Hi Neighbor!

It was another miserable Friday and I was SO looking forward to just getting out of my work clothes and start to chill in my apartment for the weekend. Work had been extremely stressful for months now, with the new merger taking place. People didn't know from one day to the next whether they would be let go or stay on with the new company. Getting to the weekend to have 2 full days off was like a sanctuary.

I was SO glad I had invested in this 12th floor condo just after my last promotion. I often pinched myself in disbelief that I actually owned a place as amazing as this. I was raised in a poor family and never would have dreamed I'd EVER make this kind of money. But, the new company I started working at just out of college took off in a big way. I got stock options early and they just kept coming.

I kicked my heels off and undid my blouse as I moved towards the master bedroom. It was still light out and the sun was streaming in the floor to ceiling "windows". I always considered a window to be a small-ish opening with glass in a large wall. This was ALL glass! And, I had a corner condo, so I could see out in two different directions.

Well, sort of. The south view was directly at another high-rise condo 400 feet away. It was far enough that I felt comfortable no-one could see anything going on in my place. Until today. EVERYTHING changed today.

I slipped out of my skirt, pulled my blouse off of my shoulders and tossed everything in the hamper. Then, I undid my bra and pulled my arms through the straps. I pulled my panties down and off and 3-pointed everything into the hamper. Yeeeeah! The crowd goes wild!

As I turned and walked buck-naked towards the bed, THAT's when I noticed him. He was standing in his place, immediately across from mine, looking directly at me, with BIG binoculars! I turned to my left giving no indication that I had noticed him ogling my naked body.

Now, I had first of all been born very lucky into an extremely hot body. Well, after puberty anyway. And, I knew it. Every man I met knew it.

But, it hadn't stopped there. I had worked out since I was 15, religiously. I was curvy, but muscular at the same time. And I was proud of my body. Dressed or naked. So I realized, there was ABSOLUTELY something to look at here!

I peeked out the window from the bedroom, through the sheer curtains to see if he was still watching. He definitely was. I evaluated who my 'fan' was: he was about 6' tall, dressed VERY well and when he lowered the binoculars, he was extremely handsome. He was very young though. I estimated 18 to 21, but I could be mistaken.

I considered what I should do: I could call the cops. What would THEY do? Nothing, likely. Just embarrass both of us. I could try to get his address, go over there and confront him. I didn't have the balls to do that; literally AND figuratively. I finally decided I would play with him a little. See how he reacted.

I rummaged through my "fuck me" panty drawer and found a very lacy pair of crotchless panties. I slipped them on, then looked down and fluffed up my pussy hair a bit. Might as well show my pussy off at its' best.

With that, I strode out into the living room and sat/laid on the couch, which faced directly out the window with no obstructions. He could see right down my long, muscular legs. I had my legs together, then moved one a bit to the left, exposing my pussy to him. I moved my left hand down and stroked from my inner thigh, up, up, up until my fingers slid through my bush. I looked over and saw he had sat on his couch also, but was still using the binoculars. Our condo's weren't THAT far apart. He didn't really need binoculars to see me. Those big lenses must zoom in enough to show my individual pussy hairs, full-size, like he was standing next to me, with his hand pressed against my prize. As I stroked myself, I imagined it was him doing the stroking.

I felt his finger push into my pussy crack, sliding on the wetness (this was REALLY turning me on), past my clit, down to my silky-soft warm opening. I gasped a little as I slid one finger up inside me, as I rubbed I breast with my other hand, fantasizing about his soft sensuous hungry touch.

When I opened my eyes to see his reaction, I could see he had opened his pants and had one hand inside them, moving slowly up and down. "Ah, I've got you sucker! I'm going to reel you in like the catch of the day" I purred as I spread my legs wide to show all the pinkness of my cunt.

When I looked over at my 'fan', he had stood up, removed his pants and underwear and was standing, stroking a HUGE cock. And I mean HUGE! I had never seen anyone SO well endowed. Why he was ogling me and not fucking some hot super-model was beyond me. But, I was flattered he found me worthy of his attention.

At this point I was fully committed to finishing the job I had started, so I returned to the master BR, retrieved my biggest, most realistic cock/vibrator, then skipped back out to the couch to put it to good use. As it hummed along, I rubbed it along my clit for a bit before plunging it deep into my pussy, all the while imagining Mr Creepo fucking me with that huge, delicious-looking fuck-tool. When I looked up above my erect tits, what I saw stopped me in my masturbatory tracks.

He was no longer alone. He had this 5' 10" blonde bent over the couch and was banging her from behind. I could see she was ABSOLUTELY enjoying this. I could almost hear her cries of ecstasy from MY couch. I stopped my activities and moved closer to the glass to watch this sexy movie. When I did, he looked up and directly at me, while he continued to shove his cock deep into her hot pussy hole, rabbit-fast.

Suddenly, he pulled out of her, turned her around and pushed her down to kneel at his feet. She instantly grabbed his huge cock, started licking her pussy juices all up and down the throbbing shaft, then took the entire cock head into her soft eager mouth. She had CLEARLY done this before and approached her work with gusto. He tilted his head back and drove into her deeply as he quickly came and shot load after load deep into the back of her throat, while she swallowed loudly (I know this from the porn I've watched. Swallowing is ALWAYS loudly).

When he had finished (being ever the gentleman) he moved her up onto the couch with her ass facing him (and me) and buried his face in her pussy. He worked her there for a full 5 minutes before she obviously orgasmed and pushed his face away. Wow, this guy is pretty good, I thought. I imagined his face sucking on MY pussy. Oooooh, yeah!

Even from this distance, I could see her steaming pussy glisten with cum, both hers and his. I slid my dildo completely into my pussy, turned it up to full speed and ground on it until my cunt said "No more!" and just quit. I couldn't cum. No matter what I tried. And I tried a LOT. For some reason, it wasn't happening tonight. So, I stood up, threw him the finger across the way, took a quick shower and went to bed. To sleep.

I spent all fay Saturday thinking about what had happened. I was very restless and agitated. I watched some porn, even tried the vibrator a couple of times, but I couldn't get him and his enormous young cock out of my head. I never even got wet using the vibrator. And THAT was a first.

On Sunday, I woke and decided I needed some fresh air and thought I would go for a walk to clear my head.

Lo and behold, I didn't get 20 feet from my building when I ran into HIM, also walking on the street! I literally bumped into him. I dropped my bag and he picked it up. As he handed it to me, he said with a glint in his eye "Hey, don't I know you? I feel like I've seen you somewhere. ALL of you, I mean." I turned a dark shade of red, then decided to just go for it, the whole 9 yards. Or, 9 inches, at least.

"Who was that girl" I shot back at him. I expected him to say "Some hooker. Didn't catch her name". What he said, instead, surprised me.

"Oh, that was my wife, Candy. She wondered what the noise was when I was wanking off, watching YOU wank off. So she came out and decided to help me out. She didn't know about you, of course. It was the best sex we've had in years. She even said so herself. She said "I don't know what's gotten into you, but I like it! You need to do that a LOT more!" So, I guess she wants the two of us to do more. Whatever that means. You got any ideas?" he said precociously.

"Hmm. Really. Well, I don't generally like to fuck married men, but it seems you have a 'get out of jail free' card from your wife and I NEED a really good fuck, so ok. I'm in. Or, actually, I'd like YOU to be in. Me, that is. Seeing you and your wife go at it last night set my body on fire, but I can't seem to get over the edge by myself. And, I feel like with your equipment, you can make that happen, if you put your mind to it. Or, your cock, I guess. By the way, how old are you?" I queried.

"I'm 20. I inherited my dad's fortune when he kicked last year. My wife found me soon after that. I don't think she'll be around too long, once she realizes there's no money for her in this. But, she IS super hot and she LOVES to mess around, so no reason to end this soon. And, she will try absolutely ANYTHING in the sack. Or on the floor, in the shower, on the dining table..."

Twenty? Jeez, I was robbing the cradle here. I was 30, going on 50 it seemed. But, this stud was willing and my pussy was DEFINITELY willing, so what the hell? At this point, I'd fuck a fire hydrant if I could squeeze my twat over it.

"Ok, ok. I get it. She's horny, hot and loves to fuck in every position. Those are hard to find. She's a keeper. I'd work harder to hang onto her. But, first, could we head over to my place? I'm sure your place still reeks of sex. A LOT more than mine does, at least. Probably because there has been NO sex there in over a year. Oh, did I say that out loud?" I quipped sadly.

"Well, I guess we could do that. I was going to go for a coffee but I suppose that could wait a minute."

A minute? Really? Actually, that MIGHT be all it would take, in my condition, I thought to myself.

"Could I ask you to dress up a little for me, though. I love me some hot, lacy underthings. Do you own any? If not, I think Candy has a closetful of new stuff. She goes naked most of the time. It's hard for me to even get her to wear panties to go out to a nice place. And with her super short skirts, all the wait-staff keep getting long peeks at her pussy. They have boners so big, they can't get their work done. Really." he bantered. This guy was a little flakey. But, he had the goods and he did house-calls so he should fill the bill. Or, at least fill the pussy. I was getting wet just considering all of this.

"Yeah, that's unfortunate for you two. I see where that would be such a downer for everyone involved." I threw back, sarcastically. "Yeah, if that's what you want, I can dress up. And, I believe I have just what you need. Let's go."

We walked across to my building and rode to the 12th floor in silence. I don't know what he was thinking about, but I was thinking about that big dong in his pants.

I left him in the living room, making a drink while I powdered my nose. That's what girls say when they leave and go do anything. Except their nose never gets powdered, unless it's a snort of cocaine or something. Not for me though.

I went into my bedroom and quickly stripped. I rummaged through the fuck-me drawer and found what I was looking for near the bottom. I put the whole outfit on, then found a see-through cover-up (why do they call it a 'cover-up' when they don't cover ANYTHING!). It was VERY sheer, but lacy and embroidered and sexy as hell. It really added to the whole look.

I lay across my king bed, arranged myself in a seemingly alluring position and huskily invited "Hey killer. What's a girl gotta do to get a little attention in this joint?"

He appeared at the bedroom door in an instant, two drinks in hand. He gave one to me, then asked in a low voice "Could you stand up and show me the goods? It's not that I think you're a skank or anything. I just love to see a hot woman in hot lingerie."

I took this as a compliment. I set my drink down, slipped out of the bed and stood in front of the window. The light shone through the cover-up, outlining my every curve. I let the sheer cloak drop from my shoulders to the floor, then did a slow 360° turn. He gasped a little as he took everything in.

I was wearing a red bustier, with a garter belt below that, holding up black sheer stockings that came up to 4" below my pussy. I had red lacy crotchless panties on and 5" stiletto heels that could literally kill. My long hair was curled just a bit and swirled against my tits. My nipples, suspended on my perfect 36C tits, were hard as little rocks and pressed out against the sheer bustier fabric as if trying desperately to escape. I tipped one leg out, dragged my hand up along my hip, crossed my crotch, just grazing my trimmed bush and raised it up above my head, then whispered "You like?"

"Uh,.. YEAH, I like. What's not to like? You're a fucking angel in a devil's outfit" he panted.

"Can I help you get more comfortable there, Dick? I don't know your name, but I feel Dick is appropriate, ok?"

"Sure. As long as I can call you Pussy Galore."

I laughed at the James Bond hot-girl reference, then crossed the room and pressed my entire body against his. I ran my hands down his chest, to his pants, unzipped them, and reached inside.

He was definitely ready. I couldn't even get his cock through the zipper opening, so I undid his belt and the top pants button and dropped them to the floor. He hopped around and pulled his underwear off, almost falling down in the process. I laughed at his little antics then laid back on the bed with my legs hanging off the edge, my thighs spread, everything I had, looking right at him from my crotchless panties.

"I believe you know what I want you to do with this, right Dick?" I said in my sexiest voice. (Hell, I don't have a 'sexiest voice' but EVERYTHING is sexy when said to a horny man, while wearing crotchless underwear. It's kind of a 'Get-in-Free' ticket to his pants.)

"I hope you know what you're doing Dick. I need your best here." I cooed.

He didn't need additional urging. In one second, his face was planted against my wet pussy, his tongue lapping at my clit like a thirsty dog. At first he was all over the place, and I thought "REALLY? THIS is what got hot little Candy off? You gotta do better than this, Dude!" His tongue was up and down my pussy crack, in my pussy hole, licking my belly button, all over; but then he settled in around my clit, sucking it into his soft mouth, flicking it with his tongue at a steady, heat-inducing pace. I crossed my legs around his head and pulled his hair, directing his movements to meet my needs and desires. And, he did meet them. All of them. I came like a cowboy after a very long trail ride, in town with the first hooker he could find. I bucked against his face, rotated my hips, and ground down against his flickering tongue. I moaned and groaned and even yelped a little, which I don't usually do. Ooooh, THAT felt so GOOD!

After a few minutes, as my body and my brain settled back down, I looked down to his crotch and I could see he hadn't cum (no stain on the bed or carpet, and still a huge, bobbing erection), so I thought, hell, may as well go for round 2 (for me) and give him some of the good stuff. I moved back onto the bed, turned over onto my stomach and said "Ride 'em, cowboy!"

He said "Yee hah!" and hopped up onto the bed. He landed between my spread legs and slid his oozing cock along my ass-crack. My desire quickly returned (had it ever really left?) as he slid up and down my ass. Then, I reached behind me, found his enormous cock, and directed it down between my legs against my hot cunt-box. As loose as I was at this point, the head popped in easily and he started to push forward. I felt the throbbing cock slide in, inch after hot inch. I couldn't help but moan as he violated my pussy with his enormous cock. God, he was BIG! I felt like I had inserted a large cucumber in my twat. Now, I don't know what a cucumber would feel like, but this one felt AMAZING!

I lay flat on the bed while he started sliding in and back against my ass cheeks, his balls kissing them at the end of each long, slow stroke.

After a few minutes of this, when I could tell he was nearly there, I pushed up and onto my knees while he knelt behind me, now rapidly dog-fucking me. He reached below me and pinched my tits and nipples as I reached between my legs and gripped his cock, pulling it into me, giving him a hand-job while he fucked me. It was amazingly hot!

We both climaxed at the same time. I don't know whether he had a bigger load of cum or I did. When his flaccid cock pulled out of me, our cum dripped out of my hot pussy, making a puddle on the sheets. He ran his finger through it, rubbed my nipples with it, then moved it to his mouth, to smell and taste it. I just wanted to fuck his face again but we were both spent.

I lay on the bed while he put his clothes on. As he walked out of my bedroom, he turned and said with a boy-ish grin "Same time next week?"

I thought about that for only a second, then shot back: "Sure. But next time, YOU dress up. I don't have anything sexier than this."

"Sounds good. I'll look through my wife's closet" he tossed back.

I smiled and lay on the bed for a while, basking in my hypnotic post-orgasmic glow, then stood up and headed for the shower.

Late that evening I happened to look out the window, towards Dick's place. There he was, buck-naked, fucking his hot wife on the dining room table! He turned his head, looked directly at me, and raised both his arms, tilting his hands, as if to say: "What? She wanted to fuck again. What was I supposed to do?"

I shook my head. "That kid is a fucking stud. I hope I can keep up with him." I thought to myself. Oh, well, I would sure give it the old college try.

I had an idea so I moved over closer to the window, stood tall and pulled my tank top up and over my head. It was still the weekend so I wasn't wearing a bra. I raised my hands over my head and stretched, which pulled my tits way up firm and high, just like the Bob Seder song. Then, I slowly dropped them down, put a finger in each side of my tiny lacey panties, wiggled my hips and let them drop to the floor. I spread my legs apart a bit and dropped one hand down to my pussy triangle. As I did this, I stared back at him and I could see he was closely watching my every move. I slipped one finger along my wet slot then raised it up to my face. I sniffed the musky aroma, then held my hand out and flipped him the bird. "Think of THIS while you fuck Candy's brains out!" I spat at him, then I jerked the drapes fully closed; no more show tonight, Dickie boy.

I padded off to the closet to find fresh panties and get to bed. I had to work tomorrow. Fuck me.