Lazily, Maura ambled into the kitchen of her small apartment to put the kettle on for tea. It was late afternoon, the sun was already setting, and she hadn't managed to change out of her baggy sweatpants all day. She hadn't even bothered to put on panties or a bra on that morning, and now she enjoyed the feeling of her nipples swishing gently inside her comfy old XL t-shirt as she reached for the box of teabags.
With one hand on the knob of the kitchen cabinet, she paused and caught her breath.
Out of her small kitchen window, she could just see into the larger window of the apartment opposite hers, one floor lower, across the tiny courtyard that separated her building and the next. She had peeked into this window before, especially in the late winter afternoons, when the dusk fell early and the trees were bare, giving her an unobstructed view into her neighbor's bedroom. But all she had ever glimpsed in the past was an empty room, lights on or (more often) off, and for the warmer half of the year, when the trees were leafy, she saw nothing at all. Once or twice Maura had seen a person's legs as they moved around their room casually, in jeans or slacks, doing nothing in particular. The distance from her window was only about 25 or 30 feet, so Maura could observe plenty of detail. Now she saw something altogether new. And very exciting.
It was a man's leg, and with a flutter of her heart Maura realized it was bare. He was seated in a chair, with his back to her. From her angle, Maura couldn't see much of the man: just a knee, a thigh, and an elbow. It looked like he had his hands folded in his lap, although his elbow was moving rhythmically back and forth, as if he were doing some exercises. Looking harder, it occurred to Maura the leg was at a bit of an odd angle, perhaps as if the man had spread his legs. She sucked in her breath and craned her neck to see more, then stopped herself.
What if someone saw her peeping and reported her? Quickly, she flicked off her own kitchen light, sinking into protective darkness. Now she could gaze undetected. She groped for the kitchen stool and moved it closer to the counter, so she could kneel on it, gaining a little more height and a better angle.
A much better angle. Now Maura saw not just the man's thigh and elbow, but exactly what he was exercising. For the second time in as many minutes she sucked in her breath, this time more sharply. The man was masturbating.
Wide-eyed, Maura opened her mouth and licked her lips. The man's cock was erect, not especially large (or so she thought) and he was stroking it rhythmically, as men do. Every few strokes he'd pause slightly, pulling on the shaft, and then resume his rhythm. Maura was transfixed.