Crossing Signals

The flicker of the security monitor painted Jake's dim apartment in jagged blue light. He'd been troubleshooting the damn system for hours. Cheap router, crossed signals--his neighbors' private feeds kept bleeding into his cameras. But when her feed cut through the static, his fingers froze mid-typing.

Fuck.

There she was: his new neighbor, Ava, Black hair tangled over her shoulders, hips swaying as she paced her bedroom. Jake leaned closer, breath fogging the screen. He'd seen her in the hall--curves spilling from tank tops, thighs that could smother a man--but this...this was different. Raw.

She paused at the foot of her bed, biting her lip. She hummed to herself, fingers working the buttons of her blouse with slow, teasing motions. One by one, they came undone, revealing smooth, creamy skin beneath. She shrugged the fabric off her shoulders, letting it slither to the floor, and now she stood there in nothing but a black lace bra and tight pencil skirt. her dusky nipples just barely visible through the sheer fabric. My hand drifted to my crotch without thinking, palming the stiffness growing behind my jeans.

She reached behind her back, unhooked her bra with a practiced twist, and let it fall.

A soft sigh escaped her lips as the cool air hit her bare skin, her fingers brushing over her own nipples, pinching them to stiff peaks. Jake's cock twitched, hard and sudden. Her fingers trailed down her stomach, slipping beneath the waistband of her skirt. With a slow, deliberate push, she peeled it down over those wide hips, revealing matching black lace panties that clung to the swollen outline of her pussy.

Ava didn't stop. Her hands slid down her waist, thumbs hooking into lace panties. She arched as she peeled them off, letting them fall to the floor. The camera angle--some hidden corner of her ceiling--framed her like a goddess: pussy bare, plump lips glistening. She palmed herself, legs trembling, and a soft whimper crackled through the tinny audio.

"Fuck...needed this all day." She said to herself

Her voice. Husky. Filthy. Jake's zipper tore open.

Ava sank onto the bed, legs splayed. A drawer slid open, and she pulled out a long, thick, veined dildo--translucent pink, followed by a small tube. She glazed the monster cock in lube. Jake's throat went dry. He shouldn't be watching this. The right thing to do was shut down the feed. He was being a perv, but who was he kidding? He's always been a bit of a voyeur. He wasn't above peeking up the skirt of a girl on the escalator or grabbing a chair when the milf yoga instructor across the way practices her routines in front of the open window. He tightened the grip on his cock.

He was rock hard, and his cock was throbbing. Pre cum was already leaking from his engorged tip. He wrapped his hand around his shaft and stroked himself roughly, eyes glued to the screen.

Ava laid back on her bed, spread her legs, soaked cunt facing the camera. "Oh, shit." Jake thought. That thing is going in her. She positioned the massive cock at the entrance of her pussy and teased the tip along her slit, dragging it up and down, coating it in her wetness. She played with herself, sliding the dildo's broad tip through her slick folds, letting it catch on her clit before pulling away with a whimper. "Fuuuck," Jake groaned, thumb swiping over the leaking head of his cock. "You like that, baby?" Jake muttered, imagining he was the one teasing her.

She did it again, and again, each time lingering a little longer, until finally, with a sharp gasp, she pressed the tip inside. Her hips rocked forward, taking it inch by inch, her pussy stretching around the thick toy. Her head fell back, lips parted on a moan as she sank all the way down.

"Fuck, yes--" Jake stroked harder, faster, he couldn't take his eyes off the screen as she began to ride it, rolling her hips in slow, sinful circles. "God, look at you," he growled.

Her fingers found her clit again, rubbing tight little circles as she fucked herself on that toy, her tits bouncing with every thrust.

"You like watching, don't you?" she murmured--not to him, to the air. But Jake's gut clenched anyway. Fuck, does she know?

"Bet you wanna see me split open on this thing," she hissed, circling her clit with the head. Her free hand twisted her nipple, sharp and cruel. "Bet you'd beg to taste me after."

Jake's hips bucked, fist flying over his cock. Precum smeared his thumb as Ava finally shoved the toy inside. She threw her head back, backbow tight, tits jutting toward the camera.

She slid the cock almost completely out, leaving just the head inside. Gripped it with both hands, and rammed it back into her cunt. She moaned loudly when it was fully inside of her. "Yes--stretch me," she moaned. The dildo plunged deeper, her pussy sucking it in hungrily. Jake could see every detail: how her clit pulsed, how her thighs shook, how her ass lifted off the bed with every thrust.

He matched her rhythm, his own hand a blur. "Fuck her. Fuck her," he growled, imagining the toy was his cock, that those broken whimpers were for him. Ava's fingers dove between her legs, rubbing furious circles on her clit, plucking at the sweet swollen button with her nails.

"Oh--oh fuck--" Her thighs trembled as she neared the edge, her movements turning frantic, desperate. "I'm gonna cum. Oh fuck!! I'm gonna drown your fucking dick," she slurred, back arching off the bed. "Wish it was your face here--I wanna grind my cunt into your mouth 'til you choke--"

She came with a choked cry, her pussy clamping down on the dildo, back arching off the bed as waves of pleasure rolled through her.

And that was all it took. My balls tightened, my own release coiling hot and heavy. Ana's thighs snapped shut, her body locking around the dildo. A scream ripped through her as her pussy spasmed, juices soaking the sheets.

With a ragged groan, he came hard, stripes of cum painting his desk spilling over his fist in thick, pulsing ropes as he watched Ava shudder through the last aftershocks of her orgasm. Panting, he collapsed into his chair, eyes still locked on Ava's limp body.

She lay on the bed, breathless, legs still spread, her pussy glistening and used. She pulled the dildo out slowly, glossy with her mess, licked the tip and winked at the camera.

At him.

The screen went black. Jake's heart hammered. She knew. She fucking knew. The camera feed blinked, fizzled--then cut back to his front door.

But it didn't matter.

He had a feeling this wasn't the last time I'd be tuning in to her private channel.