I saw you tonight. I didn't mean to spy, well not at first. I always look across the garden level apartment windows to see if I can see inside the apartments. Just to see the decor, the layout, see if somebody has better stuff than I do. I don't stop, I just keep walking on by with my dog. But not tonight. Tonight your computer screen caught my eye. "You tube," I said to myself. No, it was wrong. Well, it was unlikely that what you were watching on your computer came from you tube. No, there was something I recognized about it. A rhythm, a repetition. Sex. Your back was to the window, but it was still about fifteen feet away, and I recognized it quickly. I looked up and down the sidewalk. Empty. So I took a step closer and squinted. It was a blowjob video. It was a woman, filmed from the side, working this guy's shaft like it was all she ever did and all she ever wanted to do. Like she meant it. You had it in a relatively small window, so I stepped closer. Lucky for me, your apartment's lights were out. Lucky for me, all of your blinds on the bottom right were warped or broken, giving a perfect little peek at you and your computer.
"What's this guy up to?" I thought to myself, and took another half step. He has long hair, and one busy shoulder...a flannel shirt on. I don't know why, but that seems to fit, to make sense.
I checked back up and down the street. All clear and no other lights on in the building. He's obviously enjoying the show. I'm not really into cock, but I still take another half step to see what he's working with. I'm not gonna lie, I thought if he was smaller than me, I would feel better about myself. So I lean over to glimpse over his shoulder and it was much different than what I expected. It wasn't cock at all, it was pussy. Sure, there was a flannel shirt on top, but from what I could tell, it was all she was wearing, and the shirt was unbuttoned all the way. She busied herself with one hand and had her other inside the shirt, rubbing her tit underneath. I gained a nearly instant erection watching this. Her head began to lull back, mouth agape, eyes closed, then back to the video as it turned to a close-up of the girl jerking the cock as she licked at the head like a lollipop. I recognized her immediately, as I'd just seen her earlier that day buying cigarettes down the block. When I'd thought to myself, "I wonder what she looks like under all those clothes, I didn't really expect an answer. Yet here it was, in graphic detail.