The Sweetest Taboo

The Sweetest Taboo by OlympusMons90

Turning the lights on as I enter my new apartment, it's a Monday evening and my first day in my new job is finally over.

My name is Eric Robertson, and I'm a 48yo divorced dad with two kids, although they're not really kids anymore. My eldest Ainsley is now twenty-four, and my youngest Sarah is twenty-two. They both still live back in Hartford, Connecticut which is where I'm from too. I was born there, schooled there, went to college and got married there. Most of my working career was in Hartford too, as well as buying a family home and raising our two kids with my wife as well. I also got divorced there, some eight years ago now.

My now ex-wife told me one day that she was no longer happy in our marriage, that she needed to 'find' herself. That was just her way of saying that she wanted to go out and fuck some other guys who she thought would be better than me. And that wasn't hard for her to do, not just because she was still attractive and had kept in shape for her being a 38yo mother of two at the time, but because I hadn't done the same.

I was working at the time as the Senior Insurance Broker for a large US company that is headquartered in Hartford. I had several promotions during my time there, but with each one came longer hours sitting behind a desk or traveling across the country. The extra stress and lack of exercise meant that my previously fit 5'11 frame had become somewhat pudgy over time as I grew older and hit the big forty.

That's when my wife Rebecca decided she'd had enough and wanted someone new in her life, so I had to move out of the family home while her new boyfriend moved in. To say I was pissed about the situation is an understatement, but there was little I could do about it. I was stuck with child support and alimony, while renting out a small apartment in downtown Hartford, diving head-first into my work as a way to help get past what had happened.

My two children have since completed high school and gone to college, with my eldest having finished and now works and lives with her boyfriend, still in Hartford. Since the divorce I've also started eating better and doing some exercise too, losing much of the pudginess I had gained. Then a few months back, I was offered a senior management role that was becoming available in our Manhattan office, located in Midtown. I readily accepted the job as a way to start over, to get away from the memories in Hartford that have now become painful for me.

So, here I am, just arriving back in my new apartment on the twentieth floor of a luxury apartment complex in Midtown Manhattan. My first day in the New York office went well, although tiring and long. I pour myself a scotch to help unwind, as I take a seat on my couch which faces towards my floor to ceiling windows, although the view to the outside world could be better.

That's because most of my view is blocked by another high-rise luxury apartment complex that's directly across the street. I can see straight into their kitchens, living rooms, and their bedrooms too if they leave their lights on and curtains open. Most don't however, and I don't blame them.

I realize that they can also see straight into our apartments on this side of the street as well, and good luck to them if they went to watch a middle-aged man drinking his scotch before showering and going to bed.

But as I sit here sipping on my scotch, I begin to watch the people in the apartments across from me that are home with their lights on, busily going about their lives almost as if I'm watching some sort of reality TV show. There's an older couple, two younger couples, a single man, and a single woman too.

My only other hobby in life outside of my work has been as an amateur novelist. I've written several sleuth novels already but have never tried to have any of them published, and probably never will. And that doesn't bother me, I don't write to get published or to make money, I make more than enough money already with my career. No, I write because I enjoy the escape it provides me from my stressful yet mundane life.

I most enjoy creating each of the new characters, their journeys, and their back stories. I often found myself watching people as they went about their daily lives, during my lunch breaks while at work back in Hartford. I would dream up their back stories, and unforeseen dramas in their lives that they were currently experiencing. Who they loved, what hobbies they enjoyed, and what road their lives would take them.

Now I sit here continuing to enjoy my scotch whisky as I start to imagine the stories of those that are living in the building across from me. I'm watching an older couple whose apartment is a couple floors lower from my own, when a light comes on in the apartment directly opposite to mine. That's when I see her, a stunningly beautiful woman who walks into the apartment. She's wearing gym type clothes as she places her gym bag down on the kitchen counter before pouring herself a glass of water.

She looks like she's in her mid to late twenties, she's also reasonably tall at perhaps 5'8 or 5'9 with a lovely olive or tanned complexion. She's clearly fit and has wonderful curves for both her ass and breasts, also having long, black hair that she currently has tied up in a ponytail. From where I'm sitting, I can easily see that her face too is beautiful, that she looks like a supermodel.

As she places the glass down on the kitchen bench, she turns her head to look out of her large window, looking directly across at me. I swear I could see her smile a little at me, before she walked off towards her bathroom. My first thought is wow, what a stunning creature. She's easily the most attractive woman I've ever seen not only in Hartford or now New York, but perhaps anywhere for that matter.

I also need to go change out of my suit and tie, going for my own shower. Once out and just wearing my boxers and a t-shirt, I pour myself another scotch, before putting on some of my favorite jazz music to relax with. As I sit back down on my couch listening to Cole Porter, I again look across to her apartment, her curtains for her bedroom are open and she's standing there naked, as she begins to get dressed. My god, she's even more beautiful than I could've imagined. Her body is absolutely gorgeous, toned, and just simply incredible.

She slips on what appears to be a red evening dress, it goes down just above her knees, with light straps over her shoulders. She then slips on her underwear before bending down to strap on her high heels. As she stands back up to look at herself in the mirror, I think that I can see her looking across at me in the mirror's reflection. As she turns, she again looks over in my direction before giving me a sexy little smile, almost like she's teasing me, before she walks off back towards her bathroom.

I'm a little stunned, this gorgeous creature knows that I'm sitting here watching her, and she doesn't appear to mind one bit. In fact, I'd say that she liked that I was watching her. This has been the strangest encounter with a complete stranger that I have ever experienced.

I then watched as she walked out of her bathroom, collecting her purse and keys from the counter, before exiting her apartment. She didn't look back at me or acknowledge me in any way as she was leaving, but I was happy to have seen this beautiful woman tonight all the same.

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Over the next few days, I spent some long hours at work trying to get across my new job, the existing contracts we manage, along with trying to get to know the staff now working for me. I didn't see the beautiful woman across from me again, maybe she got home before or after I did, I'm not sure.

It's now Thursday night as I get back to my apartment at almost 9pm, taking off my tie before pouring myself a much needed scotch. As I put some more jazz music on and take my seat on the couch, I again look across hoping to see the sensuous and gorgeous woman that I'd seen on Monday night, and this time there are lights on in her apartment.

As I continue to sip on my scotch, I wonder if she's already been home, showered and changed again, have I missed my chance of seeing her once more. I take another sip of my scotch, and then notice her bathroom door being opened before the very naked and beautiful neighbor of mine walks casually into her bedroom, looking into her wardrobe to select her dress for the evening.

As she turns towards her bed and lays the dress across it, she looks up once more at me with that sexy smile of hers. I'm not imagining it, and I'm not sure whether to smile or wave back in acknowledgement, instead I raise my glass and take another sip of my scotch as my eyes are glued to her beauty. Just watching her getting dressed is almost an act of sensuousness, her every move of her body just exudes sex appeal. As she straps her high heels on, she again looks up at me and gives me a cheeky little smile once more, then checking her appearance before again leaving her apartment for the evening.

Once again, I'm left stunned. How is this happening? How is this beautiful woman apparently enjoying the fact that I'm openly watching her, smiling at me as I admire her in all of her naked glory. This is so surreal, it's like I'm dreaming it.

I now can't help but to start imagining a back story for her, who she is, and what life she leads when not at home in her apartment. As a Sade song starts on my jazz playlist, my new neighbor across the street very much reminds me of the beautiful and sultry singer. She even gives off that same type of sensuousness, and even looks somewhat like the young Sade from the 1980's.

Yes, in my little back story for my sensual neighbor across the street, her name is Sade. Sade works at a bookstore during the day wearing large librarian glasses and a formal dress, before coming home to change into something sexy for her real passion, that of a jazz club singer by night. I imagine that she is perhaps from the Spanish quarter of New Orleans, or maybe she's from Spanish Harlem here in New York. That she's smart but also sexually adventurous, sensual in both her music and her love life.

But with the show now over, my back story complete and my scotch finished, I go for my shower before laying out on my couch watching some TV for a while before I'll crash for the night. I must have fallen asleep as I've awakened to a different show on the TV, realizing that it's now well past midnight. I sit up, rubbing my eyes a little and stretching, about to stand when I open my eyes to see my Sade in her apartment, home from her evening outing.

She's sitting in her living room, on her couch which faces towards her large windows and also directly towards me. She has a wine glass in her hand, still wearing the same dress and high heels that I saw her change into earlier tonight before she went out.

That's when I noticed that there's a second wine glass on the small table in front of her, along with the wine bottle. Did she have a guest over? And have they already left for the evening? My question didn't have to wait long to be answered, as a tall handsome looking man in his late thirties walks out of her bathroom, taking his seat back beside her.

I'm not sure if I want this guy to see me sitting across from them, watching them, so I get up and turn my TV and then the main light off in my living room, leaving just the kitchen light on before retaking my seat on the couch. They're talking to each other; I don't think they even noticed me. But now I can't help but add this guy into my Sade's back story too. Is he her boyfriend, or just a man that she met at the sultry jazz club tonight after performing for him?

Before long I watch as he leans in and kisses her gently on her lips, as she places her wine glass down before turning to face him, kissing him again. As they begin to kiss far more passionately, their hands also begin wandering over each other's bodies. I'm sitting here enthralled by their display of intimacy, watching on as she begins to show me just how sensuous she can be.

My Sade then stands, taking his hand and leading him towards her bedroom. I swear that she looked in my direction with that sexy little smile of hers as she led her lover away. The bedside light in her bedroom is then turned on to illuminate the darkness, as I watch her turn to face him, embracing him as they again kiss. He takes hold of the dress straps and removes them from her shoulders, allowing her dress to fall to the floor. She's not wearing a bra, her round large firm breasts are standing there, I swear I can even tell from here that her nipples are hard.

He leans in to take one of her breasts into his mouth, caressing it, while cupping it with his hands. My Sade then removes her G-string, before bending down to unstrap and remove her high heels, before slowly moving down to her knees, right in front of her lover. I watch on, mesmerized as she unbuckles his pants, pulling them down and allowing him to step out of them. Now she slowly pulls down his boxers, releasing his hard cock which springs up to almost slap her in the face.

I can't believe it as I watch my beautiful neighbor take her lovers cock into her mouth, sensually moving her mouth over his length. I'm hard as a rock watching this, I have to free my own cock from my boxers, I need to masturbate to this erotic scene playing out right in front of me.

After a few minutes of sensually devouring his cock, she stands to move him over and onto her bed. He's now laying flat on his back, his hard cock pointing straight into the sky as my Sade moves across him, raising her hips so she can place his cock at the entrance to her clean-shaven pussy. I watch on as she begins to slide down his length, taking his cock deep inside of her, before she starts to raise her hips and lowering them again, I can't believe I'm watching her fucking him.

I want to cum already, but I also want to hold out as long as I can. I'm feeling my own sexual high right now, I can't believe how turned on I am watching this stunning creature fucking her lover right in front of me. As she continues to grind down on him, I can see that he's taking her breasts into his mouth, and then kissing her once again. Shortly after he rolls her onto her back, he's still between her thighs as their fucking continues.

He's now driving into her, she has her legs wrapped around his backside, her arms holding him tightly. Her face is to one side and facing me, I can see that her eyes are shut, and when she opens them, she's looking back into his eyes as he continues to pound away into her. He places his head down next to hers; he's fucking her even harder now so he must be getting close. I can see her eyes opening again, I swear she's looking across at me, into my apartment.

I can't hold out any longer, I'm looking into her eyes looking back at me as I cum, spraying my own t-shirt with one of the most powerful ejaculations I can ever remember. Shortly after her lover also finishes inside of her, before rolling off to her side. I watch on, mesmerized as she moves her hand down to start sensuously rubbing her pussy, all the while looking directly into my eyes, I'm not sure how well she can actually see me, but this is hot as fuck.

I'm already hard again watching her rubbing herself, so I start to jack-off once more as she continues her erotic display for me. She has to be able to see me from my kitchen light, she's staring directly into my eyes as we both continue to masturbate for each other. When her hand movements get more vigorous and her eyes close, I can tell she's about to cum, and I am too. My god, another powerful cum shot, but not quite as strong as the first just minutes ago. My head is back, my eyes are closed as I take some deep breaths before I open them again, looking back at my neighbor next door. She too opens her eyes, looking directly into mine as she again gives me that sexy smile of hers before getting up off the bed and walking off into her bathroom.

Her lover quickly follows her, and I need to go clean myself up as well. When I make it back out into the living room, I can see that her lover is now dressed as she gives him a quick kiss goodnight before seeing him out the door. As she turns to go back into her bedroom, she again looks across at me, but this time she gives me a little wave goodnight as she heads into her bedroom before turning out her lights.

I'm a bit stunned by that one little gesture, if I could deny that she could see me watching her before, I can't anymore. Somehow, I feel like we've got some weird sensual little bond between us now, that I love watching her, and that she loves that I'm watching.

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The following day at work, I was struggling to not be thinking about her, and this strange position I've found myself in. I've never been a pervert, nor a peeping tom. I was a happily married man up until eight years ago, and since then I've remained a good father and a hard worker. I haven't been in a relationship since my wife left me, nor have I visited any prostitutes either. Hell, I don't even watch porn, well, mostly anyway.

Late in the afternoon on Friday, two of my senior employees approached me in my office, asking if I'd like to join them at a nearby bar for a drink or two to celebrate the end of my first week. I happily accepted and enjoyed getting to know them a little better over the next few hours.

It was already past 10pm when I stepped back into my apartment, heading straight into my bedroom to get changed before taking a shower. As I came back out into the kitchen to get a drink of water, I couldn't help but check across at Sade's apartment hoping she would be there again tonight. She only had her kitchen light on, and she clearly wasn't home. So, after drinking my water, I turned the lights off and went to bed.

My bedroom also has a large floor to ceiling window, the same as what Sade's apartment has across from me. Tonight, I left my curtains open, letting in the lights from the city. As I lay in bed, I can see people in other apartments across the street, but somehow, I'm not that interested in their stories anymore, there's only one story I'm now invested in.

As my eyes begin to get heavy and they start to shut, I notice a light turn on across from me. I re-open my eyes fully, looking back over and watching as my Sade walks into her apartment once more, and again with a tall handsome man in his late thirties. Although, this man is different to last night, he has a slightly darker complexion, he looks black although his skin tone is more that like Sade's, a more olive or caramel complexion.

Maybe my back story about her is right, that not only is she a beautiful and smart woman, but that she's also sexually adventurous. Two guys in two nights would seem to indicate that. I watch on as I see her look across towards my apartment, and I swear that I can see a look of disappointment on her face when she sees that my apartment is dark. I continue to watch from my bed as she pours some wine for them both, again sitting with her new lover on the couch together.

Like last night, eventually they started to kiss, started to feel each other's bodies with their hands. And again, she stood to lead him into her bedroom. But that's when I decided to do something risky, I leaned over and turned my bedside lamp on beside me, allowing her to see me watching her once again.

As she let her dress slip to the floor before again embracing her new lover to kiss him, I can see that she has noticed my bedside light on. She motions for her lover to bend down to remove her panties and high heels while she looks across and into my eyes once more, with a big smile now appearing across her face. I start to rub my cock through my boxers, and she nods back at me in approval. This is so fucking sexy, but so fucking bizarre all at the same time.