I got home late to my apartment and threw my backpack on the couch, not even bothering to turn on the lights. The N train had been an absolute nightmare and my building's elevator was out of order, forcing me to walk up the 12 flights of stairs to my humble studio. It was a small New York hovel, but the biggest appeal was the giant floor to ceiling windows, which looked out onto the street below and directly into the apartment building across the way. During the day I enjoyed the natural light and at night I enjoyed peering into the lit windows of the apartments, some could say I was bit of a voyeur but I preferred the term "naturally curious".
I walked over to the windows and stretched my hands up to the sky. I reached up and felt the weight of my breasts as the straps of my bra dug into my shoulders. Feeling hidden in my dark apartment I stripped off my shirt in front of the window, my black lacey bra quickly following after, with my heavy breasts dropping with a satisfying jiggle, my nipples hardening in the cool apartment air. I surveyed the outside world enjoying the freedom of being topless and the thrill of standing nude by my large window, even though I was safely shrouded in darkness.
As I looked across the way I saw an apartment light flick on and inside stood the most gorgeous man. This particular spot had been vacant for some time so he must be a new tenant. I was amused to notice that he entered his apartment almost exactly as I. He threw down his stuff and walked over to the window and stretched, taking of his shirt as he reached up. Even from this distance I could see how attractive he was, his brown hair became effortlessly tousled as he lifted off his tee and as he stretched up I could see his strong biceps and his tight abdomen that led down into a v. I followed his V down with my eyes, and as if on cue, he removed his pants until he was standing in his boxer briefs.