As Meir walked across his small apartment and sat in the chair by the window he thought about innocence and intent. It was something he had talked about at length with his friends at work and now, by himself, he began to question his own understanding of right and wrong. Reaching for his binoculars and focusing them on the naked man in a bedroom in the building across the street, he asked himself if this was right.
When he spotted the naked woman climb onto the bed and spread her legs, he focused the binoculars and looked more closely. She was thin, with small breasts, a tight stomach and an intriguing black curly patch of pubic hair. Meir reached down and unfastened his pants as he watched the man crawl over to the woman and begin kissing her breasts. All thought of right or wrong evaporated from Meir's mind as he watched the man's fingers wind their way through the curls of her pubic hair, down through the pink curved lips and disappear into her pussy.
He had watched them before on numerous occasions. It was his own private pornographic show, only this was better than porn. Yeah, he missed the close ups, he thought while noticing the woman's fingers wrap around her lover's cock, but this was real, not some silicone enhanced, airbrushed actors pretending to enjoy sex. No, this was unabashed, unadorned passion.
