felt flustered, hot, when with one more wistful glance across the way I caught my breath and forget to let it out.
With a minimum of movement you push your pants off, and stand up straight causing the breath to rush out of me. You are hard and hung.
In the shadows you reach down and slowly rub your hand from base to tip to base, almost like you are scratching an itch, then you turn and look directly across the lawn separating our houses. You know I am watching, as you slowly oh so slowly begin to masturbate.
I see your cock jump as if it is reaching for me.
I see you lick your hand and grip yourself tight, pulling, pumping, you run your fingers along as your spit glistens on the head.
My nipples are rock hard, my cunt is throbbing, I am so tempted. Do I dare?
I slowly walk across my bedroom and turn of the overhead light, walking back to the window I turn on the soft lamp next to my bed and open the curtains wider as I step into sight.
I see you pause, your cock reaching towards me from your fist, as you look at me as if daring me to give you the same show you are offering.