My neighbor 43 watched me 26 masterbate

When this story took place I hadn’t been dating for a while and was a bit lonely. Naturally that led to forming a habit of getting myself off right after coming home from work. One day I forgot to close the curtains while I was already lying in bed. My apartment was pretty high up from the street so nobody can see me if I’m lying down. At least that’s what I thought.

I pull down my boxers and I close my eyes, picturing this attractive, blonde woman I saw on the subway home. I imagine her hand on my cock instead of mine, just staring at me in this controlling way as she does it. Her top buttons undone, her cleavage on full display. Just as I’m getting close I briefly open my eyes and check the window. Thats when I spot someone looking at me from the second story window across the street. A woman. We lock eyes for a split second. Fuck, I think I know her.

I immediately roll over on my side and pull the covers over my exposed bottom half. I put on my pants and pull the curtains closed. From now on I’m keeping them that way.

The next day I couldn’t stop thinking about what happened. I’m so embarrassed she saw me. I think I only met her once before, but I remembered her name. Stacy. That night something strange happened. When I closed my eyes I no longer saw that subway lady, but pictured her looking at me in the window.

A few days later I was walking home from work and boom. Stacy was out watering her plants in the front yard. She was a petite older woman, wearing a tight floral dress. Brown hair and beautiful green eyes. As I pass by her she takes one look at me and I can just tell she recognizes me. I feel sweat form on my forehead. I take a turn and B-line toward my building. In that quick motion my foot catches a lip in the sidewalk and I fall onto the pavement.

“Oh my, are you okay?” Stacy asks, walking toward me.

I tell her I’m fine but she looks at my hands. One of them was pretty scraped up and bleeding a bit.

“Come inside, I’ll get you a bandaid and some neosporin” she says

I tell her its fine but she goes into her apartment. I just wait in her front yard while my hand is bleeding until she comes back with a little first aid kit. Stacy wipes off my hands and gives me a bandaid. Her soft skin presses against mine and I feel a small motion in my pants. Just as I thank her and head on my way she stops me and whispers.

“By the way, that wasn’t the first time I caught your little show. Next time leave your window open until the end”

When I get home I open the curtains and lay down on my bed. I see Stacy is in her window. That night she watched me stroke myself to completion. I was looking at her too, expecting to maybe see her join me. The entire time she just sat still watching me. It was hot, but also made me wonder. What was she getting from watching me?

After that night I was still nervous about leaving my window open, so the next day I thought I’d press my luck and knocked on her door. I could see lights on but can’t tell if she is home. What’s even my plan here? What if her husband answers? Right before I’m about to give up, the door opens and Stacy is standing in front of me. She’s wearing yoga pants and a tight-fitting top just unzipped enough to show her cleavage. She is at least 10 years older than me, but her body is really something.

“Can I help you?” She asks while leaning against the door way. Her beautiful green eyes are staring into mine. I have no idea what to say.

Seeing that I’m nervous, she just invites me in. I sit down on her couch and we get to talking while she pours a drink. I learn she has been living alone since the divorce with her ex-husband a year ago. From how it sounds, she was the bread winner and kept the place. I told her a bit about me and thanked her for the bandaid the other day. I was really just trying not to mention the subject on both our minds.

Stacy comes back from the kitchen and sits down in the chair across from me, sipping some wine. Things got quiet all of a sudden.

“So, would you like to talk about why you came over?” She leans forward.

“I, uh, I don’t really feel comfortable leaving my curtains open anymore”

“That’s a shame. You didn’t like me watching you?”

“No, I did”

She gets up from her chair and sits on the coffee table right in front of me. Our knees are touching. She leans in close.

“Afraid someone else might see?” She says looking into my eyes.

I nod.

“Hmm. What if you put on a private show, just for me?” She puts her hand on my thigh. I can feel my dick growing in my pants.

“Like right now?” I ask

She smiles and goes back to her chair.

“Mmhmm. I’ll just sit right here and watch you” she leans back into her big cushy chair, spreads her legs and gets comfortable.

“I think you can lose the pants now, sweety”

I look down and my boner is pitching a tent. I feel sweat run down my face as I undo my belt and expose my throbbing cock to Stacy. She unzips her top a little more, showing off her breasts in a tight sports bra. I push my pants and boxers down to my ankles and start to stroke. Stacy looks me up and down. I sink into the couch and stroke faster, looking at her body, hoping she shows me more. Her seductive stare turns me on even more. I look down at her tight pants covering whats between her legs. She notices and slowly closes her legs. Fuck, she isn’t even touching herself. Just sitting there watching me. Fully clothed. As I get myself closer I see her bite her lip. Her hand touches her thigh and I notice the smallest movement of her hips. I get even closer as I imagine feeling her body and slipping inside her wet pussy.

“Oh, fuck” I say out loud. I hear her make the smallest sound in reply as cum erupts from my cock all over my body.

I relax into the couch in pure bliss, panting and sweaty. She immediately gets up and grabs a paper towel. With urgency, she wipes me up and pulls up my pants. Before I know it I’m rushed out the door.

In the doorway she gets close to me and whispers “Lets do this again, sometime soon”

Right before the door shuts I notice a wet spot on her yoga pants right between her legs.

Suffice to say, this wasn’t the last time I saw Stacy. Let me know if you’d like to hear more.