Dedicated to Mr. R. I hope it's to your liking.
I just moved into my dream place. Perfect distance from my job, I could walk to work if I wanted. Great neighborhood with fantastic restaurants. A cute townhome situated at the back corner of the subdivision. I was surprised it had been vacant for so long. I guess it was mainly families here, scrambling to be closest to the park in the center of the sub. The semi-wooded lots in the back attracted the few singles looking to settle here. It was the perfect bachelor pad for me.
There were a few of us singles. I'd always wave whenever I saw the guy a few places down walking his german shepherd, and nod when the business lady across the street was out juggling her coffee, papers and getting her mail. And the woman in the unit next to mine. She jogs every morning. The first few times I saw her was an accident. I was up early trying to make headway on the moving boxes and noticed her bounce by my window. The next time I was up early trying to get the speakers in the den set up and saw her tight jogging pants pass in and out of my view.
She was very attractive. By now I realized she ran at the same time every morning. I wondered if she had a boyfriend or maybe a girlfriend. It wasn't exactly intentional, but I started making my morning cup of coffee around that time. I'd stand at the window with my cup enjoying the birds and squirrels starting their morning, and she'd bound by waving as she went. She had a lovely smile and the kind of waist you wanted to wrap your hands around. She must do a fair amount of squats too because she had that kind of bubble butt you want to bite.
Every morning I'd watch her disappear down the street. Maybe a week and a half after moving in I saw her return home. I'd never stayed long enough to see her get back from her run. Looking at my watch, she'd run for about half an hour. I filed that away in case I wanted to get another look at her heated and exhausted form after her run. Once she entered her front door I left the window to go wash up my breakfast dishes and head upstairs to get ready for the day.
When I got upstairs I wasn't quite ready to relinquish my morning peace and decided to get some fresh air on the balcony. I drew open the curtains and looked right into the bedroom of my beautiful jogging neighbor. Does she not close her curtains? I saw her moving around her bedroom in just a towel. I started to back up and close the curtains but when it was clear she hadn't noticed me I paused, just taking her in. Without the pants I could see how shapely her legs were. Toned and cocoa smooth. I imagined them wrapped around my waist. Her breasts swelled above the towel. Her jogging bra did not do her justice. She must've just gotten out of the shower because her hair clung to her shoulders and I envisioned her soaping up her body in the steam of the shower.
She had been moving about the room looking for something which she found and flopped down onto the bed. She unwound the cord to her headphones, put the buds in her ears and laid back on her pillows. I watched her tap her phone a few times then set it down next to her while she closed her eyes and tilted her head back. I wasn't sure if she was meditating or just relaxing post-run but I felt safer watching while her eyes were closed. I walked right up to the glass of my balcony door and took in the sight she made. Her breathing was faster, deeper and it made her chest rise enticingly. She slid a hand over her stomach and rubbed her thighs together. I was riveted. Squeezing my cock through my pants I was curious where this interlude was going.
She squeezed one of her breasts and let her other hand fall between her thighs. After kneading her breast a while she undid her towel and began to roll her nipples between her fingers. I watched every detail stroking myself in my room across the way. The hand between her thighs moved rapidly. She tensed for a bit then sank back onto the bed smiling. I wish I knew she'd been close, I would've tried to cum with her. She hopped up off the bed and rummaged around in her dressers before heading to the bathroom with an arm full of clothes.
I closed my curtain and sat on my bed. She must have gotten used to no one living here for her to touch herself like that with the curtains open. I guess no one would be able to see into her bedroom except from the vantage of my room but she should've thought about that. She saw me move into the place. Does she do that a lot? Masturbate after her run. My cock throbbed. I decided to take care of business in the shower since I really did need to start my day. I was distracted for most of it. Wanting it to be tomorrow morning already.
The next morning I was waiting with my coffee like always but as soon as she was out of sight I went up to my bedroom. I turned off the lights. She didn't notice yesterday but there was no reason to take undue risks. It would be harder for her to see into my place if it were a little darker. I opened the curtains and waited.
About a half hour later she walked into her room and switched on the light. Immediately she was discarding her running clothes. Her stomach stretched as she pulled her top up and off. Her breasts jiggling free of her bra as she tossed it aside. I wanted to play with her nipples. Sit her on my lap and play her, strum her, pluck her. Make her moan for me. She disappeared into the bathroom only to return a while later wrapped in her towel again.
This time she had her earbuds ready as she laid back on the bed. So this was a ritual for her. Good. Her routine was the same. She worked herself up rubbing her pussy and pinching her nipples and this time when she came I was right behind her pumping into my hand imagining her bouncing on top of my cock. She left to get dressed and I smiled to myself. This was a great place to live.
This pattern continued for a few days. She'd come home shower, then I'd jerk off to her pleasuring herself unaware I watched. I couldn't get close enough to her. I wanted to hear her, feel her. I decided to step out onto the balcony for a better view. So far she'd been oblivious and as long as I didn't wave my arms around trying to get her attention it should be fine. The next morning I stood on the side of the balcony and waited for her appearance.
Like clockwork, there she was stripping down. I wished she'd go slower, so I could enjoy fully. As she sprawled onto the bed and began undulating I could see she moved her mouth. She was saying something with her eyes closed rubbing herself into a frenzy. Imagining what she was moaning made my pace quicken. She bent her knees and I was able to see every stroke of her hand. She was glistening and my mouth watered thinking about how her wet little hole would feel sliding up and down my cock. I imagined surging into her depths as I pushed her legs back. I wanted inside her. I exploded, my cum splattering the balcony floor as I stroked out the last few drops.
