"She has to know."
"I don't know, she doesn't act like she knows people are watching her."
I rolled my eyes at my roommates naiveté. "She's walking around nearly naked in her apartment with her blinds half open." I looked back through my binoculars across the yard into the apartment of one very hot and very nearly naked twenty-something.
Tim considered through his binoculars. "Half open is the key point. If she had them pulled up, sure. But, she's just got a bit at the bottom and light filtering in at the top."
"She knows," I replied, enjoying the tingling ache in my cock as the site of her firm, surely D cup breasts bounced through my vision. She had to know two incredibly horny college guys watched eagerly every day at five for her to peel off her fitted blazer and show us those gorgeous breasts, sometimes spilling over the lace, sometimes nipples completely visible through sheer fabric.
Today, I could see her nipples. My cock throbbed in response.
"We shouldn't have gotten these binoculars," Tim murmured, as transfixed with the woman's bosom as I was. "We can practically stalk her every move. It feels wrong."
"Your hard-on says otherwise," I retorted, eyes never tearing away from the creamy flesh of my obsession. I knew that it was wrong, but I couldn't care. Her body had mesmerized me since I'd first caught site of it. Almost every night I dreamed of pumping my cock into her wet, willing pussy.
"I think I'm going to call Kim up."
I grinned over at Tim. "Do you tell her that you're watching some naked girl every time you call her?"
Tim didn't respond, merely grunted and disappeared into his room. But, me, I kept watch. I don't know why, but I felt different tonight. Like I couldn't stop watching her. Long after Tim left to go fuck some girl and dream of naked chick, I was transfixed as I watched her tantalizingly clean her apartment. Bending over, moving swiftly—her breasts jumping with her, her ass clearly visible and luscious in her black thong.
I didn't even jerk off, though my cock throbbed mercilessly waiting for release. I felt like I was waiting for something, and she didn't make me wait long. Taking her remote and turning on the TV, she lay on her couch, spread her legs and began to leisurely rub herself.
If I moved the right way I could see the porn she was watching, but I kept my eyes glued to her tender, slow touches across her own body. Her nipples responded, poking feverently against the fabric of her see-through teal bra. Her bright blue eyes clouded with desire as her figer dipped behind the fabric of her thing.
I couldn't take anymore and began to stroke my rock hard dick. I matched her rythym, slowly pulling pretending it was that amazing pussy I was thrusting into.
Her mouth opened in what I imaged was a moan and she forcefully grabbed a tit with one hand as her ministrations became more fervernt and she bucked against her hand.
I rubbed my cock harder and harder, finally cumming with her. I had never felt that kind of climax from my own hand. It was there, as I watched her recover from her own release, that I absolutely knew I had to have her.
**
Another long day of phone calls and documents to type. I hated being a receptionist and being stuck in a stuffy suit all day, but it couldn't be helped. I had to pay the bills.
Coming home and taking off my clothes was the best part of my day. Nothing felt quite as good as walking around my apartment in the freedom of my bra and panties.
I kept my blinds slightly open, not because I'm an exhibitionist, just because it kind of got me hot that someone might see me half naked walking around.
Peeling off my suit coat, and tossing my skirt aside, I let out a deep breath. Free for the whole weekend. Thank God.
I wasn't expecting a knock on my door, but I grabbed a long teeshirt and threw it on before answering the door.
"I'm here to fix the leak."
The man's eyes roamed my body and I felt uncomfortably desired. Trying to hide behind the door, I looked into his lustful brown eyes.
"I don't have a leak." My voice was far from as strong as I wanted it to be.
"Well, that's what the office told me.
"You must have--"
Before I could finished he pushed me back into the apartment. I was so shocked I couldn't even scream as he closed and locked my door behind him. Paralyzed by fear I couldn't move or scream as he put his hands over my throat.
"Do what I tell you to do and you won't get hurt."
My heart was beating in my throat, and I felt tears sting my eyes. "Please..."
"Lie down on the floor," he commanded, his eyes glazed with want. "Now."
I did as I was told, tears slipping down my cheeks. "Please...don't."
Without much aplomb, the man began to undress himself. His laugh was gruff and frightening. "I've been watching you, you little whore."
I didn't expect the chill of anticipation that shivered through me when I knew he'd been watching me. I was supposed to be scared, but I was oddly flattered that he'd seen me and now wanted me badly enough to force his way into my apartment. I knew it was wrong, but my body didn't seem to agree.