Dusk is my favorite time of day. I suppose it came to be a few months ago.
I had had a rather tiring day at work. As I made my way up to my twelfth-story loft, I began imagining the warm bath I'd soon draw and the sweet release my pillow held. Stepping through the door, I set my purse on the couch and cast my keys to the nearby table. With an unwinding sigh and flick of the wrist, I let my blonde curls fall free from their restraint and gently kicked off my heels. I sauntered towards the bedroom, stripping along the way.
As I began to run the water, I turned towards the mirror. Besides the slight dark circles that ringed my tired baby blues, I had to admit, I felt quite sexy in my black lacy bra and thong. Smiling slightly to myself before removing them, I made my way to the tub, and that's when I saw him.
With it only being slightly after 8 on a summertime evening, light had just began to fall, making him still within plain view. I stood frozen, completely shocked by the figure standing just across the way, in his own apartment one story down from mine. There he stood, blatantly staring. Embarrassed and slightly appalled, I quickly sank into the privacy of the tub a mere few feet away.
Closing the blinds above would've taken a few extra seconds, crawling in seemed to be the quickest and most sensible thing to do. I was simply stunned. The nerve! It was still relatively light outside. Jesus, at least wait until sundown.
Then I began thinking. I wondered how long he had been doing this. Was this a first or just the first time I'd caught him? Did he peer into several women's apartments or just mine? I'm over thinking, I told myself. He could've just been staring out the window for all I know and happened to see me and well... began staring. I wonder if he's still there... Whatever, it's sick and it's wrong, the pervert.
Despite the quiet and soothing atmosphere, all I could think about was the man. I had to admit, for the few seconds I saw him, he looked quite charming with his auburn hair and athletic build sporting a suit. I wondered again if he was still standing there. It ate at me to know. Slowly rising from the tub, I crouched on my knees, the cool air piercing my skin with a sharpness that made my nipples immediately stand on end. As I reached the windowsill, my eyes sharpened and fixated on the window I had seen my admirer standing. And there he was, still standing, still looking. Waiting, I thought.
As I slunk back, I couldn't help but feel a flash of desire course through my veins. No, the looking wasn't welcomed. Yes, it could be misconstrued as wrong, but for some reason that made it all the more exciting.
If he's still looking and waiting, he wants to see more. And if I'm enjoying this as well, who am I to say no?
The water was no longer warm; I was no longer tired. I was charged. A towel hung from the shelf above, but I wouldn't be grabbing it anytime soon. Running some more warm water, I slowly began to rise from the private confines of the tub. A quick glance confirmed my watcher was still present. A slight smile spread across my face as a burst of lust filled my insides. Water beaded on my soft, milky skin and breasts before racing down my long legs, disappearing back into the pool below. Turning slightly towards the window, I began to ring out my hair and slowly soap up my neck, arms and breasts, paying special attention to the latter.
By the time I began shaving my legs, darkness was falling fast, so I knew I had to make this good and quick. Rinsing my hair out from the shower above, I arched my back and tossed my hair in the sexiest way I could conjure. My body was electrified. Stepping from the tub, I grabbed the towel and dried off my top half. Once I got to my waist, I propped my foot nearest the window atop the sink. After toweling off completely, it was time.
Slightly wetting a finger, I moistened my slit. My pussy was silky smooth just the way I liked it. There was something about being completely hairless that made me feel ultra sexy that even I found myself touching me more. Knowing he was watching only intensified my senses. In the worst way I wished he could be standing beside me, gawking at my exposed body, watching my fingers give in to the desire my body so craved. I teased myself and steered clear of my clit for as long as I could handle. I imagined his thoughts right now, how hard he must be from watching but not touching.
I fingered myself, my warm wetness coating my fingers. My hips rose and fell with each thrust and as I increased in speed, moans escaped my lips. Tossing my head back in a trance, I rolled one nipple between my fingers, imagining what it would be like to watch him stroke himself. I had to know. Glancing over my shoulder, I found him standing in the exact same spot but couldn't make out the placement of his hands. My vision seemed to blur the more I strained to see. My breaths came more and more quickly in a rhythmic pattern as I felt myself nearing the end. The feel and taste of his cock buried deep in my throat was the thought I came to, left shivering, my foot still resting atop the sink. I panted with post-pleasure and shook with forbidden desire.
Composing myself, I returned my foot to the floor and tasted my handiwork. Delicious. Walking towards the door, my fingers still gingerly placed in my mouth, I flipped off the lights and with a purposeful long glance out the window, I retired to bed.
For the next five days, around the same time, I proceeded to follow suite with my exposed bathing in front of the open window, each day making sure my watcher was present. On day five, by the time I stepped from the tub and glanced over to ensure he was returning my glance, I was surprised to note he was nowhere to be seen. A bit disappointed, I wrapped the towel around myself and headed towards the bedroom. Dropping my towel to the ground, I laid atop the covers, enjoying the cold slick feel of satin against my skin. Having not released my tension for the night, I turned onto my stomach. My fingertips quickly found their favorite spot and began their work as my hips grinded into the quickly building pleasure. My thoughts drifted back to the man as I wondered why he wasn't there. I came quickly and fell asleep within minutes.
I awoke to the sound of a faint knocking. Not sure if I had just pulled it from a dream, I remained in bed, my eyes heavy with sleep. My eyes jolted open as I heard it again. Sure that this time wasn't imagined, I grabbed my robe from the bed and allowed my eyes to adjust to the darkness. It was 2:13 in the morning. The light of the hallway illuminated my peephole as I looked through, not recognizing the face.
Opening the door about a foot, I squinted my eyes slightly before saying, "I'm sorry, can I help you?"
"Yes, I believe you can," was the response from the dark-eyed young man and within a split second, he had pushed his way through my door, into my apartment and had his hand clasped over my mouth.
"Shhhh," he whispered in my ear as my hands went immediately to his. Shutting and locking the door, he pressed me hard against the wall behind it. I tried sliding down in hopes of escaping his grip, but he only pressed my head against the wall harder to the point of pain. Tears began welling my eyes.
"Aww don't cry. I'm not here to hurt you or steal from you. I promise..." Screams tried desperately to escape my mouth but to no avail. Then it clicked, I knew exactly what he wanted. I kicked and tried my best to jerk my head free from side-to-side, to bite his hand, to do something to make the nightmare stop. Grabbing my hands in one solid motion, he searched the space with his eyes until he found what he was looking for. Pushing me towards the bathroom, I allowed my legs to collapse beneath me, hopefully forcing him to drop me or at least slow him down.
"Get the fuck up!" he yelled. "Do you have any idea who I am?"
"Fuck you!" I tried to scream, but it came out muffled behind his iron grip between sobs.
"Now get up and shut up!" he yelled yanking me upwards hard.
From the looks of it, I hadn't felt or seen any flash of a weapon on him. Who would try something like this without a weapon? All the more reason for me to fight...
Dragging me towards the bathroom, I continued my pitiful screaming and dragging of feet. Once inside, he dropped my shaking frame onto the cold, hard tile floor. I began to scream as loud as possible, but it only lasted a few seconds before his hand was once again across my lips.
"I told you to shut up!" he breathed loudly, shaking my head violently as he spoke. A few moments passed and my muffled screaming and sobbing subsided. "Good," he spoke in a slightly gentler manner. "Now care to tell me what you thought was going to happen after you did something like that?" his grip loosened slightly, allowing me to answer, but to answer with what?
"You little cock tease, I just asked you a question. Answer me, dammit!" he demanded. The tears began flowing as my body remained pressed again the floor.
"I—I don't understand! I'm sorry! Please!" I pleaded.
"You, in here, making a scene right in front of me!" he accused.
