I felt a tingle in my pussy as I noticed the size of his cock, his hand sliding in long, slow strokes. I told myself it must just look bigger from a distance, or from this angle. But curiosity had my attention wrapt. I watched as he leaned forward, bracing himself with his free hand against the side of the window, not taking his eyes off of me, the hand on his cock moving faster. Then he nodded at me, and somehow I knew what he was trying to communicate; what he wanted. It caused a pulsing, throbbing sensation between my legs.
Without letting myself overthink it, I slid my hand down to resume touching myself too, stepping out to the side with my right foot, spreading my legs slightly. I rubbed my middle fingers over my pussy, along my lips and up to my clit.
Chris' expression changed, his eyebrows furrowing, mouth gaping open. I could tell how turned on he was, dark pink circles on his cheeks, his chest heaving.
Seeing his reactions only spurred me on further. I lifted my left leg and rested my foot on the windowsill, slipping my fingers further back and then up into my pussy. My left hand came to my chest, rubbing my breasts and my hard nipples as they tingled.
Chris' body arched over suddenly, his hand moving faster on his cock. He looked to be making some groaning or grunting sounds, his lips moving to form curses.
I wanted to hear that, to hear his moans. An image flashed into my mind, of Chris hovering over me, red-faced, grunting and cursing as he fucked me, getting ready to cum inside me. Suddenly I was writhing too, my hand moving to the windowpane to brace myself as my back arched, my hips grinding on my hand as I fucked myself with my fingers, my palm pressed against my clit and rubbing.
Chris' hand moved almost violently on his cock as he watched me. I knew he was about to cum. And I was about to watch. He stood up straighter, changing to long strokes on his cock, from his base to the head and back. Then his hand slowed, and I saw the first shot of his cum stream out, hitting the inside of his closed window. He continued to rub out spurt after spurt, coating an impressive section of the window.
When he finally finished cumming, Chris stood with his cock in his hand, breathing hard. I finally raised my eyes back to his face to find him smiling over, then nodding at me again and mouthing the words, "Your turn."
I felt myself smiling a big, silly grin, still reeling from the intensity of the moment we were sharing, and from the mess I just watched him make on his window. I slid my fingers out of my pussy and up to my clit, rubbing fast up and down over it. I was close. So close, after getting turned on with Mark on the phone and now watching Chris.
But then there was a nagging voice in my mind that gave me pause as I thought about Mark, wondering how he would feel about me sharing this experience with my voyeuristic neighbor. Still, I couldn't deny that I wanted to keep going, and tried to come up with an excuse to go for it: Mark told me to keep myself ready for him. He always tells me he likes that I keep my curtains open; he must want something like this to happen. Besides, Chris had likely been watching me for a while already... there wasn't much of a point in being shy about it now.
Chris was watching me intently and still stroking his cock, which appeared to be staying quite hard. I watched as he turned to pull up a chair, glimpsing his cock from the side, my eyes widening as I noted he looked even bigger from that angle. I estimated he had to be at least 8 inches, probably closer to 9. My pussy throbbed as I imagined what it would feel like to have him buried deep inside me; and how much of him I'd be able to take down my throat.
Rather than sitting down in the chair he'd pulled up, Chris only gestured to it, looking back at me. I guessed he wanted me to sit. He used some hand gestures to help convey his message as he mouthed another message to me, which I pieced together to be, "I want to see your pussy."
I smiled, shaking my head at him and rolling my eyes. But I also pulled my desk chair over, right up to the window. I sat and propped both of my feet up on the window ledge, giving him the best view possible from this distance.
Chris' smile widened as he gave me a thumbs up and a wink.
I laughed, then resumed rubbing my clit and massaging my breasts.
He looked down at his cock, then moved a little again, leaning towards what appeared to be a desk or dresser. I saw him squirt some lotion into his hand, then he wrapped it around his still-hard cock, slowly moving up and down, then gradually stroking faster.
Seeing Chris lube up his cock like that, I knew he was preparing to make himself cum again. Fuck. My eyebrows furrowed, my head rolling back against my chair as my hand moved faster over my clit. I rubbed frantically, imagining Chris filling my pussy with shot after shot of cum and then staying hard to continue fucking me. Behind me, thrusting hard, his big, thick cock slamming into me, so deep. My ass up in the air, face down on the mattress, reaching back to rub my clit and cumming over and over as he fucked me hard, not letting up. Hands squeezing and slapping my ass, dragging me on and off of him.
I forced myself to open my eyes and look back over before letting go and cumming. Chris' hand was moving over the full length of his cock now, rolling over the head and twisting his hand as he jacked himself off. His eyebrows furrowed again, and he was biting his bottom lip. I knew he was close again, watching me get myself off. He nodded at me and mouthed something else. Just a single word this time. I knew he was telling me to cum, holding out on cumming again himself, waiting to watch me. Just as he'd evidently been watching me for some time now.
I thought about how many times Chris may have seen me cum already. And how many times he might've cum as he watched the show I didn't know I was putting on for him. It turned me on so much more than I would've thought. It was enough to put me over the edge. My fingers pressed harder onto my clit, rubbing faster yet as I felt the release I needed. My thighs shook, my head rolled back as my body writhed in the chair, my feet arched and pressed against the windowsill, toes curling. I came hard and kept cumming, my thighs squeezing together as my pussy continued to clench.
I struggled to keep my eyes open and on Chris. He started cumming again as soon as I did, several more ropes of cum shooting onto another section of his window. Watching him cum like that extended my orgasm. I kept rubbing and watching, imagining what it would feel like to have his dick pulsing, shooting cum inside of me like that. Fuck.
I didn't move or even sit up in the chair right away, allowing myself a few moments to revel in the aftermath of that intense orgasm. Chris seemed to do the same thing, still propping himself up with an arm against the window frame and gently stroking near the head of his cock with a few fingertips. I was still breathing hard as I watched. As much as I'd like to tell myself that what just happened was relatively innocent and not something I should feel nervous to tell Mark, the moment felt intimate as Chris and I came down together, still watching each other through our windows.
Chris moved first, cleaning up his mess. I watched as he picked up a spray bottle of what looked like Windex and some paper towels from the dresser/desk next to his window and set to work wiping up all the cum streaking down his window. I couldn't help laughing, guessing that it was probably his usual process. He already had his little clean-up kit set up nearby; it was more evidence that he'd been watching me masturbate, and watching Mark and I fucking, for some time now.
With that thought, I finally got up, too. I stepped away from the window to get my robe, which hung from a hook over the closet door. Then I put it on and tied it around my waist as I walked back over to my bed to retrieve my phone. I found that I'd missed a few texts from Mark, starting about 15 minutes earlier.
Mark: Meeting ended early :)
Mark: Heading out now
Mark: Did you make yourself cum? How close are you?
Gauging the time since Mark's last message, I guessed he might be close by already. My nerves ramped up. I felt uneasy about what had just happened, knowing Mark's reaction could go either way. It didn't seem like a good idea to send it as a text, but I knew that he'd just ask again as soon as he arrived if I said nothing.
Sam: Just came once... Couldn't quite wait ;)
As I contemplated how I might tell Mark about what happened, I turned back toward the window and noticed Chris motioning to me again. He was trying to tell me something with a combination of mouthed words and hand gestures. First, he pointed to me while mouthing the word "You," then he pointed to himself ("Me"), then he pointed down to the street, using two fingers to mimic a walking motion. I had to smile at the effort he was putting into the hilariously archaic form of communicating. But in response, I shook my head no, pointing to my phone.
Chris seemed to put it together that Mark was on his way over and nodded slowly, smirking.
I blushed again as I smiled back. Then, I forced myself to step away from the window, waving a quick goodbye to Chris before going to the kitchen to get myself something to drink.
I'd set out for a glass of water, but then realized I was in the mood for something stronger. So, I got out the vodka and orange juice and mixed myself a fairly strong screwdriver. Then I thought twice before putting the vodka back away and poured myself a double shot on the side for good measure.
I couldn't get the image of Chris cumming on his window out of my mind. When I closed my eyes, there was a sudden flash of cum erupting from his cock. My pussy clenched as I imagined it, remembering how hard Chris came. The mess he made on the window, twice. I was throbbing and wanting more. More than just my own fingers in my pussy.
