Erotic Series

Paying a Debt

Part 1 - View Through the Window

It was the fourth night that I’d sat at the window, peeking through the curtains. The hunk of a man who’d moved in next door was all it took for me to convert into a peeping Tom. Add the extracurricular activities exhibited in the evenings, and often late into the night, and my mind was a slideshow of wickedly indecent thoughts. My new neighbour had a kinky streak like nothing I’d ever seen before, and I was hopelessly, shamelessly addicted.

The first night I became a voyeur of his explicit ways was completely by accident. At least at first. I awoke at 2 am with the need to pee. After, I went to get a glass of water and there he was, naked as the day he was born. Ass turned my way through his opposite window. As he waltzed through his house, I followed through mine, until he came to the living room where I witnessed a woman on the floor, butt in the air, shoving the world’s largest dildo inside herself. Okay, maybe not, but it appeared to be rather big.

I turned away. But like most things that catch you by surprise, I had to look back. That evening ended with his cock in her mouth and my hand down my pants. I’d slept better than I had in months and awoke feeling refreshed and invigorated. Is it any wonder I watched him again the second night?

The first woman was there twice. But since then, each exhibition has brought someone new. He doesn’t seem to have a preference, which only helps spur my fantasies. The first was brunette, hair tinged with a bit of red. She was tall and shapely; curvaceous is the word. The second had raven black locks, cut straight at the collarbone. She was the most flexible woman I'd ever seen. Bound and fucked for hours before packing her stuff away and leaving at almost five in the morning.

So, back to night four and woman number 3. Tonight’s participant is blonde, and looks like she stepped directly out of the ‘50s. He must tell her to strip as soon as she crosses the threshold because she begins before he’s even finished closing the door. Their lips don’t move, but they stare at each other as she divests herself of clothing, handing him each piece before getting down on all fours. They trade secret words and then he grasps her chin, drawing his thumb over her freshly rouged lips, smearing lipstick across her cheek. Unceremoniously, he releases her and walks away.

She follows behind, still on hands and knees. I trail too, stalking, trying to catch glimpses of them through the windows in each adjoining room on my side of our licentious affair. Ending in the living room, just like every other time, he stands before her, waiting for something it would seem. I can’t decipher whether they are talking, but I sit in the chair that faces the window; the one that has been my perch for the past three nights.

He lowers his fly and subconsciously I lean forward as he releases his proud cock from its prison. She crawls toward him, sits up on her knees and in one swift move, takes him in her mouth and to the back of her throat. His lips move with words I can only guess at. Then bobbing, her arms come up behind her, where she clasps each elbow in the opposite hand. He fists her hair, pulling her ruthlessly back and forth, driving her mouth onto him with unfathomable speed. His eyes roll before he tilts his head back.

In mere minutes, his hips are gyrating, pumping roughly into her mouth. He holds her still as he uses her, filling her with long, hard strokes. Suddenly he stills and unsure why, I turn my eyes from his crotch, up to his face where I find him staring directly… at… me!

Shit.

At some point I’ve moved off the chair, onto the floor. My nose is inches away from the window, my hands on the glass as I stare at them, down on my knees. I realize I’ve mimicked her position with my own. No wonder he can see me. I crawl backward until my ass connects with the rear wall, hoping to put space between us. Standing, I run to the kitchen.

Through the window, I see him storming through his home. Before I can register, his front door is open, and a few loud knocks alert me he’s at my door. I think about ignoring it, but he obviously saw me and knows I’m home. I could deny it and say that I wasn’t watching, at least on purpose, but he’ll know I’m a liar.

With nothing to do, I make my way to the door. Taking a deep breath, I open it, leaving the safety chain in place.

“Hi. Can I help you?” I say with a smile and an air of innocence, which rewards me with a smirk that highlights his dimples. He’s even more beautiful up close, and I can feel my panties dampen as I take in the sight of his toned, naked chest. His jeans are on, but not buttoned. At least he tucked his cock away. A part of me wishes he hadn’t.

“Do you always watch your neighbours through the windows?”

“Well, no, of course not.” I don’t even try to deny it. Now that’s he’s here, in front of me, there seems little point. “But in my defense, the last neighbour was about 85 and looked nothing like you. If she had, I most likely would have.”

My reply has his eyebrow rising into his hairline. He seems to think on it for a second before he decides what to say.

“So, do you like what you see?”

Now it’s my turn to be surprised. I should be honest, but how honest should I be? Only one way to find out.

“Well, yes. Although tonight is moving rather fast compared to the last few. You must know each other well.”

The eyebrow is back in the arched position. I think I’ve caught him off guard. He appears to think on what I’ve said, then deciding, takes a deep breath.

“Yes, I know her well. We were looking for a third for tonight, but she cancelled. Interested?” The last part is almost whispered, like he’s unsure if he should ask.

To be continued…

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