It was pretty late at night, I was going on a relaxing walk through the neighborhood. I had been working from home late nights, and enjoyed taking walks to relax my body, mind and stay focused. I had on some soft sweatpants, and the way my skin rubbed against them, with the cool night air, it felt so good.
I approached my house, flipped on the garage light, and started to stretch out my body. I put my leg up on the back of my car, leaning forward, getting a deep hamstring stretch. It felt so good, I practically moaned into it, really leaning forward, feeling my tight muscles relax. It was right then that I got that feeling, I've had it before, when you almost feel like someone is watching you.
I turned around instinctively, and saw a light on in the neighbor's house, on the second floor. I swear I saw what looked like a shadow move away quickly, and then the light was turned off. I realized the position my body was in right now, my leg sprawled up, my ass practically bursting out of my sweat pants as I was leaning into the stretch.
I felt a little odd, but switched over to my other leg and continued my stretching. For some reason, my heart seemed to beat quickly now, and I didn't change my position. I leaned forward again, stretching out my leg, my ass still facing towards the stranger's house. I breathed deeply, blushing for some reason, and then went inside my house, slowly peeking out of the corner of my eye, towards the house across the street. Nothing, no lights or movement.
I went inside, grabbed some water, and sat down at the computer, to continue my work. My computer room window faced the same way, towards that house. My blinds were cracked, but it was so dark, it was hard to see in or out of the window. I was about to began my work again, but I suddenly couldn't' focus. I began to wonder if someone actually was watching me stretch out my body. And for some reason, I just had a feeling that it was a guy.
I've never been into guys. But, why would one be checking me out like that? Was it all in my head? Maybe I wanted someone to look at my body like that. The thought suddenly excited me. I felt my cock hardening as I stared at my computer screen. I reached down, and began to stroke my cock, through my sweat pants. Through a couple of dark windows, we were barely separated. For all I know, those eyes could still be on me, wondering about my body.
I suddenly became so turned on, my cock pulsing, my heart racing. I lifted my shirt up slightly, rubbing my hand over my abs, as I stroked my cock with my other hand. I pulled my shirt up higher, touching myself. I was so turned on. Even if someone was watching now, it'd be hard to see through the window, but the thought excited me so much, I'd never had feelings like this. I pulled my sweat pants down, gripping my oozing cock, rubbing it slowly, moaning.
"Yeah, you like looking at this body huh?" I whispered to myself, my face turned towards the window, looking for any sign of life in my neighbor's house. My god, what was happening to me, I thought to myself. I kept jerking, faster, my hand wet with my precum as I imagined a pair of eyes on me, wanting my body. It didn't take long as I sat there, half dressed, squirming in my computer chair. I shot cum up on to my stomach, over my chest, down my abs. I breathed heavily, feeling incredible, wondering what was coming over me.
I got up and cleaned myself up, putting on some fresh clothes, and sat back down at the computer chair, hoping to continue with some work. I suddenly felt very shy and confused, I stood up, and shut the blinds. But as I did, I kept my eyes towards that house, looking for any sign of movement. Nothing. I didn't think too long about this strange experience. I just felt really good, blissful even as I continued my work for the night.
The experience was heavy on my mind the next morning, and I woke up with a raging hard on. I quickly got up, went into my bathroom, and jerked myself off, hard and furious. I kept imagining the feeling of being watched, my body being ogled. I always tried to keep myself in great shape, and it seemed like no one ever noticed. Even if it was all in my head, the possibility of being looked at like that, it drove me crazy. I pulled my pants down low, leaning up against my bathroom sink, and shot a giant load of cum into the sink, quickly rinsing it down the drain. I had to steady myself after, never having experienced feelings like this before.
The next few days were the same as usual, and the strange feelings of that night quickly faded. I was back into my usual grumpy self, wondering why it was so hard to find a girl, and why I was so consumed with work, and all that. It wasn't until a few days after, when I was going on a walk, when someone approached me. It was a bit earlier in the day, the sun still dimly shining. This guy strolled towards me, confident, smiling, and I just knew it was him, the guy who was watching me from the house. I don't know how, but the way he approached me, I could tell.
"Hi there, the name is James," he extended a hand, and I extended mine, shaking his big hand briefly. He had soft bronze skin and an exotic look. There was something just so charming about him, as I pulled my hand back, too nervous to look in his eyes.
"You know, I've seen you walking around the neighborhood here," he said, smiling widely.
"Oh?" I said back, acting like I had no idea what he was talking about.
"Yeah, haha," he laughed softly, "Not to sound weird or anything. I just happen to look out the window sometimes, and see you finishing up your late night walks."
"Ha, yeah, I try to stay fit," is what I said, but why would I say that? The words seemed to pour out of me subconsciously.
"Oh, I can tell," he said, his eyes going up and down my body, "You have an incredible body, the walking is really doing you good. Is that all you do, walking?"
"I... well," I could feel my face blushing. I tried to hide it, turning my head half way, "Yeah, I so some weights and stuff too, cardio. How... how about you?" I asked, turning back towards him.
"Oh yeah." he smiled again, "I love to get a good sweaty workout in." And he laughed again, causing me to smile.
"Say, maybe tonight, if you're not busy, you could come over and have a glass of wine, huh? That is, if you're not busy walking," he laughed.
"Um, oh, wine huh. Wouldn't that be... weird?" I don't know why I said that either, my voice almost cracking.
"Weird, how?" he laughed and smiled. "It just seems like the neighborly thing to do. We live across the street from one another, and don't even know each other."
"Yeah," I replied, not even thinking, "I guess you're right. Well that sounds nice, I could use a break from work."
"Oh, yes," he smiled, getting close, putting his hand on my shoulder. My body froze. "You should never work too hard, you know? Save some time to relax." He squeezed my shoulder briefly, and then let it go.
"Yeah," I squeaked out, softly.
"So, does 9 o'clock work for you?" he said, smiling still, not keeping his gaze off of me.
"Yeah, s-sure," I said, feeling very shy, and floaty. I continued on walking down the road, towards my house, and he gently strolled on the other way. I didn't even have to turn around and look. I could feel his eyes on me, on my ass again as I walked forward. It made my body shiver, I felt my cock twitching, but I quickly calmed myself down, not even sure what was happening to me.
I got inside and realized that 9' o clock was only about 2 hours away. The first thing I did was shower, I showered thoroughly, cleaning every part of my body. I felt like I was on auto pilot. It wasn't even anything sexual, really. He just seemed like a cool neighbor, and I wanted to make a good impression. I wanted to make sure I arrived smelling clean, and looking my best. I put on some casual clothes, including the pair of sweatpants that I was wearing the night I felt like I was being watched. I sat down for a brief moment, and before I knew it, it was nearly 9 o clock.
I took a deep breath, and stepped out of my front door, walking across the street to is house. I only had to knock once before the door was opened, and James popped up. He seemed to be dressed especially nice, a black button up shirt hugging his large chest.
"Come in, come in, please. So glad you're here," he said, motioning me inside. I stepped in, and felt James' hand move onto my lower back, motioning me forward, towards the kitchen. I noticed a bottle of wine and two glasses set out, but before I had time to think or sit down, James stopped me, his hands on my shoulders.
"Wow, wow," his voice was a bit lower, softer now as I stood in front of him. "Let me get a good look at this body of yours." And he stepped back, walking around me, his body nearly touching me as he got behind me. His hands gently slapped against the bottom of my ass, and he drug them up slowly, causing me to slightly jolt forward.
"All the walking is really doing you good, huh?" he asked, laughing now, moving to a seat in front of him. His hand brushed against the front of me, against my stomach.
"Uh, y-yeah, maybe," I felt in a daze, not moving, until James motioned me forward, to take a seat. I sat down, and smiled, feeling like my body was tingling as he opened the wine, and poured us each a tall glass. I sipped on it slowly, loving the berry taste of it.
"Mmm, this wine is good, so sweet," I said.
"Just like you," James said, smirking, bringing his hand down, and rubbing it against mine.
"Oh," I laughed, nervously, not moving my hand away as he rubbed it though.
"So," James said, taking his hand back, "You have a girlfriend keeping you company these days?"
I shook my head no.
