Frank was all alone and had exhausted all available ways of entertainment. Forty, divorced five years back, and with a few friends, he was pondering what to do that evening. That was when he looked out of the bedroom window and saw the apartment next to his. A man wearing only jeans was doing exercises. Frank wondered whether he was so desperate to look at half-naked men.
Frank sat in front of his laptop and checked his mail. Apart from the usual stuff, there was a message from Amanda who always flirted with him and teased him about other women. She was happy with her husband but wanted a little bit more from life as far as sex was concerned, like sexting, extended foreplay, verbal sex etc. But her love for her husband prevented her from extending her hand and reaching for the nearest dick available. She had sent a photograph of a lovely nude women with only a balloon between her thighs with the caption, pleasure is just a prick away. He smirked.
He wrote a reply to her describing the man he saw in the window and within a few minutes Amanda came online and began chatting.
'Tell me about the man, is he sexy?' she asked.
He described him.
'Hey Frank, now look out for him and let me know if he strips or screws someone. I want you to describe him to me.'
Saying this she signed off. Frank smiled to himself wondering how far a woman like Amanda would go. Would she stop with just flirting or go further?
* * * * *
The next day was the same for Frank. He went out to buy groceries and met some friends and slept in the afternoon. He had worked for sometime as a manager for an export company and thought he would take it easy for a while before looking for another job.
It was evening when he looked out of the window, at least he would be able to say something to Amanda. The man was sitting on a couch reading a magazine. Dull day for all, Frank thought. Later when Amanda came online, she was eager to know what happened. When Frank told her, she was disappointed.
'Why doesn't he screw someone?' she asked.
'People don't have as much sex as you imagine,' Frank told her.
'My friend tells me she has much sex, at least 4 days a week, in various positions. Her husband experiments and they watch porn too,' Amanda said.
'Some are lucky, aren't they?' he asked.
'Sigh. You and I can have only online sex. And you refuse to talk sex.'
'Hey, Amanda, I wanna ask you. What would you do if you had a neighbor like him and you watched him having sex?'
'Hmm I would strip and finger myself till I came thrice or four times. That is another wishful thinking, daydream. OK bye, gotta go now.'
* * * * *
Next day evening Frank looked out of the window and saw the man getting up and welcoming someone, a woman, a shapely, sexy, hot woman. He hugged her and caressed her behind and slid his hand under her skirt and fondled her ample ass. She slid her hands into his boxers and played. The woman looked familiar, Frank thought as he switched off the light. It was then that the man turned her around and Frank saw her face. It was his next door neighbor at the apartment!
The man was kneading her boobs and then lifted her skirt and knelt down and ate her. She pulled down her skirt and panties and sat nude on the couch. Catching the man's boxers and pulling him to her, she pulled it down and released the erection struggling inside. He was big, Frank observed, compared to him. The woman took him in her mouth but the man hid the view and Frank could not see much. It was the man's turn to take position between her thighs, eating her pussy hungrily and to the woman's satisfaction, going by her expression.
After two minutes of licking, the man poised himself to enter the woman who had raised both her legs, offering her vagina for penetration. With a sudden lunge he smoothly entered the love passage. With both his hands on the couch, he worked himself deep into her as she moved with his rhythm. Their tempo increased and the man jerked once or twice and shuddered, signalling that he had emptied himself into her. They hugged and kissed till the man slid out. She dressed and left. That was quick, Frank thought.
The 30-year-old woman's husband was a businessman and often left her alone. Bored, she should have looked around and hooked the man. Frank wondered why her eyes had never fallen on him. He was to blame; leading a lonely life and confining himself to beer, TV and sleep would hardly attract any woman.
He went to the living room as the sexy neighbor would come home soon and he wanted to talk to her. Five minutes later he heard footsteps and it was she.
'Hi,' Frank said as she came to their corridor.
'Hi there,' she said lighting her lovely face with a sweet smile.
'Care for a drink,' he offered.
'Hmm, why not,' she said coming into his house.
He poured her a drink and offered it to her.
'Thanks for the drink,' she smiled.
'I thought you needed it,' he said.
She looked at him as if seeking an explanation.
