There she is again. Right on time, just like clockwork. Tonight she’s already dressed for bed, wearing a black tank top and some pink shorts. Lying on her bed, talking on the phone. It has to be the same guy she’s been talking to every night. Or a girl, I guess. Maybe a boyfriend or girlfriend. They always call at the same time. I wonder if it’s a long distance thing, since she hasn’t had them over yet, as far as I’ve seen, anyway.
As usual, she’s smiling and laughing a lot. Soon, she’ll gradually start touching herself. Her hands running over her body through her clothes, rubbing and pinching her nipples through the shirt, sliding inside her shorts. If I’m lucky, they’ll tell her to take it all off and I’ll get to see her big, pillowy breasts unobstructed, imagining what it would feel like to squeeze them, play with them, and bury my face between them. Then I’ll watch her bare pussy as she spreads her legs, rubbing with her right hand, her fingers sliding inside to fuck herself. Looking at her face, seeing the way her eyebrows furrow and her mouth gapes open, more and more as she gets close. I wish I could read lips. Or I guess while I’m wishing for things, I wish I had one of those long range listening devices that spies use. I wonder if they sell those in stores for casual perverts like me? What I wouldn’t give to hear at least her end of the phone conversation. Her moans. I’m already hard just thinking about it.
Her bedroom window is at the perfect angle: directly across the street and just slightly down from mine. And once again, her curtains are wide open. I’m not sure if she’s leaving them open deliberately, or if she just hasn’t bothered to close them. Does she have any idea I can see her? That anyone else in the surrounding units of my building could easily see into her room as she lies on her bed playing like that? Is she letting me watch? Teasing me? She hasn’t caught me yet, as far as I’ve been able to tell. It’s possible she’s just too wrapped up in the hot phone sex to notice, but I like to imagine she’s putting on a private show just for me.
It’s picking up now. She’s still holding the phone to her ear with her left hand while the right brushes over her stomach lightly, playing with the hem of her tank top. Now her hand is sliding under the shirt and up, and she’s cupping and squeezing her breasts, playing with her nipples. I wonder how specific her phone friend’s instructions are. Are they telling her how to touch, or just where? I’m stroking now, standing at my window and watching her.
There goes the tank top. Fuck. I stroke faster as my eyes are drawn to her big tits, her light pink, barely visible areolas, and her darker pink nipples, pebbled hard as she pinches her fingers lightly around them. I bet they’re super sensitive; she’s always pretty gentle about touching herself there. Her eyes are closed now. She must be imagining whatever image or scenario they’re painting for her as she touches herself. Reacting to their words. Her thighs are rubbing together a bit, her knees bent up. I wonder if her pussy is already clenching. God, I want to feel that. I want to feel how wet and tight she’d be around my fingers, around my cock, sliding all the way deep into her.
I wonder how much of my cock she could take. I had to smile the first time I saw her use her dildo. Not just because it’s so hot that she has one, which it is. But I also couldn’t help noticing that it’s a fair bit smaller than I am. The only thing hotter than seeing the surprised, eye-widening look on a girl’s face when she sees my cock for the first time, is the sound she makes when I’m pushing inside of her as far as she’ll let me go. It turns me on so much to imagine her doing that.
Her shorts are coming off now. And panties, if she was wearing any underneath. Fuck, I’m getting close already. She’s spreading her legs, touching herself all over her chest, her stomach, her thighs, taking her time to reach her pussy. Her eyes are closed, clearly getting lost in the fantasy with her partner. It would be so fucking hot to be there with her right now: holding my finger to my mouth, signaling her to be quiet. Taking the phone and putting it on speaker, dropping it on the bed beside her. Listening to her friend describing their fantasy and then acting it out for her. Listening to her moans, feeling her body reacting to my touch. Looking up and meeting her eyes, her face flushed with pleasure. Helping her to each orgasm as quietly as possible so her friend wouldn’t suspect a thing. Oh fuck, I’m cumming! Shooting spurt after spurt, straight into the window. Mmmmm, fuck!
She’s still barely even touching; they’re taking it slow tonight. I’m still hard, still stroking, still thinking about being there in her apartment and gently nudging her thighs further apart as I crawl between them. Looking up at her while my tongue explores her pussy and massages her clit. Hearing her moans as she tells her friend how good it feels, letting them think she’s talking about them and their words as she plays with herself.
Her fingers are picking up speed, her hips writhing slowly. I want to feel her grinding on my face like that as I eat her pussy and suck on her clit. Imagining her wetness on my face; her taste, her smell. Watching and feeling her getting close. Hearing her breathing heavier, moaning louder. Fuck, I’m getting close again, too. I’m going to cum when she does, thinking about how good it would feel knowing she was cumming for me. She’s writhing more, her whole body in motion. Her spare hand is squeezing her breasts. Her back’s arching. She’s just about… there. Fuck, her whole body writhing out of control now, rocking on the bed as she cums, still rubbing her clit. Mmm, fuck! Cumming again! Stroking and then squeezing just below the head of my cock, feeling the pulsations as more streams of cum shoot against my window.
I want to feel how wet she is after that. I’d want to make her so wet, with my mouth and her own juices, until my big cock could just slip into her pussy. I want to feel the tightness as her swollen lips squeeze around me, pushing in deeper, lowering myself onto and into her. Seeing if she could take all nine inches of my hard cock. Thrusting slowly, alternating shallow and deeper thrusts as her pussy adjusts to my size, squeezing around me. Mmm. I want to feel her hands on my chest, or around my back, her nails digging into my skin, her legs wrapped around my hips and squeezing.
She’s still going, still rubbing. They’re having her go for another orgasm. She usually goes for two or three, whether she’s on the phone or just by herself. If she gets one of her toys out, it can be more. So far, I’ve just seen the dildo and a smaller vibrator. I wonder if there are any others in that drawer in her nightstand, or if she’d be open to using any others. She seems like the type of girl who would be down to try some different things. Fuck, all the possibilities rushing through my mind are keeping me hard, and making me stroke again.
She’s getting up, rolling over, moving onto all fours. Her right hand is still between her legs, rubbing her clit. She’s pulling a pillow to rest on while she touches herself with her ass up in the air. So hot. I want to squeeze her ass cheeks in both of my hands and give them a smack before sliding into her from behind. My cock would be so deep inside of her that way. I wonder how far she’d let me go, how hard she’d let me fuck her. It would feel so good to just let go and pound her pussy while she touched herself like that. I wonder if she’s ever had her ass played with. I bet she’d like it. Rubbing my thumb on her asshole while I fuck her. Feeling her cum on my cock, squeezing around me. I bet that’s what she’s imagining with her friend. Probably a guy. Oh fuck, she’s cumming again already. Her body rocking, toes curling. That’s so hot.
I bet she’ll go again. I wonder how many times I could make her cum on my cock like that. Feeling me so deep in her pussy, making her stretch around me, playing with her ass while she rubs her clit or holds her vibrator against it. I’d tell her to do that, wanting to feel the vibrations on my cock.
Fuck, there she goes again. Her orgasms are getting closer together. It seems like they come easier after the first one, and get more intense as she goes. She’s really writhing now, her thighs shaking. Her roommate’s room is dark - I bet she’s home alone. She must be getting pretty loud with it now. God, I want to hear that.
Fuck, she’s still not stopping. He’s really pushing her. It must be a guy, wanting more of her pussy on his cock. I wonder if he’d really be able to hold on this long, if he was fucking her, or if he could stay hard and keep going like I do.
It’s tempting to think about planning a time to casually bump into her around the neighborhood. I’d try to flirt with her enough to catch her interest, and hopefully to find out whether she’d be open to another hookup, or if the thing with her phone sex friend is serious. I have to just go for it soon; I bet we’d have a lot of fun together if we tried.
She’s cumming again. Number four. Fuck. I bet she’d make the fucking sexiest sounds cumming over and over on my cock like that. It would be so hot to see how far I could push her. To see how many times I could make her cum, fucking her hard and fast. Fucking through her orgasms to see how long I could extend them.
I think she’s stopping. I wouldn’t stop. I’d keep going, keep filling her with more and more of my cum until she was forcing me to stop, or to give her a break at least. Until she’d really had enough. I bet she could go at least a few more times before getting to that point, though.
She’s lying back down now, on her back. Still naked, still talking to the guy, some light touching here and there: her breasts and chest, her stomach. I’ll take the opportunity to go grab some paper towels, to clean up the mess on my window. Still watching as I clean, wanting to see what she’ll do after she gets off the phone. After he’s gone.
She’s hanging up now. Getting up from the bed, pulling her panties back on. I can see them now: light pink and lacy. Then she puts back on the tank top and shorts before leaving the room. I’m guessing to go to the bathroom. I sit down at my desk, browsing on my computer for some porn while I wait, lightly stroking my still-hard cock, and trying to decide if I want to go for a third. I look for videos that’ll make me think of her, taking my cock from behind like that.
When she comes back into the room, she looks like she’s getting ready for bed. She comes to the window, finally closing the curtains. Probably just to block out the sun in the morning since she has an east-facing window; she doesn’t seem overly concerned with privacy. One of these times, I should try to let her see me. I’m really curious to see what she would do. For some reason, I have a feeling she would like it and keep leaving the curtains open for me. Maybe she’d even start checking for me, too. Or I could be way off and she could call the police. I would be surprised if she did that after seeing my cock, though.
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