Joe confirmed that their neighbour from across the building did indeed seem to be going about her evening completely in the nude. She wasn't doing anything special. She looked as though she were tidying up, or maybe folding laundry. She just so happened to be doing it in the nude.
"Do you think we should let her know we can see her?" Jenny had asked, mortified.
"Don't you think that would just embarrass her? Not to mention us?" Joe had replied.
That was when Jenny noticed that Joe's idle curiosity seemed to be a little less idle than hers. He had all but abandoned the movie, and was spending most of his time looking at their blonde neighbour. Jenny wanted to be angry. Maybe slap his face, like she'd seen angry wives do in the movies. But she was too shocked.
In truth, Jenny had a hard time not looking herself. Their neighbour was a statuesque blonde, with features that were somewhere between All American and Scandinavian. Her physique was slim and firm, which Jenny would soon find out was from a lot of naked yoga and regular trips to the gym (presumably not naked). She had breasts that were large, but high and firm. She had once asked Joe what he thought of those breasts, and he answered simply by saying, "They're fake." Jenny didn't think she had ever seen a pair of fake breasts before, although if she had, she probably wouldn't know. All she knew was that the pair on her blonde neighbour were large, high and firm. A killer combination.
Jenny, tried to resist the urge to compare herself to the blonde across the courtyard. Unfortunately, she failed. She was the blonde's opposite in so many ways. Brunette. Petite. Far from a striking blonde goddess, she thought of herself more as girl next door cute. She wasn't exactly insecure, but she had never been overly confident with her looks. Joe seemed to like her body. Still, she couldn't blame him for looking at the blonde who shamelessly exposed herself. That didn't mean that she was going to let him do it. The first chance she got, she shot Joe a look that, while it may not have been a slap, conveyed a very clear message.
Joe, embarrassed, brought his attention back to the television. That first night that they saw their neighbour, after they'd seen the movie and moved to the bedroom, Joe had been more eager than usual. They had had one of the most passionate sessions of love making that Jenny could remember. It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out that the blonde had gotten Joe's engine started. At first, Jenny felt jealous. But, slowly, a strange thought had begun to emerge. Joe wasn't the only one who had been more passionate that night. She too, found herself craving his touch more than normal. Could it be that spying on their neighbour might have gotten her excited as well?
Eventually, she made her peace, and Jenny and Joe learned to live with the idea that there was a gorgeous creature that lived a few yards away, across a courtyard, that on occasion, enjoyed parading around her home completely naked.
As far as Jenny knew, the blonde had no idea that they could see her, although, all she had to do was look out her window and look into other people's homes to get a sense of just how easily they could do the same to her. So, perhaps she knew that others could see her and just didn't care? That thought unnerved Jenny. How could she let complete strangers see her naked?
Jenny returned to the present moment, and went to sip her wine, only to find her glass empty.
The scene in front of her was a new one. The blonde was naked in her living room, which was not unusual, but this time, she was not alone. She was with a man.
The man was tall and muscular, with sandy coloured hair. His shoulders and chest were broad, and his arms well muscled. His stomach was washboard toned. She knew all this, because the man was standing in nothing but his boxer briefs. A pair of white briefs that did little to conceal the contour of a prominent package, before ending on top of legs that could have belonged to a statue.
The man looked like he was picked out of the same perfect gene pool as the blonde. They could have been related. Except that if they were related, what they were doing was very, very inappropriate.
The man was holding the woman, and they were exchanging a kiss that was generating enough heat that Jenny needed to fan herself from the other side of the building.
As the two kissed, their hands began to roam.
Jenny knew she should turn away, close her blinds, give these two some privacy, but whether it was the wine, or the fact that she'd barely seen Joe in weeks, she couldn't remove herself from the scene playing out in front of her.
As the man's hands moved across the blonde's body, she shifted to give him access to those incredible breasts. He ran his hands over them, and even from this distance, Jenny could see the blonde shiver a bit. Apparently, Jenny noted, fake or not, those breasts were still sensitive.
As the blonde's hands moved across the man's body, she felt every single chiseled edge from his shoulders to his toned back, until her hands were resting on his firm buttocks. The blonde squeezed, but her fingers barely made an imprint on the man's boxer briefs.
That ass must be like a rock, Jenny thought.
Jenny realized that her breathing had quickened and she was feeling excited. She thought she should maybe go refill her wine glass, but she didn't want to leave the scene at the window, either, even though she knew perfectly well that she should. The woman's hands continued to caress the man's ass. Their heads moved from side to side, as they explored each other's mouths with their tongues. The man moved his attention from the woman's mouth to her neck, which caused her mouth to drop open, and her fingers to clench on his behind.
She moved her fingers up his ass until they were hooked into the waistband of his boxer briefs.
Jenny's breathing was now ragged. Her stomach was fluttering, and she was unconsciously rubbing her legs together. The blonde's fingers teased along the top of the man's waistband. Jenny was biting her lip now. She wanted to scream, "just fucking do it already." But she didn't.
Finally, the blonde bent her knees, and now in her lower position, she pulled down on the boxer briefs. From across the courtyard, Jenny watched as the man's cock bounced free of its cage and popped up and hit the woman in the chin. This appeared to amuse the blonde, because she was smiling and laughing. Jenny for her part was not laughing. From this far away it was impossible to say just how big the man's penis was, but she could tell it was impressive. Bigger than Joe's, and Joe was the biggest she had ever seen. The sight of the large cock was driving Jenny crazy. Without realizing it, her left hand was between her legs, rubbing the fabric of her yoga pants. When she realized what she was doing, she immediately pulled her hand away.
What was she doing? It was bad enough she was violating these people's privacy, she wasn't about to start masturbating to them while she was at it! Wine. That was the answer. She would go fetch herself a glass of wine to change her thoughts. Jenny moved quickly to the kitchen and poured herself another glass. Her pour was sloppier than usual. Some went over the edge of the glass. She took a quick gulp, hoping that it would calm her nerves. A little dribbled over her chin but she quickly caught it and scooped it up and then sucked her finger. For some reason, that action brought the flutter back in her stomach, and the tingling between her legs.
She turned around to look back towards the window, half hoping the couple would have moved to the bedroom where the blinds were closed. When she saw that they hadn't a small groan escaped from her lips. She needed to end this, but instead of moving away, she found herself walking back towards the window, glass of wine in hand.
The couple across the courtyard had rearranged themselves. The man now had his back to her, so she got a perfect view of his sculpted back and his perfect ass. As she expected, that ass was so tight that there was no bounce to it whatsoever. The blonde was almost completely hidden from her view behind the man's massive build, except for her hands that were holding on to the back of his thighs for support.
Even though the man was mostly blocking the blonde from view, it was clear, even from this vantage, what was happening. The blonde was now in a squatting position, and based on the way her arms were moving across the back of the man's thighs, Jenny could guess that she was bobbing back and forth on that monstrous cock.
Jenny took another sip of her wine, as her left hand found its way back in between her legs. The sight was more than she could take now, and the rational part of her brain had stopped telling her to look away. The voice that was saying walk away, was replaced by one screaming silently for the couple across the courtyard to turn to the side a bit, so that she could get a better view of the action. As it was, she was already getting a view of the naked behind of one of the finest male specimens she had ever seen. Still, part of her longed to see the blonde inhaling her partner.
A small voice in the back of Jenny's mind emitted a gasp. What was she doing? What was she thinking? This wasn't right! That voice, however, was very small and very faint, and Jenny could barely hear it, never mind listen to it.
The spot that Jenny was touching with her left fingers was no longer just warm. It was starting to feel moist, even through her panties and yoga pants. Could she really be that wet? Curious, she moved her hand from its spot outside the yoga pants to get a better feel inside those same pants. Sure enough, her panties were sopping. At the feel of her own pussy juice, Jenny's knees went weak, and she almost spilled red wine all over her carpet. She caught herself just in time.
She couldn't keep standing there, with one hand down her pants, and the other clutching a glass of wine. She looked around the room, then moved without thinking. She set her wine down on the end table by the couch and grabbed the recliner that faced the television and spun it around. Normally that recliner would have required some effort for her to move, but with the adrenaline pumping through her, she had no problem pulling it over to the window and spinning it around.
Grabbing her glass of wine, she collapsed into the recliner, one leg hooked over an arm rest, while the other dragged along the floor. She took a sip of her wine, now in her left hand, so she could sneak her right hand, her dominant hand, into the waist of her yoga pants. The feeling of the wetness made her knees tremble again, but in her new position, that didn't matter. She was at no risk of falling over.
Jenny rarely masturbated. It wasn't that she thought it was wrong. Well, maybe she did a bit. But really, it was because she had never really felt the urge. Joe satisfied her, and then some. She had no need to pleasure herself. Or so she thought. The scene in the other condo was unfolding as she had hoped. The blonde was still in her position with her hands grasping the man's thighs as her head sawed back and forth, but the man's head was now tilted backwards. Jenny could hear in her mind the sounds of him groaning and the slurping of her sucking his erection.
The man moved his right hand to the blonde's head. He was moving her had in a rhythm now that he timed with thrusts of his hips. He was no longer receiving a blowjob. He was fucking her face. Jenny's fingers on her right hand were now moving up and down her warm divide, separated only by her soaking wet panties. Watching the man fuck the blonde's mouth, she took another quick sip of her red wine and then placed it on the end table to free up both her hands. Her yoga pants were restricting her movements now. Without thinking, she peeled them off leaving her only her panties and tank top. With more room to maneuver, her right hand started moving like a blur over the front of her sopping underwear. Her breath, already ragged, was now coming in small quick succession.
The man stopped rocking his hips. He brought his left hand in front of him, and with both hands lifted his partner to her feet, locking her in a long kiss, exploring the mouth that had just been wrapped around his cock with his tongue. As the couple kissed, they turned slightly so that now Jenny had a profile view of them. The man's erection was now pinned upwards between him and his partner's stomach. The combination of difference in height between the two, and his length made it so that the tip of his cock was almost touching the underside of the blonde's spectacular boobs.
Jenny imagined having that giant cock pressed against her, and quickly brought her hand away from the front of her soaked panties, and instead plunged it inside them. Her juices were flowing. If she were able to take a deep breath, she was sure she would be smelling nothing but the smell of her own sex in the condo.
The blonde took the man's hand and sank back down. This time, she didn't stop in a squatting position. She positioned herself on her back, her knees bent, and legs spread. The sight of the blonde in that position alone was one of the sexiest things that Jenny had ever seen, but the addition of watching the man sink to his own knees, and assume the position between those knees was electrifying. Jenny drove her middle finger into her wet pussy now, and muffled a moan.
