Simon was aged in his 30's; a senior executive in London, he had never married, and was always devoted to his career first and foremost. Although he had had several short-lived (though enjoyable) relationships in his 20's, they had all failed in the end simply because of his primary focus on work.
Covid lockdowns in London 2020, interrupted the normal, seemingly inevitable and unstoppable flow of his life; it left him confused and even more alone. He tried to work from home- indeed he had no choice- but it all felt so very sterile and soulless now, functional and pointless, without any direct human interaction at all. Everyone was ordered to “Stay at Home”, and the order was legally enforcible.
He missed the minor day-to-day interactions of office life, and especially with the girls there. Many had looked up to him and admired him, and though he enjoyed that knowledge, he had always tried to avoid romantic or emotional entanglements in the office. He was fairly senior and certainly didn't want any rumours of preferential treatment to circulate. It was sometimes hard to resist the approaches by younger female executives and some other junior staff- some more blatant than others! He had nearly given way on a couple of occasions, but had always resisted in the end.
On one memorable occasion (to him), two girls had been emboldened by booze at a Christmas Party, enough to gang up on him together, in not-very-subtle moves to entrap him. He resisted, but at home that evening he relieved his tensions, picturing them both working together to seduce him. They were both very attractive young women, maybe mid-20s, and he would have been happy to please one (or both) of them in any other circumstances, but not from his position of advantage in the hierarchy. It was a conundrum, because he had no other 'social' life to call on, but he did need occasional sexual release.
He had previously joined a website devoted to written erotica, and after reading many stories, he decided that he would be quite able to write his own. He had had a literary education, to a high level, and his imagination had always been fertile. It became an outlet for his fantasies, and he enjoyed creating the scenarios for his tales, and the characters he could manipulate.
Even before the Covid lockdowns, he had sometimes resorted to online porn to relieve himself, and during lockdown, that habit grew stronger. He knew that it was a sterile and unfulfilling practice, but he told himself that he was 'learning' more about sex, in preparation for a time when he could use that knowledge to please a partner.
During the first Covid lockdown, he felt very isolated. He wanted to abide by the rules of contact (or lack of) which were imposed, but he now had much more time at home in his apartment, to think of life outside 'work'. He knew he needed a real-life partner, but he didn't even know his immediate neighbours, and now socialising was strictly banned. An hour's exercise outside once a day was allowed, but only alone.
Emma was in her late 20's, and was a conventionally attractive young woman, with shoulder length dark hair and a shapely body- ample breasts and long legs.
She worked in an office block not far from Simon's, as it happened. She was young and ambitious to succeed, and like him, had put social life on hold for a while. She resisted all the (many) approaches the men made in the office, including those from her seniors, despite the implied career benefits of complying.
It had seemed like a good investment of her time, but when lockdown was imposed, she began to wonder whether it was the right strategy for her life after all. She was entirely alone now, and longed to have a partner to share her lockdown time in her apartment. At least they could have passed the time exploring their sexual fantasies together, and perhaps discovering more about themselves, and each other, even if it didn't lead to a lifelong commitment.
She didn't even know her immediate neighbours, because she had spent so little time at home, leaving early to work, getting back late, often in the dark, working online to catch up on the day, and going to bed exhausted. With the dawn, it all just began over again... and again... and again.
She had already started to spend time on a website devoted to written erotica, and found many of the fantasies published there very arousing. There were many she found rather distasteful too, but she developed a focus of interest in exhibitionism as well as conventional straight sex... she was not very experienced, and longed to have the long drawn out sexual encounters she read about, with extended oral play (both ways) before a slow fuck, building up to an earth-shattering climax. Her mind would spin with all these thoughts, as she lost herself in the stories, and actively joined in.
She toyed with the idea of gay sex, but had never touched another woman sexually... perhaps she should, she thought, but how to even begin now? She wondered about being restrained and toyed with, but had no desire whatsoever to suffer pain or humiliation; it was the thought of being pleasured at length, perhaps blindfold, by a sensitive and understanding man, who knew how to push all the right buttons, but with her pleasure in mind, not just his own. Perhaps a woman could do that even better? But how to find such a person, whether man or woman?
In the meantime, she read avidly and pushed her buttons all by herself. She had her vibe and a large dildo to accompany her as she read of the supposed 'real life' stories others wrote. She knew that really they were probably all pure fantasy, but she was happy to suspend disbelief, at least as long as it took for her to achieve a satisfying orgasm.
This rapidly became a regular release for her, and increasingly so as lockdown rules took effect; she justified it as her permitted hour of exercise each day, in preference to jogging alone through the deserted streets. It was certainly more enjoyable, but she felt somehow guilty hiding alone in her apartment to relieve herself.
The First Encounter.
As it happened, the lockdown was imposed during an unusually mild period, and those lucky enough to have a house with gardens were envied by tenants like Simon and Emma. Their apartments were not unpleasant, by any means, and they could both count themselves very fortunate to have outdoor balcony space.
Emma took her laptop out into the open air, and logged on to her website to read.
As the story got more and more explicit, more and more arousing, she slipped off her panties and began to play with herself with one hand, while the other scrolled through the story. She hitched her short skirt up to her waist and raised one leg onto another chair, spreading her thighs to allow the warmth of the sun to reach her damp pussy.
As she read about “Simon” going down on his partner, she threw her head back and imagined him being there with her, his head between her thighs, his fingers probing her pussy as his tongue gently teased her clit. She moistened one finger in her mouth, and slipped it inside herself, with a long sigh, while her soft thumb played her swollen clit gently.
The story was a prolonged and detailed description of how “Simon” brought his partner to a quivering climax, and she felt every word, every touch, every kiss and every stroke of his tongue and of his long, elegant fingers. She began to groan and writhe in her chair, her eyes closed tight, her tongue moistening her lips, and her fingers began to plunge more forcefully into herself. Two were exploring her inner depths, seeking her G-spot, while her thumb played her clit in rhythm.
The pace increased and she knew she was about to cum, when she heard a gasp from the neighbouring balcony; it startled her enough to hold her breath and freeze quite still. Her orgasm was 'on hold' for the moment, as the adrenalin coursed through her body; should she fight, flee or fuck herself to a finish?
It was an exhilarating moment of hypersensitivity, probably lasting no more than a millisecond, but a lot can happen in such a moment of heightened awareness. Later, she would recall everything in the greatest detail, as though in super-slow-motion.
She looked up to see her neighbour for the first time ever, standing on his balcony a couple of metres away, staring open-mouthed at her. She immediately registered him as a tall and handsome man, slightly older than her, dressed in casual lockdown clothes. Even at this distance she could see a rapidly growing erection which began to bulge his loose shorts; there was no doubt that he had recognised what she was doing!
But there was no going back now; she had passed the point of no return, and in some ways his very presence added to her arousal. Her exhibitionist fantasies had become real!
She plunged her fingers even deeper into her pussy, spreading her thighs as wide as she could, in the direction of her neighbour, but closed her eyes tight. She used her other hand to rip her simple blouse open to his gaze as well, and her laptop fell to the floor with a crash, as she screamed and swore out loud, cursing again and again.
She squeezed and pulled at her breasts, pinching and pulling her own nipples fiercely, while her thighs clamped tight around her other hand, forcing it hard against her pussy and clit. She shuddered with the ecstasy of a public orgasm, witnessed by an unknown man, who could do no more than watch her performance in awe. The balconies were separated by an unbridgeable gap, though probably close enough to touch fingertips if both reached out.
As her climax subsided, she slumped in her chair and a sense of embarrassment crept over her. She looked up at her neighbour, who still stood staring wide-eyed at her in astonishment, but now leaning against the balustrade. It was very clear that he still had an enormous erection, brought on by her performance.
That vulnerability emboldened her to stand and walk towards the balustrade facing him. They were still 2 metres apart, with a void of several stories between them, right down to street level. Clearly, she was safe from his touch, if not his eyes.
Like him, she leaned against the balustrade with both hands, her blouse fluttering open in the slight breeze, and dampness oozing down her inner thighs covered only by her short skirt.
“Hello, neighbour!” she said boldly, “We've never met before, have we, but I think I've introduced myself now... I'm Emma.”
Her neighbour swallowed hard and composed himself enough to say, “Hello, Emma. I'm delighted to meet you... and that was certainly a dramatic introduction! I'm afraid I just couldn't look away... I'm sorry if you think I was intruding into your private space, but you presented such a spectacular sight. I'm not just a voyeur!”
“And are you going to introduce yourself too?” asked Emma, her confidence rising.
She almost fell to the floor in shock when he said, “Of course, my name is Simon.”
Her legs trembled and shook, and she had to pull her chair closer, to sit down. It was her turn to stare open-mouthed at her neighbour now. Her mind was spinning with all the possibilities.
She thought, “No, it can't be. But what a coincidence that is! To be observed by a real 'Simon', while she masturbated furiously to the tales of a fictional 'Simon'.
She giggled and said, “Simon, you just don't know how exciting that is!”
Her gaze drifted down to Simon's bulging shorts and she said, “Well, perhaps you do! It's very obvious that you enjoyed the show, Simon. Is there any chance that you might return the compliment? It would be a pity if you just sneaked away back into your apartment now, to relieve yourself in private!”
Simon was a little taken aback by her directness, but of course the same thought had already occurred to him. The “Simon” of his stories would not have hesitated to show himself proudly, but this was REAL life!
He wondered if he was suffering from some Covid-induced hallucination, but no, he had most certainly watched his newly-discovered neighbour bring herself to a climax and now she was asking him to do the same. Her eyes were focused on his bulging shorts, and she had, after all, asked him to perform for her! What could be the harm?
So, while Emma pulled her chair up to the balustrade and rested her arms along it, supporting her chin to watch, Simon resolved to perform like the alter ego of his fantasies. She grinned widely as he took a step back from his balustrade, and hooked his thumbs inside the waistband of his shorts, at each hip.
He lowered the waistband only slightly, but allowed the swollen red head of his cock to emerge proudly into the sunshine. His eyes were fixed on Emma's face, but hers were fixed on his cock. They remained so, as he slowly lowered his shorts, and she sighed as the full length of his hard cock emerged, pointing up at the sky, while his shorts fell to the ground.
She leaned forward eagerly as he gently stroked his cock, spreading the pre-cum which now leaked from the tip, so that the whole shaft glistened and gleamed in the sun. While she watched, she was unable to resist slipping one hand down between her thighs; the other opened her blouse again, and she briefly glanced up into Simon's eyes as she teased and squeezed her nut brown nipples.
It was clear that he approved of her encouragement, and she quickly refocused on his rigid cock, noting the pulsing veins around the surface of his rock hard erection, the twitching heavy balls beneath, and the throbbing head swelling more and more as he stroked firmly now, through one hand.
While she sat back a little to play with her pussy, and expose its inner folds to Simon again, he began to push his hips forwards through both hands. He was forcing his cock downwards, to a more horizontal angle, straight towards her, so she was looking directly at the swollen, shiny red head pushing forwards, forcing the opening to pout towards her as he reached the very end of each stroke.
“I can't wait much longer,” gasped Simon, and the pace of his thrusts through his hands rose.
Emma squeaked with anticipation, and her fingers re-entered her cunt, pushing deeper with every thrust of Simon's cock, teasing her inner walls, and her thumb twirled around her hard red clit, while her other hand squeezed and pinched her nipples.
Although there was more than a metre between them, and they could not possibly get closer, it felt to both as though they were actually touching and feeling each other. Somehow, they seemed to inhabit each others bodies, and felt their own touch as though it was the others. It was an extraordinary experience, like none they had felt before.
As Simon thrust harder and harder, faster and faster, though his own hands, Emma plunged her own fingers harder and deeper inside herself, until the inevitable moment arrived.
Simon roared with his final thrust and held his cock still, pointing towards Emma. Ribbons of creamy cum exploded from the tip towards her and her eyes widened with passion, as did her thighs, and she squealed with delight. Several spurts of cum followed; they soared over the balustrade of Simon's balcony, but could not entirely span the void, and some splashed down the outside of Emma's glass balustrade.
Emma gasped with the intense renewal of her earlier orgasm, and shook bodily as she watched Simon's spurts subside, and his white cum dribble down her glass balustrade. Not that she had much experience of such things, but it seemed a very plentiful load to her eyes, and she watched closely as he milked the final drops from his subsiding cock. She could not help but wonder about the taste!
Simon urgently needed to sit down, now that he had released his load; it had become almost painful to hold back any longer, and he shook bodily when the final release came... “la petite mort” as the French call it.
So now, they both sat, facing each other. They were both rather surprised that there was no embarrassment, but rather smiles and laughter between them. Simon chuckled while Emma giggled. Almost simultaneously, they both said “We must do this again, sometime!”
And so they did, numerous times; sex became their outdoor exercise, and they learned to make it last the permitted hour. It did not happen every day, of course, but alternatively there were long conversations about themselves, their histories and their ambitions for the future. They longed for the day when the regulations would relax and they could physically meet and touch each other.
It had soon became clear that Simon really was the actual author of the erotic tales which Emma so enjoyed. The coincidence was quite extraordinary, given the world-wide span of the website. She might not have believed him, but he could list all the stories she so enjoyed, and knew their content intimately. It was clear that he was the author she followed.
He promised he would write one for her, and this is it!
