Mine was like thousands of other apartment buildings in large cities. People moved in, stayed a short time and then moved out. In between, they rarely made friends with neighbors. Separated by single walls, but yet so far away.
The dial on my alarm clock read 2:30 AM when I rose, abandoning a useless effort to sleep. I wandered aimlessly to the living room and turned on the end table lamp. My eyes focused as I scanned around the room. Nothing caught my interest so I strode to the large, full-length window to look down at the courtyard four stories below. Low pathway lights lit the empty dividing sidewalk that halved the thirty-foot space between the two longer prongs of the U-shaped older, walk-up building. The windows of my fellow tenants, across the way, were all dark.
I was about to turn and move away, when a light appeared in a window on the floor below and just to my right. The unit's curtains were open showing a living room duplicating my own in size and shape. A shadowed silhouette crossed to the window. I guessed it to be a woman from the longer hair and body shape. I watched her look out just as I was.
She spotted my light and lifted her hand in a wave. Her greeting was unexpected but welcomed. I waved back. A few seconds passed before she pointed at me and lifted her index finger straight up in the air before stepping back from view. There was a short flash of bright light and then total darkness. I waited, wondering what she'd meant. A few seconds later, light returned with a lamp, with it's shade removed and set before her window.
She stood, facing me, directly behind the lamp to offer a clear view. She wore a plain T-shirt and boxer shorts; similar to my own sleep wear of choice. She looked to be of average height and weight with her bared arms and legs revealing a dark complexion. She rapidly poked at her short, black hair causing it to fluff out in waves. I guessed her to be Hispanic, Italian, or mixed race.
Finished with her hair, she pointed at the lamp and then at me. Understanding, I retreated to my own lamp, removed the shade, brought it to the window and plugged it in. When I looked back, she smiled broadly and clapped her hands. Then she gathered the T-Shirt tight around her waist. Bending her other forearm up and out, she turned around once slowly. I copied her turn and saw her flash a broad smile and shake her head up and down in approval.
Her broad smile turned to a tight-lipped grin and she lifted her hands to her neck, brushing her bare skin with her fingers. Fingers spread, her hands moved downward over the bulges of her breasts. Stopping, she cupped them both and raising them up towards me. I smiled back and threw her a kiss, invoking her pursed lip kiss in reply. She dropped her hands, spreading her fingers to drag them down pressing against her stomach and thighs as far as she could reach. Turning around, she stroked her rear cheeks long enough for me to see they were round and firm. A laugh seemed to escape her when she turned back to bow to my clapping hand approval.
I gave her my best impersonation of a male stripper, trying to match her performance. I finished my turn to grab the edge of my own shirt and pull it off. A tight-lipped grin returned to her face and I felt as if she narrowed her stare to my face. She reached down to grasp the bottom edge of her shirt and lifted slowly. I stared at her smooth stomach broken only by the indentation of her navel. She adjusted to hold her shirt with one hand, and teasingly rubbed her other over her exposed middle. I gave her two thumbs up, with only my hope that she'd pull the shirt higher. I froze when she actually did.
I felt my cock stir as she tossed her shirt aside and flashed me a beautiful smile with her dark eyes opened wide. Her bared breasts were not overly large but well shaped. I could see her dark aureoles with budding nipples at their centers. When she started rubbing her open palms over her front, I tried matching her movements stroke-for-stroke over my own body. I felt the sensitive skin of my cockhead drag against the front of my cotton jockeys in swelling.
Together, we first teased and then captured our nipples between the tips of our thumbs and fingertips. My two became sensitive as they rose and I was sure hers did the same. We pinched, bent and teased in unison until our two sets of nipples fully hardened. I glanced down to see that my shorts were tented.
Returning to her, I watched as her hands dropped to the elastic bands of her shorts. I nodded my encouragement and hooked my thumbs inside my elastic waistband. Together we slid them down slowly, our eyes locked across the distance. I could just make out her swatch of dark pubic hair. We each bent slightly forward sliding our shorts' elastic bands down to clear our thighs then let them fall off. Returning to an erect stance, I started from the bottom and scanned slowly up her naked body to take in all of her womanly beauty.
I could feel her eyes on my swollen cock.
She stood still, staring back but I noticed that her smile was gone and became alarmed. I sensed she might be thinking of drawing away to leave; ending our session of mutual sharing of visual pleasure. The seconds were ticking away and I had to do something to make her stay.
I held up my finger as she'd done earlier, then dashed to grab a chair from the kitchen and rushed back. Relieved to find her still there, I set the chair behind the lamp and raised my right leg up and out by setting my foot on the seat. Edging my other foot forward, I drew as near to hot light bulb as I could and spread my other leg out to provide a full open view of my crotch. Reaching down, I skimmed my fingers up my inner thigh and over my balls that had contracted with my arousal. I darted a glance and saw she was watching. I grasped my stiff shaft and pumped it sliding the skin up and back three times - creating a glistening, wet droplet to seep from the tiny opening at it's tip.
As I pulled my hand away, I saw the tip of her tongue slip out to glide over her lips before it disappeared from view. She held her finger up again before and backed away from the window. She quickly returned with a chair of her own and set it down as I had done with mine. Imitating my stance, she ran her open palm up the smooth skin from her ankle to her inner thigh. When she reached her leg crease, she placed it at the top of her slit. Slowly, she rubbed up and down the darkened furrow, stopping several times to push in with her eyes set directly towards me.
I licked my own lips as I watched her hand spread the dark lips of her slit apart showing the shiny, pink beneath. Her other hand rose to rub what I knew had to be her clit. I cupped my balls with one hand and softly started stroking my throbbing cock with the other. Lifting my head, I meet her gaze. She nodded and smiled. As she rubbed, I squeezed myself tighter and pumped my skin up and back my full length while I massaged my balls. Our eyes were riveted to the motions of the other.