Marian peeked out her dining room window to see if her “Adonis,” as she called him, was on schedule. Sunday morning at 10 … if he wasn’t there by 10:15, it wasn’t going to happen. Marian’s heart rate was elevated. She stood there in a bra and panties, a vibrator in her hand, peeking around the window rail, awaiting the arrival of the beautiful young man in the house across her shared back garden. She felt completely silly, but nevertheless determined. It was the best part of her week.
She had realized she could see into the young man’s bedroom quite by accident. She was serving herself dinner on a Saturday night and caught something out of the corner of her eye. Her subconscious must have noticed it, because peeping was not her intent. But, there was a foot or so gap at the top of the young man’s curtains and with the light on in his bedroom, she could easily see in. Like all the brownstone houses on the block, the buildings had very large windows. It was not unusual for people to buy standard curtains and fit them as best they could but end up with a gap. Usually, that gap at the top was not any more than an aesthetic problem. That is, unless someone was at exactly the right angle to have a view. What Marian realized, as she watched two beautiful young people making love on that Saturday night, was that she had such a view. She turned out her own lights to get an even clearer look and watched as a muscled man and a dark-haired woman engaged in vigorous coitus.
Marian felt a little guilty, but she found herself making a point of checking on that view frequently. She saw the couple once more, a couple of weeks later. Mostly, they chose to make love with the lights off, so she could not see in. But one morning she looked glanced over, and, while hard to make out, she thought she saw the young man, alone, stretched out on his bed. Marian went about reading the Sunday Times but found it quite difficult to concentrate. Unable to read more than a sentence at a time, she finally gave in to her curiosity and grabbed her birding glasses. She peered through the sheer inner curtain of her dining room window toward the back of the other brownstone.
And indeed, there he was. Even more fit and handsome than she had been able to see before, the man was, to her shock and delight, naked and slowly jerking a magnificent penis. As the young man’s ministrations became more animated, Marian found herself struggling to hold the binoculars still with one hand as her other hand rubbed her privates through her jeans. When he arched to an apparent finish, the binoculars fell from her hand with a crash. She then dropped to the hardwood floor, yanked down her jeans and panties, and rubbed one out right then and there.
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Connor woke early, pulled on his workout gear and jogged to the gym. He got there a minute before eight and was the first person other than the attendants to arrive. With the space and equipment mostly to himself, he went through a full-body circuit efficiently, performing yoga positions between free weight and machine stations. In less than an hour, he was done and ran back to his house. He made a pot of coffee, fried up some eggs and bacon, and scrolled through social media and the “paper” on his phone.
He loved this routine. He only got to do it a couple of times a month, but he found he looked forward to it more and more all the time. If his girlfriend was not in New York (she lived in D.C.), and he didn’t have any plans with friends, then Sunday morning was his alone time. Work out. Eat a paleo breakfast. Read. And then have a long, lazy pull. Maybe two. Take a nap. It was glorious.
Connor showered, grabbed lube and tissues, and climbed back into bed. He finished a news story he had been reading, then scrolled through his social media feed. He did a deep dive on some of his favorite models on Instagram and his cock began to stir. At first unconsciously, but then deliberately, Connor dragged his fingers along his body. He ever so lightly stroked the smooth skin of his penis, then brought his hand along his side and rib cage, then under his arm and over his chest and nipples. He broke out in gooseflesh as his nerves were ignited. He was, in essence, engaging in foreplay with himself.
He read a Lush Stories piece about a young cheating couple. He touched himself, but the story did most of the work to make his cock swell to its full seven-plus inches. He enjoyed the feeling of being engorged without even jacking off. Just the feeling of being hard and full of blood was, on its own, highly pleasurable. As the story reached its climax, Connor grabbed his cock more firmly, enjoying the sensation of his hard grip. He kicked off the sheets, spread his legs wide, and flipped his phone to a favorite porn star. He fondled himself all over, relishing the feel of his hard muscles. He grabbed the lube and applied a liberal amount to his oozing cock, then slowly, rhythmically stroked. The porn scene culminated with a poolside anal fuck. Connor edged himself along with the scene, bringing himself to the initial feelings of his own orgasm, then quickly pulled himself back from the brink, and tossed his phone aside.
Connor lay back and closed his eyes. He loved a long, languid pull as he played a memory, or a fantasy, over and over in his head. What would it be this morning? The anal scene prompted the thought of taking his girlfriend that way. He envisioned her on the floor of her DC apartment, in an A-frame position, grunting as he entered her there for the first time. He toyed with that for a bit, but his mind wandered.
Why jerk off to your girlfriend when you have a universe of women to think about? He thought of the pretty red-haired girl at the coffee shop with the bright smile and the pushup bra. What if he arrived at closing time and she took him into the back room? He spent several minutes imagining the hot Asian personal trainer at the gym. God, her ass was amazing. What if she pulled off her micro-shorts and sat on his face and ground herself to a squirting orgasm? She was a femdom if ever there was one.
He thought of the stylishly dressed silver-haired beauty that he often saw on the L-train. He imagined the older woman inviting him home and shedding her designer clothes as soon as they crossed the threshold. An experienced older woman might teach him some things he did not already know. And, supposedly, older women were more orgasmic. He imagined pulling on her long silver hair as they fucked doggie-style and she came and came on his hard dick.
Then he thought of Tamara, his buxom, younger co-worker. The involuntary surge in his cock told him Tamara was the fantasy he would finish with.
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Marian excitedly arranged herself. She had replaced her now broken birder glasses with a new pair of high-powered Zeiss binoculars, complete with tripod. She’d pulled a club chair from her living room and placed it next to her dining window and covered it with a towel. A small collection of sex toys was arrayed on the chair. She pulled her long silver hair into a ponytail and knelt, backwards, in the club chair as she looked through the binoculars.
Her “Adonis” had assumed his usual position. He was fiddling with his phone while caressing himself. Marian wished she could replace his fingers with her own lips and tongue. Marian touched herself for the first time, cupping her shaved vulva. The white lingerie she was wearing was purely for show. The lace of the panties left her pussy and ass completely exposed. The skimpy demi bra allowed her nipples to be open to her touch. She could just be naked of course, but the lingerie made her feel younger and sexier. The slight sag in her breasts, the hint of stretch marks on her hips, were masked by the fancy lace. In lingerie, she felt more like the knock-out young woman she had once been, rather than the “handsome” fifty-five-year-old she had become.
