He was walking through his industrial looking loft in nothing but a towel. He had clearly just gotten showered, as the beads of water were still running down his bare chest. His dark hair was flipped back expertly, as the towel rested low on his hips, knotted tight. I couldn't help but notice the impressive bulge on the front, as if he couldn't be any more perfect. He was now standing in his kitchen guzzling down water from a large sports bottle, his Adam's apple bobbing with each gulp. His tattooed chest glistened, and I couldn't take it any longer.
John's POV
I finished getting cleaned up after the gym, but I was dehydrated so I needed to get some water. I rested in my kitchen, muscles aching after that workout. I glanced out my living room windows, the total babe that lived across from me was in her living room wearing the skimpiest outfit.
Her TV was on, but she wasn't really facing it. She was moving, but I couldn't quite tell why. I found it peculiar so I walked a little closer to figure out what she was doing. I rested my palm against the brick wall of my apartment, squinting to get a better look.
I nearly choked on my water when it dawned on me that she was writhing about on the couch, touching herself. My jaw dropped, gaping open. I couldn't believe my eyes, she does know that her windows are open right? Fuck, this was the hottest thing I have ever seen in my life.
I felt my body begin to sweat all over again, as I watched her every movement. I couldn't look away even if I wanted to. Her shorts were slid down mid-thigh and her tank top was rolled up enough to expose her stomach. Her head was thrown back against the couch, her eyes squeezed shut as her fingers danced across her skin. She ran one of her fingers agonizingly slowly down her slit, she really was savoring each movement as she toyed with herself.
Finally she went to work, thrusting at a steady speed, her face contorting with pleasure. I could see her chest rising and falling with her quickening breaths, her thighs trembling slightly before she ceased all movements. I just watched the girl across the hall cum right before my very eyes.
The next day...
Y/n's POV
I awoke the next morning and trudged into the kitchen to start my coffee pot. I was awful in the mornings, I couldn't function without my caffeine fix. I yawned before plodding over to the front door to retrieve my daily newspaper, where I would do the crossword every morning like clockwork. I unlocked my door and opened it to see the familiar paper, but a bright yellow sticky-note caught my eye.
I picked up the paper in confused to see unfamiliar handwriting scrawled on the small note.
I enjoyed your little show last night. I like to play too...
Tonight, 9:30 ;)
-John
Show? What the hell is this guy talking about? I set the paper on the counter, forcing myself to recount the events of last night. I made an ass out of myself in the lobby, came upstairs to change like always, watched some TV...oh shit...
He didn't. Did he?
"Fuck!" I yell, rubbing my face in utter embarrassment. Come on, windows you idiot. If I could see every move John makes, that means he can see every move I make. What a rookie mistake, I was mentally kicking myself.
I re-read the note for the twentieth time, each time getting more curious as to his reaction. He liked it, huh? It's always the quiet ones I suppose. Tonight just got a lot more interesting...
That evening...
I walked through my apartment in a silk robe, and lingerie on underneath. Right on cue, John appeared in front of his massive windows. Even from the slight distance, I could see the intensity in his dark eyes. He was wearing a white linen button up and dark pants. He made eye contact while slowly unbuttoning his shirt, one by one.
He took his sweet time not to expose too much flesh too soon, but I was already aching. I could see slight slivers of his ink peeking out from under his shirt and I gave him a nod indicating to lose it. He smirked and removed the rest of his shirt, his abs flexing with each movement. He pointed his finger at me and mouthed "your turn." I took a deep breath and let the silk robe cascade to the floor, watching him adjust his pants.
His large hands expertly fumbled with his belt, sliding it out slowly, before he unbuttoned his pants and let them drop to the floor. He was now exposed, and more impressive than in my fantasies. He sat down and leaned back on his couch, casual and full of confidence. He pointed his finger and motioned for me to spin around. I obliged, wiggling my ass out of my lingerie, doing a little dance for him.
I turned back around to see his muscular arms resting on his thighs, working himself feverishly. He looked up at me once more as I trailed my hand down, picturing it as him. He stuck his tongue out and curled it like he was licking an ice cream cone. My eyes dilated at his suggestion, feeling myself quicken. I placed my hand on the cool glass using it as leverage, never breaking eye contact with John as we both released. He shot me a wink before disappearing into the dark hallways of his loft, probably to clean himself up.
I collapsed on my couch, completely spent after our mini rendezvous. I can't believe that just happened with my hot neighbor, wordless sex that was hotter than any boy I've had before. I couldn't help but think what it would be like to have the real thing.
I made a mental note to make another play date...
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