SNAPS-Apartment Window
By: Jstarret78
Editor's note: Memories, fantasies, tales I heard, they are part of these short stories. I call them snaps for snapshots, in this one, another window temptation serves him right. I know some stories need following up. With more information, I'll try to do just that.
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Again, another boring afternoon.
I work hard during the week and would hope to enjoy a weekend when I'm off. But as usual, my friends had other things to do, leaving me wandering around my apartment, bored silly. Stuck at home and restless is not a good feeling. Without any plans, I only have myself to play with.
I live in an apartment building, on the third floor. The building is shaped like a U, with a very narrow courtyard. As a result of the design, my kitchen window looks out at the other leg of the building, it's close. The window in my kitchen is large and positioned low on the wall. I never bothered to cover it.
A small bathroom is just off the kitchen, so when I shower, I dry off in the kitchen. The bathroom is too small to swing a towel around, I'd break something. I stand in the kitchen naked, without a thought.
I should have given this more thought.
Circumstances can lead you on a path that, at the end, scratch your head and say, 'what the fuck.' When your alone and bored, your fantasies can turn into a need.
It was always hard for me to get up in the morning, so I take my showers in the evenings. In the summer, it didn't matter, it was still light outside, and hard to look in any window. I would take my time drying off, fully aware that I would be on display if the sun were not shining. I seldom found the need to wear clothes at home. I would fix dinner or clean up nude.
It was during the winter months that I should have known better. I suspected someone was watching me but could never pinpoint who it might be. That was until one day in late November. I was cleaning up after dinner when I passed and glanced out my window. I caught a glimpse of someone at the window directly across from me. I stopped to see, but the light turned off instantly.
Being seen naked worried me, but an exciting chill ran through me at the same time. This was one of my fantasies and the thought of the voyeur made me horny. I willed myself to ignore the sighting and purposely continued cleaning up in the buff. After parading around awhile, I was so worked up, I needed to get off. As I was the only person in the apartment, I went to the bedroom to jerk off.
From my night table I retrieved a very slim dildo. It is so slim that I didn't need lube, it slides in easily. I wiggle it as I pull on my cock; I loved it in my ass. Although guys won't admit it, others do as well.
As the days went by, I continued my naked dalliance every evening. As I mentioned, the routine was always the same. I would get home, strip, shower, and do whatever I had to. Now that I had a peeper, I seldom wore close at home. Periodically I would look out at that mysterious window, hoping to catch the peeping tom in the act. Not that it bothered me; I wanted to see who it was.
One day I had showered and holding my towel, stepped into the kitchen. I had one leg on a kitchen chair, drying it off. I Glanced out the window, and saw a light come on and immediately turn off.
Being horny made me daring so, I decided to acknowledge the watcher. Dropping the towel, I stood in front of the window and waited. I stood there for 10 minutes, until, finally, the light came on in the opposing window. Though I was waiting for something to happen, it surprised me.
In the window was a silhouette of a man. He was short, but that was all I could see. when he turned on a light in front of him, all pretense evaporated, he wanted me to know he was watching. I could see he was Asian, balding sporting a pot belly; he looked old. He didn't move, just stared at me. As nervous as I was, I willed myself to remain at the window. It made me shiver with some unknown excitement, causing a reaction from my cock. Would I be embarrassed if I got an erection?
I would soon find out; my cock was rising to the occasion. Now it was harder to stand there. It embarrassed me that he could see my show was getting me hot. But I didn't move.
This frequent nightly show continued over the next two months. I should have stopped it, but, exposing myself would always make me hot. I always needed to jerk off, laying in bed, with my slim dildo up my ass, thinking of my nude exhibition and cumming hard.
My groin shook when I stood nude in front of the window. Once and awhile, I would change positions, turning sideways or turning completely around. I had such an itch, I enjoyed showing off.
Nearly every night I would see him by the window. I wasn't always naked, but he would stand there waiting patiently for a view. I didn't always accommodate him. Some nights I would stop at the window and simply wave to him. He would wave back and turn off his light.
If I had plans to go shopping or some other activity, after I showered, I would get dressed. One night when I had clothes on, I walked into my kitchen and noticed him standing by his window. He waved and so did I. Then he hunched his shoulders and raised his arm to show disappointment. I caved in.
Feeling a little foolish, I stood in front of the window and slowly began stripping. Halfway through the show, he gave me a thumbs up. When I was completely naked, he clapped his hands. I was out of control, I had to play this game, it really got me hot. I never considered what it might be doing to him.
What follows is how my fantasy ramped up, and the surprise I was in for.
One evening, after a shower, I walked to my usual spot by the window and began drying off. As expected, I saw the lights turn on, and my voyeur standing across the way. He waved and though it seemed crazy, I waved back. This routine continued for weeks and I never tired. After showing my all, I would jerk off in bed thinking about it.
One evening, there was a slight change in our routine. When the lights came on in his window, my Asian friend was naked from the waist down. He was holding his cock and jerking off; that surprised me. I was aware of my growing erection. With my cock in my hand, I watched him jerk off, but I didn't.
This had gotten crazy and so unusual; I couldn't figure out how I would classify what was going on.
In a few minutes, I could tell he came. He took a tissue and wiped off his cock, then he wave to me. I gave him the thumbs up, after which the light went off in his apartment.
The next escalation is where I should have known better, where caution should have taken over.
Mister Asian, stood there as normal one night, holding his cock. But this time, he turned sideways and bent over slightly. Using his free hand, he pointed to his ass, making a humping action as he stood there. To me it looked ridiculous, and I couldn't understand what he was doing. I didn't want to fuck him, not in the least.
I thought perhaps Mr. Asian wanted to see more of me, a more intimate view. I was so uninhibited by now I had no limits. I turned around, bent over, and spread myself open. I knew it was on display when the cool air touched it. I stood that way for five minutes, swaying my ass and displaying my asshole, fucking weird.
When I turned around, he was still pointing and humping. He persisted until he seemed to give up. He stood up, jerking off as usual and finishing the evening.
Each night thereafter, he would do the same thing. I didn't react because I didn't understand, which I guess, frustrated him. One night during his miming, I held my hands up gesturing that I didn't know what he meant. At that, he pointed to his cock and then pointed to me. He was doing that old fake humping thing, making believe he was holding on someone, and pumping his cock forward. He would do this for a minute or two and then point to me, nodding his head.
After repeating this skit each night, I tried to figured it out; was he asking me to use a dildo on myself?
The next evening, I took my slim dildo and held it up to show him. Instead of an 'OK,' he shook his head again. I held my arms up as in 'what are you trying to say?' He shook his head again and pointed to his cock. He would point to his cock, then point to me, and start humping. He wanted to fuck me.
That's a bridge to far, and I didn't acknowledge him, acting like I couldn't understand.
