I forgot to close the blinds [M20s/F20s] [Male and female masturbation] [Voyeurism] [Exhibitionism]

It’s been a long day. Home at last. My tiny NYC apartment, my bedroom window with a view of a brick wall and a few windows with the blinds shut tight. The thump of bass from somewhere nearby.

Need to unwind, forget the day, the overdue project, the email from my boss.

Reach for my laptop. Point and click, porn site, bodies moving in rhythm. My hand on my cock through my pants, stroking, kneading, matching that rhythm. Pants off, lube on. Taking my time. Stroking my well-lubed shaft, occasionally giving the attention to the slick, swollen head. Each time, my thighs tense.

Flicker of motion. I glance out the window.

Three facts hit me: I forgot to close the blinds. A beautiful woman is in the window across from mine. And she’s watching me.

Long t-shirt, bare legs, hair pulled back. Mischievous grin. She’s seen everything.

Suddenly I can’t breathe. I try desperately, hopelessly, to cover myself and lunge for the blinds at the same time. It doesn’t go well.

While I’m still fumbling one-handed with the blinds, she laughs and holds out her hands, mouths a word. Wait.

What? I freeze, heart pounding.

She’s gone for a few seconds, returns with her hands full. Strikes a pose, displays the objects with a flourish. She’s a game show hostess showing off the valuable prizes.

In one hand, she holds a brightly colored plastic shape. Vibrator?

In the other, a realistic dildo. Cock and balls, veins. Suction cup base. Big.

Prizes indeed.

Suddenly everything is different. My brain turns over, and I can move again. Excitement replaces embarrassment. My hand responds, slowly at first, then with more confidence. I was hiding my cock, now I’m showing it off. Sliding my hand up and down the length of it, the girth, the hardness. Giving her the sense of it.

I have her undivided attention.

She puts down the valuable prizes and pulls the t-shirt over her head. Tosses it to the side. Underneath, only black panties. No bra. Round, full breasts. Dark nipples, already stiff. She cups one, squeezes. Thumb across the peak. Eyes on me.

My heartbeat pounding in my cock.

Everything’s amplified now. The friction. The cool air. She’s running her hands over her body, watching my every move.

Hands moving lower. She presses her fingers against herself through the black fabric. Slow circles. Watching my reaction.

I stroke harder. Groan. Can she hear?

She slides her panties down, slowly, enjoying my rapt expression. Kicks the panties to the side, steps out of view for a moment. An eternity.

Returns with an office chair, rolls it to the window. Sits. Spreads her legs wide. Completely exposed—pink, swollen, slick. Our performance already has her dripping.

She raises the brightly colored toy with a grin and a wink. Pushes the button with a grand gesture. Brings it to her clit.

Immediate. Hips buck. Thighs tense. A moan I swear I can hear. The grin is gone. She rolls the vibrator in tight circles, gripping the chair.

I match her rhythm. Firm grip. Base to tip. Twist at the top. Pre-cum adding to my slickness. Wet sounds filling my bedroom. I can feel every vein in my cock, standing proud of the surface. I’ve never been so hard. The shaft is flushed dark, swollen tight, throbbing in my fist with each heartbeat. I make sure she can see it all.

She picks up the dildo. Brings it to her lips. Wraps her mouth around the head. Cheeks hollowing. Eyes locked on mine. Takes it deeper. Throat working. Saliva glistening on the shaft.

I make myself slow down. I’m getting close. Must make this last.

She pulls the dildo from her mouth, smiles wetly. Trails it down her body. Between her breasts. Over her stomach. The drops of saliva glisten on her skin. She strokes the head along her slit. Parts her lips. Coats the head with her juices.

Positions the tip. Pushes it in.

Slow. Inch by inch. Mouth falling open. Head tipping back. The thick shaft disappearing. Pussy stretching around it. It takes a while, but she takes the whole length. Holds it there. Rocks her hips.

“Jesus Christ.”

She starts fucking herself. Long strokes—pulling almost all the way out, then plunging back in. Vibrator still on her clit. Thighs trembling. Stomach taut. I swear I hear her moans through the glass.

I add more lube. Pleasure building in waves, each one higher. Breath ragged. Electric tension at the base of my spine. My fingers roll over the sensitive rim of the head—that ridge where every nerve ending lives—and my whole body jerks. I circle the frenulum, squeeze just below the crown until my vision blurs. My balls are drawn up tight, heavy, aching.

She pulls out the dildo out of her pussy. Done already? Can’t be… But no, she gets up and slaps the suction base onto the plastic seat of the chair. Pointing up, the dildo wobbles and waves. I resist the urge to wave back.

She turns around, facing me. Pauses, winks. Straddles the chair. One hand reaches down, grabs the dildo, lines it up. She lowers herself onto it. Slow. Agonizing. She makes sure I can see. I watch the thick head spread her open, her swollen lips stretching around it, swallowing it inch by inch. Her mouth falls open. Eyes squeeze shut. She sinks all the way down until her ass meets the seat and the whole length is buried inside her.

She starts to ride.

Hands gripping the chair arms. Hips rolling in a slow grind at first—forward, back, circling—working the dildo deep. Each time she rises, the silicone shining with her wetness. Then she lifts higher. Drops harder. Her breasts bouncing with each thrust. She picks up the vibrator again, presses it to her clit, and her whole body shudders.

Faster now. She’s slamming herself down, taking every inch, thighs flexing, ass clenching. I can see her juices running down the shaft, pooling on the seat. She’s drenched. Lost in it. Fucking herself like no one’s watching. Now her eyes lock onto mine, dark and wild and daring me to keep up.

I keep up.

I can feel it building, that molten pressure deep in my core, begging for release. My cock twitches hard in my grip, leaking a thick bead that rolls slowly down the underside.

She pauses. Mouths one word.

Come.

I’ve been holding back, matching her pace. Her command releases me. Back arching. Hand clamped tight. Thick hot ropes across my stomach and chest, one streak to my collarbone. Every muscle in my core pumping, spasm after spasm. A shout tears out of me, loud enough for the whole building.

The sight of my release pushes her over the edge. Body rigid. Thighs clamping. Full-body shudder. She cries out—raw, unguarded—hips jerking as it rolls through her. Tensing and releasing, waves coming slower. Loosening their grip.

Then stillness. The sound of my breath loud in my ears. Staring at each other.

My cock softening. Wet cooling on my skin. She’s slumped in the chair, chest heaving, flushed from cheeks to breasts. That same mischievous grin, but now lazy, drowsy.

Then a wave. ‘Bye. Blinds closed.

I wave back at the blank window. Dazed. Ridiculous. Alone.

The city crashes in around me.