I'm twenty four and I've been told that I'm quite precocious. My folks each graduated at sixteen from high school and met in their senior year in college. They say that I'm smarter than they were. But, they kept me with my age group to develop socially. I did. I'm unusually non-judgmental, happy and outgoing. I like people and most of them like me. I've always enjoyed being in a crowd, but I can be a loner and not get lonesome, too.
I told my folks that I didn't want to go to college right away after graduation from high school. I wanted to get out in the world first. I worked waiting tables for almost a year after I graduated and I met a lot of nice people. It was simple work, asking if appetizers or drinks were wanted, taking orders, checking back at least once during a meal, delivering the dishes to their table, asking about dessert, and finally presenting a check. People liked me and gave me good tips, but I wasn't really as happy as I might have been.
I didn't have, or need a steady boyfriend. I didn't actually play the field, but enjoyed male company when I wanted it. I've had sex, and I love sex. All kinds... almost. But I try to limit partnered sex to about once or twice a month when I'm really feeling horny. I can call one of my friends and he'll usually drop what he's doing and make it right over. I enjoy a man's body, but demand that he satisfy my immediate needs first, every time. If he won't then I won't -- it's that simple. But if he does and is any good to me, then I guaranty to send him away happy afterwards.
When I was tired of waiting tables, I looked for a real job and was lucky enough to find a great one. I applied, and was hired. They trained me as an assembler. It would just make the story longer if I explain what I did, so just know that it was fun and I worked hard. I got good at it.
I said that I like people, and I do. However, at work I enjoyed keeping my mouth shut and stayed busy while other gals talked through their shifts. I listened and learned a lot. Those gals talked intimately about everything between themselves. They flirted with every guy around, and there was one gal that I'll describe for you in a moment.
I was so good that they promoted me to lead person at age twenty. I was the youngest lead that they'd ever promoted. I had about ten people working under me. I made sure they had what they needed and that they stayed busy. Talking was okay as long as their hands were busy. At twenty-two they promoted me again -- to supervisor of seven other lead persons. The pay was excellent and I could work as much as I wanted.
Then I found out that the company had a work-study plan where I could work half-shifts and they would pay me for the full eight and give me time off to attend school. When I applied for the program, I was asked if I preferred morning or afternoon shifts. Since I would have to attend some night classes, I opted for the morning schedule. Another older lady supervisor and I each went to school and shared the same job on a fifty percent basis. I worked until noon, and then she finished the shift and worked afternoons.
I'd been living at home, but now I wanted an apartment half-way between school and work. My folks didn't mind and were happy to have me going on to college. The apartment I found was a third floor walkup in an apartment complex. It was laid out in a large U-shape with driveway all around the outside and a large green lawn between legs of the 'U'. The complex was gated and took a card to open the gate. Each apartment had a single assigned parking place in a carport.
The apartments were arranged so that as you entered a walkway from the carport there was an apartment on each side and a stairway straight ahead in back. The arrangement meant a set of stairs for every six apartments -- two on each floor. Because the place only had three stories, it made mine at the top, but the stairway continued to the roof where there was a large sundeck shared by the six apartments. Each section of the sunroof had a high wall built to give privacy from the sundecks of other apartment groups.
So at twenty two, I was a supervisor at work working half-time and getting paid for full time provided my grades stayed above a 'C'. That was no problem because I aced my classes. In the final semester of my sophomore year I took an elective class in astronomy and worked as a faculty assistant at night. The astronomy professor was a lady and we got along fine. We got along more than fine because we used to confide in each other. I was expected to make sure everything was setup for lectures and labs and it was fun.
I learned a lot in that class and some of what I learned from my professor was about human relationships and sex. When my folks found out that I was going to school they started sending me money. I told them about work and that I didn't need the money, but they sent it anyway. They both worked and were the only couple that I'd ever met that was truly in love with each other. I was the only child and my life at home was always truly wonderful.
Another thing Dad sent, when he found out about my astronomy class, was a telescope. Dad always wanted me to go into engineering or one of the sciences and so it wasn't a surprise when the telescope was delivered. I even used it. At night I would dress in men's clothing with a can of pepper spray in one pocket and this loud alarm thing in my other. If I pulled the cord away then the alarm thing would start screaming with a loud warble. There was no way to turn it off without putting the cord back in and fitting the little key that was attached to it. If I threw the cord away it would screech for over an hour. These were my protection up on the roof.
I carried the telescope up on the roof almost every night throughout that class. Working, school, and assisting didn't leave a lot of time, but I managed to plan my work so that even thirty minutes was substantially rewarding. I saw planets and comets and distant stars and could identify the larger ones by sight. When the class ended I left the telescope set up inside the apartment by the door to the balcony. Each apartment had its own balcony.
The balconies were strange. As you entered from the living room, there was an extension out from the building like a short wall that provided privacy from either side. However, on the left side the wall extended halfway along the courtyard. This meant that outside items could be on the balcony and not readily be seen by someone across the way on the other side of the courtyard. It also meant you could sit outside in the sun on a warm day, or move into the shade. On the other side of the courtyard I could see onto the balconies of apartment to my right, and in a few apartments I could actually see into the living room.
My story actually begins here because as I got up from my computer one evening and walked to the sliding glass door of the balcony I noticed only one light on in an apartment across the courtyard. I was momentarily caught by the bright light streaming from that living room. The apartment was actually on the second floor and as I stared from perhaps two hundred feet away I noticed someone sitting at a glowing screen.
After a few minutes, I got the telescope still mounted to its tripod and pointed it across the way. The image was magnified completely out of any proportion. The telescope had an inverting lens in the original box and a way to decrease the magnifying power. Astronomical telescopes invert the image but who even cares because there isn't a ground reference anyway. The inverting lens converted it to a terrestrial telescope and when I installed it and decreased the power of the lens I could see quite clearly.
There was a man sitting at a computer and his room was arranged almost identically to my own but facing the opposite direction. He was sitting in a swivel chair that had no arms and he was apparently left-handed because he was facing toward the courtyard with a keyboard in his lap and a mouse at his left hand. His feet were up on a desk drawer and the image filled the large screen of my telescope. Now I noticed more.
He was looking at a website where his monitor constantly changed showing nude girls and those girls were doing some very wild things. As I viewed the screen, I noticed a movement at the left of the lens and looked to see that he was sitting in white briefs and was opening the slit and removing his cock. As he watched he grabbed his cock in his right hand. And then he was stroking his cock. He stopped, stood up and pushed the briefs down to his knees and then he returned to what he'd been doing. I had always wanted to see a man stroke, but never had. My professor had told me stories where she used to ask a man to masturbate for her and she was aroused by it every time. That may have been where my curiosity first started.
The professor had told me that sometimes the guy wanted to watch her, too. Sometimes they even stopped what they were doing or just one of them did and helped the partner to climax. The image was graphic in my mind, and I really had wanted the experience. Now I was having it. I was watching a man that didn't know I was there while he did it. I watched his hand and his cock. I could even see his balls moving. I glanced away to his face. Can you believe that I hadn't even looked at his face yet? He was concentrating on the screen and what he was doing, but he was kind of handsome to me.
The screen changed and this buxom brunette came on the screen and started touching herself after she'd removed all of her clothes. I could see him getting excited and the stroking became more rapid. He was squirming all over in his chair and really working that thing when all of a sudden I saw him stop and tighten up. He unloaded right then all over his leg. I watched the pale streams coming out in spurts and couldn't take my eyes off his working cock. Without realizing it my hand had gone to my own crotch and I too climaxed. My panties were warm and soaked as I watched.
After a moment I saw him relaxing and then he reached for a box of tissue on the table with the computer and casually wiped himself. He tossed the tissue onto the desk, but didn't pull up his briefs. His cock was flaccid now and looked to be quite nice sized as it retracted. I could see everything up close almost as if I were sitting next to him. I was fascinated by his head, well both heads actually, but I was watching the one he'd just been fondling. It was smooth and he'd been circumcised. His balls sat on top of his legs in the crease formed that when he'd crossed them.
