Look Again

I had a feeling Heidi was going to bail on me… I guess I was right.

Damn it. And I’m working late the rest of the week, so probably can’t reschedule.

I was really looking forward to seeing her and Lucien again.

I never really just click with people the way I did with them, especially couples, but it was like an instant ‘I-get-you’ and ‘you-get-me’ with both of them.

Oh, and Simon was going to come tonight, too.

Damn… I really wanted to meet him. I’m 99% sure Heidi is trying to make a foursome happen based on the not-so-subtle hints she’s been dropping in the group chat, but… there’s always next time, I guess.

Well… guess I’m on my own tonight.

“Oh, and you’re so good at staying quiet?”

“Better than you.”

At least someone’s having fun tonight.

“Sit down.”

Who is that?

Sounds like… yeah, that’s you.

You have such a recognizable laugh. Sweet… a little mischievous.

Living across from you, it’s something I hear a lot.

You and your husband have been living there for… almost a year now, I think.

Even though we’re in two separate buildings, your bedroom window is just a few feet away from mine. The alley that separates us is so narrow. I try not to, but it’s kind of hard to avoid eavesdropping on you two, especially because you tend to leave the window open.

You either really don’t care if your neighbors hear your private moments, or you want us to…

“Oh, that feels good. You can do it tighter.”

You two are… doing something intimate tonight by the sounds of it.

“You’re so bad. You love it, don’t you?”

“Maybe.”

“You want everyone to hear what I’m going to do to you…”

“Mmhm…”

Hearing you two have sex is… not unusual. I mean, it’s just part of living in the city. Apartments are so close, walls are thin and all that.

But it kind of sounds like you’re trying to be heard tonight, and… I kind of can’t help but listen in.

“Fuck, you look so good like that. You think he’s listening?”

“I hope so…”

Wait, what…?

You… you hope someone’s listening.

Are you…? You’re not talking about me, are you?

You must be right in front of the open window if I can hear you this clearly…

I… fuck, I probably shouldn’t do this… but… it really sounds like you’re talking about… me.

Just going to open the curtain a little…

Shit…

I don’t even know how to process what I’m seeing right now.

You’re sitting in a chair facing the window… facing my apartment. And you’re completely naked. Your husband is on his knees in front of you, bent over… with his head between your legs.

“Oh… fuck yeah…”

It looks like you’re… whoa. I didn’t know you guys were into bondage. Your wrists are bound to the arms of the chair with rope.

“Yeah, suck on my clit…”

Did you…?

Okay, maybe this is wishful thinking… but it almost seems like the chair is positioned perfectly in my line of sight.

You’re directly centered in the window. It seems intentional, like it’s for me, but… I can’t say for sure.

We’ve always kind of… I don’t know, flirted, I guess, whenever we cross paths. A few times, you’ve mentioned inviting me over for dinner or drinks or whatever. But you always mention your husband, and so… I just never really knew what you’re getting at.

Now… hearing you talk about wanting to be heard… seeing you tied to a chair directly facing my window…

“Can you tell how wet you are already?”

“Yeah.”

“Show me how good it feels. Be loud for me.”

My heart is racing in my chest. And…

I’m getting hard. My cock is straining against my boxers. And I want to see more.

Without thinking, I step closer to the window and slowly tug the curtain to the side.

His hands are gripping your thighs, keeping you still as he buries his face between your legs.

“You like showing off, don’t you? So dirty for me…”

“Mmm, baby…”

“Tell me what you want.”

“I want you to fuck so hard I can’t help but scream… I want everyone to hear.”

“God, I love that filthy mouth of yours. Come here.”

I can see your arms straining a little against the rope as his head sinks back down between your legs.

I press my palm into my cock and stroke myself through my boxers. Fuck, I’m throbbing… I just want to hear more… see more.

Your tits are bouncing a little as you struggle in the chair… it’s like you can’t control yourself. You look so fucking hot like this.

And now you’re looking at me.

There’s a soft, naughty smile on your face as your eyes meet mine.

I can actually see you biting down on your bottom lip. You arch your back a little, almost like you’re pushing your breasts out for me.

You give me a little nod, confirmation that you want me to keep watching.

“Oh, that feels so good… right—right there…”

A chill runs through me as I stroke myself faster… I hold your gaze as I squeeze along my shaft.

Oh… fuck.

There’s this… look in your eyes. This intensity… all focused on me. Like I’m just as big a part of your pleasure as your husband is.

Are you thinking about me…? About what I’d do if I was in the room with you…?

You’re so turned on, aren’t you?

I can see it in your face… and the way your fists are clenched together…

“Mmm, fuck, yes… your mouth feels incredible.”

You’re getting louder. I can’t quite see what he’s doing, though.

Is he still eating you out? I think so, but…

He’s fucking you with his fingers, sliding them in and out of your pussy…

How needy are you right now? How wet are you? God, I want to know.

Those moans are killing me.

“He’s watching us.”

“Yeah? You think it’s turning him on?”

“Yeah… don’t hold back.”

Oh, god. Hearing you talk like that… about me. And knowing your husband is into it too… fuck.

I spread my precum over my shaft with my thumb and stroke myself faster…

Your eyes meet mine again, and… this feels like the right moment. I drop my boxers to the ground and lean against the window frame.

That look on your face… guess you’re enjoying the view yourself.

Yeah, this is what you wanted, isn’t it? You wanted me to hear you, wanted me to jerk off for you… give you a show in return.

“Rub my clit, rub my clit… really fast, like that.”

I drag my hand up and down, stroking myself over and over again…

His head keeps bobbing down between your legs. Every few seconds, he pauses and… drags his mouth over your inner thighs… or leans forward and takes your nipple into his mouth.

The way you’re trying to get more of him in you… rocking your hips up and down.

“I don’t—I don’t care who hears us. I want everyone to know, baby.”

His head is deep between your legs, just devouring your pussy. Moving his tongue all over your sensitive clit. His arm is moving fast… fucking you with his fingers. Sliding in and out of you…

“This perfect pussy… you’re going to cum all over my mouth.”

You can’t keep my gaze anymore. Your head rolls back as the pleasure becomes too much.

Almost as soon as the pleasure has passed through you, he’s on his feet. He works at untying the restraints around your wrists.

Shit. I can’t see what he’s doing.

Another little shot of worry runs through me. It’s not already over, is it? Maybe he wants you all to himself now.

I lean in a little closer. I can’t take my eyes away.

He circles you, kissing your shoulder from behind before offering you a hand to help you up.

“I want your cock inside of me.”

“Tell me how bad you want it.”

He guides you toward the window and… you’re both coming towards me.

Getting closer and closer as you lean forward and place both hands against the window sill, both of you facing me, him behind you with his hands around your hips.

I back up slightly so you can see more of me through the window. I take my hard cock in my hand and stroke it hard… fast…

“I want it so bad. I need you to fuck me.”

“I know… I know you need it. So naughty for me…”

Your eyes meet mine again as you arch your back, positioning yourself for him.

He glances across at me before turning his focus to you. There’s so much urgency in your voice, but… he’s making you wait.

He takes his time dragging his mouth across the back of your neck… over your shoulder, your back… down towards your ass.

“Oh, please. Please. I need it right now, baby…”

I see a brief moment of desperation flash across his face. He needs you, and he needs you right now.

I can’t see anything below your waist, but from the look on your face, I know the exact moment he enters you.

Your mouth falls open, and you squeeze your eyes shut as he thrusts into you.

He picks up the pace, hard and fast, and I stroke my cock to match the rhythm. I can imagine your thighs shaking, your knuckles turning white against the window sill.

“Tell me I’m yours.”

“You’re mine. All mine.”

“Fuck, yes. Fuck me like that, just like that. Use me…”

“Take it, baby. Fuck…”

“I want to cum, I want it. Please…”

Without slowing down, he gathers a fistful of your hair and pulls your head back. The look on your face is so desperate… desperate to cum, desperate for me to watch.

“Yeah, like that. Keep going…”

“Yeah, watch him. Look at him while I fuck you. You like that, don’t you?”

“Yes, fuck—yes.”

I brace myself with one hand against the window frame, giving you a closer look at my cock as I work it faster in my hand.

Oh, fuck. Fuck, I’m close. I… oh, I need to cum.

“Yeah, I’m so close, I’m so close!”

“Yeah, fuck, that’s good…”

Goosebumps wash over me. I feel… dazed… and spent as I watch him thrust into you a few more times, riding out his own orgasm.

Holy shit.

I can’t find any thoughts, all I can do is replay what just happened in my head. I blink my eyes a few times before straightening up to look at you again.

My eyes come back into focus, and I meet his gaze first. He gives me a short nod before slipping his boxers on and moving out of view.

It’s just us, staring at each other. Your cheeks are flushed red, and your hair is spilling over your shoulders.

I watch as you bend over and pick up a silk robe off the floor. You drape it over yourself and hesitate for just a moment… letting me take in one more glance of your naked body before wrapping it completely around yourself.

You give me a shy little smile before drawing your curtains closed.