She could see into to his apartment from hers, both on the fifth floor opposite each other separated only by the courtyard. She knew him quite well, watched him often. She knew his routine, what he ate, drank. How he fucked. He liked to be in charge. He was aggressive, arrogant. Just once she wished that someone would put him in his place, shatter his precious control.
She stood, like a sentry, watching him. Hidden from his sight by the long drapes on her window.
She could see him clearly...laying back on his bed, nothing covering his body. Sliding her gaze from his head to his toes, over his broad shoulders, muscled chest, taking in the dense hair covering his body, following the line with her eyes, down between his legs.
His cock was half-hard, smooth and beautiful. She could see it very well in the glow from his television. He reached down and gripped himself tight in his hand. She drew in her breath as he parted his legs, bending one at the knee as he began to stroke. She could see him harden, grow even larger with each thrust as his hand moved faster over his cock. His hips lifting slightly. His chest rising and falling. She wondered what he was thinking about, what made him want to pleasure himself right then. Was it something on the TV? or did he know?....Had he seen her watching him?....did that excite him?
She'd seen him many times in passing and he'd never so much as looked twice at her. She dismissed her thoughts with a sigh and continued to stare as he rubbed his cock. Squeezing her own small hand into a fist, she wished it were her hands on his body, her mouth giving him satisfaction. Licking her lips, her thoughts aroused her more. She felt that familiar tingle between her legs.
She groaned, almost in pain. Watching him move. His hips thrusting. Seeing the hungry look on his face. Wondering again what he would feel like between her thighs, his cock thrusting into her sex. How his expression would change as she ran her tongue over his length. She wanted to taste him. Smell him. Run her hands over his body as his muscles flexed, as his cock surged in and out of her. Feel his body pressed against hers. His tongue moving up the inside of her thigh, then flicking it over her clit.
She could almost see the pre-cum appearing at the end of his cock. Almost smell his arousal in the air. His hand sliding faster and faster, she couldn't tear her eyes away as she reached down into her now soaking wet pussy and started to pleasure herself.
Spreading her legs wide, she moved closer to the window. Slipping 2 fingers into herself, her thumb rubbing against her clit. The smell of her own excitement all around her, she knew he was going to cum. She wanted to feel it on her body, the hot liquid splashing against her flesh.