I woke up in the middle of the night with my bedroom lit up almost like it was morning.
The moon was nearly full and beaming in bright enough that my bed was illuminated.
I got up, pulled the curtains closed, and went back to bed.
The next morning, I got up, showered, threw on a pair of shorts and went to the kitchen to make breakfast.
Walking past my front door, I noticed a slip of folded pastel blue paper laying on the floor, as though someone had slid it under the door.
I picked it up, opened it and read.
'I know you watched me last night. I want a turn now. Leave your lights on tonight so I can watch you. My apartment will be dark, so you'll have to wonder what I'm doing just as I have to wonder what you were doing. Please don't disappoint me.'
It was signed 'J'.
My heart skipped a beat. How? How could she know? How could she know I'd watched her?
I ate breakfast, got dressed, and went for a walk.
Among other things, I wanted to know just how visible was my apartment from the ground floor.
How visible was hers, for that matter?
As it turned out, I discovered I would have seen nothing from ground level. Her balcony shielded prying eyes quite a bit; I could see hardly anything at all from the street below.
My apartment was just as shielded from the ground floor, but from the second, anyone could have seen me as I climaxed and spewed cum on my window and window ledge.
If I did as she asked, I'd have to retreat a short distance back into my apartment to comply with her and not put on a show for the tenants on the floor below.
I picked up my mail, stopped by the market to pick up a couple of items I needed for dinner, and I headed home.
As I walked through the lobby of my apartments, Margaret smiled at me and waved.
She'd introduced herself as Margaret and almost immediately told me to call her Margo as she'd kissed me on the cheek. She and her husband Stefan were the married couple I'd met when I'd moved on a week earlier.
They were a little older than I was, and they were an attractive couple with lots of life and love in their eyes. Margo had dark raven hair to go with her brown eyes, and a smile that made those beautiful eyes twinkle with unspoken mischief. She was curvy and beautiful, too, and seemed to know when you were looking at her and admiring her.
She smiled at me again as she stood next to me and leaned in, almost whispering.
'I understand you made a new friend last night,' she said.
'A new friend?'
Margo smiled. 'The young woman that lives across from you?'
My mouth fell open. How did Margo know about last night?
'How...?'
She giggled. 'I saw her come into the building this morning. I saw her, said hello, and she asked if I knew you. I said yes, and...'
'So you know her?'
Margo smiled and nodded. 'She wanted to know what I knew about you and I said not much other than you seem like a very nice fellow.'
'But you know her.'
'Yes, Michael, I know her. She is a very sweet girl.'
'What's her name?'
Margo laughed and shook her head. 'I will not tell you her name.'
'No? Why not?'
'Because you need to meet her and introduce yourself to her. It is the polite thing to do, especially given your circumstance.'
'Given my circumstance? Wait a minute? What circumstance?'
'You watched her and now she wants to watch you.'
Margo smiled and her eyes danced as it dawned on me that she knew, too.
'You watched her masturbate and now she wants to watch you masturbate. It seems like an equitable, fair arrangement.'
I felt my face flush deep crimson. How, oh, how had I gotten into the spot where not one but two women, one almost a complete stranger and the other a recent acquaintance, knew I'd watched the former at her most exposed and vulnerable, and that now, she wanted to see me similarly exposed?
Margo laughed as she grabbed my arm and kissed me on the cheek.
'Do not be embarrassed, Michael. It is something we all do, and some of us like to be watched while we do it as much or more as some of us like to watch others do it.'
She kissed me on the cheek again.
'Do not worry,' she said. 'Just...'
Margo looked down at the growing bulge of my involuntary erection, and she smiled.
'Do not think about someone watching you unless it excites you to do so,' she said. 'Only think about giving yourself pleasure and giving your seed to the night for her to see.'
'You make it sound so...'
Margo leaned closer and whispered into my ear.
'And if you need some inspiration to get your blood pumping tonight, think about her and watching her last night. Or you can think about me.'
Margo leaned back just enough to pull her blouse out and show me her breast.
I must have had a shocked look on my face, because Margo laughed, kissed me on the cheek again and then swatted me playfully on the arm.
'Go,' she said. 'You have a busy night to get ready for.'
I kissed her on the cheek and felt a wave of warmth sweep over me as she hugged me.
'You really are quite lovely,' I said. 'And beautiful.'
Margo laughed. 'Stefan will be glad to know you think so. Maybe you will see more of me sometime. Would you like that?'
I nodded.
'Good,' she said. 'I will remember that for the future.'
Moments later, I stood in my apartment staring out across at my mystery woman's lair.
Who was she and what was this sway she had over me? And what did it say that Margo knew her, pretty well apparently, and that she knew as much or more than I did about what was going on and had felt comfortable exposing her breast to me?
Don't misunderstand. I'd made mental note of Margo's offer to see more of her in the future, and if her husband did not mind, I was definitely interested.
There was no sign of my mystery woman; her apartment appeared immaculate but empty. My apartment was pretty clean, but that didn't mean it couldn't stand for me to tidy up a bit.
Half way through cooking dinner, I saw a slip of blue paper slide under my door.
I quickly washed my hands, grabbed up a towel and made a beeline for the door. I yanked it open and peered into the hall. There was no one there, and I could hear nothing.
The note had not just magically appeared, though; I knew that much.
I picked it up and opened it.
