Apartment With A View 2


Being a security guard is not one of the most intellectually
stimulating of occupations. Actually 99% of the time it is the most
boring job in the world, but that other 1% of the time…….

Mike was an old high school friend of mine, in fact I was the one that
got him the job with the security firm. His post was a large condo
under construction down on Brickell Ave. Mike worked the evening shift
from 4 to midnight when he was relieved by another guard. I was the
area supervisor. Today Brickell is all 15 to 20 story condos but back
then it still had it’s share of 3 and 4 story apartment buildings and
bayside homes.

One Saturday I received a call from the late shift guard that he was
sick and couldn’t make it in. Saturday night was the worst time as we
could never find another guard on such short notice. I would have to
fill in for him, another 16 hour day in front of me! Around 5 PM Mike
called from his post, he was dizzy, with a headache and very sick to
his stomach. Damn, now I had to work the building all night. I wasn’t
looking forward to walking around a construction site all night,
particularly a Saturday night.

When I arrived at the construction site Mike was already sitting in
his car waiting. “Well buddy, I’m screwed this time. Your relief isn’t
coming in either and I’m stuck here all night. You feel good enough to
give me the run down”? I said

“Yeah, nothing to it, time stamp the clock on each of the first three
floors at least twice and keep the gates closed. Try not to fall off
the floors the walls aren’t up yet, oh and check the seawall for
anyone trying to get in from the back. It’s always quiet so you should
be OK. Sorry about your night but…… must have been something I ate”!
Mike replied.

“Get out of here and go get some rest” I replied as he slowly drove
off.

“Well lets get a lay of the land while there is still some light “ I
thought. I walked around the building, a luxury condo of about 15 or
20 floors, swimming pool and deck out back, and a beautiful view of
the bay. To the south side of the building stood another condo of
about the same size that had opened the year earlier. To the north
stood a 4 story older apartment house not 75 feet away. Each apartment
had sliding glass doors and a small open brick balcony. Neither the
building I was in nor the apartment house had any outside lights,
making navigation slow and careful, good thing I had a flashlight with
new batteries, I would need them.

My shift went rather smoothly, if a little boring. I dutifully punched
the clocks making my rounds, the flashlight becoming more important as
the sun set and the building became enveloped in darkness. I had a
wonderful view from some of the mid story floors. A gentle cooling
breeze swept through the open building only hampered by a piece of
lumber as a temporary guardrail. It felt good up here, besides I could
see the whole site.

I found a used cable spool, like what we made coffee tables out of in
the 60’s, pulled it over to about 10 feet from the edge and made this
my command post, at least a seat not on the dusty floor. I sat on the
spool enjoying the evening. From the corner of my eye I noticed a
light go on in the building next door. I watched the lighted apartment
more of curiosity than anything. Soon another apartment was
illuminated, a man walked to the glass doors and pulled the curtains
closed. In another apartment an elderly couple was sitting on a couch
watching TV. A woman was fixing something in the kitchen on the second
floor. It was like watching a documentary on TV… “Domestic Life”, in
color! Except this was in real life and I could see every aspect from
only 75 feet away.

I continued to watch the apartment building along with the moon
shimmering over the warm bay waters. My butt was getting sore from the
hard wood of the spool, besides I needed to make my rounds. I checked
out the site, everything was locked and OK. My car was downstairs and
I made my way there to get a cold drink, I also picked up a blanket
from the trunk to sit on and a pair of 10 X 50 binoculars. That way I
could see every inch of the construction site without having to move.
Looking up at the dark tower before me I could not see into the floors
they were so dark, great to see without being seen.

Returning to my makeshift seat I sat down and intently scrutinized the
scene below, especially the apartment building. More lights were on
now, I watched each one for signs of life, occasionally getting
glimpses of someone walking around, watching TV.

One apartment the light came on in the bathroom, I could see only a
silhouette through the frosty glass. She opened the window and got
into the shower, I grabbed my binoculars only to be disappointed by
the height of the window. But I could see she was young and pretty. I
kept my binoculars trained on her, ignoring all the other apartments.
I heard a phone ring and watched as she grabbed a towel and ran for
the phone in the living room. Here I had a perfect view as she
answered the phone dressed in only a towel, water running down her
shoulders, dripping on the floor. She was only a floor or so below me
and so close with the binoculars I felt I could reach out and touch
her. She abruptly ended the conversation, slammed the phone down and
stomped off to her bedroom. The light went on in there but to my
dismay the drapes were closed.

I turned my attention to the other apartments. Still just the usual,
bathroom lights turned on and off but nothing much, at least what I
could see. In the apartment with the woman from the shower, she
eventually emerged from her bedroom, messed around in the kitchen and
took a seat in front of the TV. She stayed there a while before
becoming bored , then opened the sliding glass doors and stood out on
her balcony looking sideways to the bay waters. She glanced up at the
building I was in, but there was not much to see in the darkness.

A light went on in the apartment on the top floor at the end around
10. A couple had just arrived home. I watched as they went into the
bedroom to change clothes. Being on the top floor and across from a
dark construction site they didn’t bother closing the drapes. He began
to get undressed first pulling off his shoes, shirt, then pants.
Dressed in only his shorts he walked back to the kitchen. She was next
pulling off her shirt and jeans. I watched her through the binoculars,
my heart was beating faster and harder at the anticipation. She had
her back to the window as she reached behind her back and unsnapped
her bra. She pulled it from her and dropped it onto the bed, she moved
to the side slightly and stood in front of a full length mirror. She
reached up to her breasts, slowly rubbing the redness from the bra.
She had nice, small breasts with just a bit of a sag to them. Her body
was firm and tanned. She stood in front of the mirror oblivious to my
watching her. She ran her hands down her body feeling the flatness of
her stomach before reaching the waistband of her bikini underwear. She
hooked her fingers in the waist band slowly bent over and pulled them
down. Straightening up she picked up her panties with one foot and
tossed them over to the closet. My cock immediately hardened at the
sight, I had to move my position to help release the tightness in my
uniform pants. The woman rubbed her body from her breasts to her
stomach, her hand moved lower to the thick mat of light brown hair at
the V of her thighs, She lightly ruffled the hair making it fuller,
softer. My cock was straining for release as I watched her through my
binoculars. The binoculars power gave me the vantage of being the
equivalent of only 20 feet from her! Turning she walked the few feet
to the bed and sitting down on the edge leaned over to open a drawer,
her breasts hung down, shaking with her movements. I was in ecstasy,
no wonder Mike liked the post. Did he come up here to spy on the
neighbors too?

My woman in the apartment found what she was looking for, standing up
she pulled on a very loose pair of drawstring shorts. She left her top
bare and walked out of the bedroom to the living room and sat down on
a couch opposite to the TV and at right angles to me. Her man came out
of the kitchen carrying a plate of food and two glasses. He sat down
next to her blocking my view.

I quickly scanned the other apartments. In one apartment I could just
make out the form of a couple in bed having sex. Their bedroom was
only illuminated by the light from the bathroom and the drapes were
only half open. They were under the spread but I could make out the
humping action of the man on top.

“Damn, if only the lights were on! Oh well they are under the covers
anyway” I thought

Scanning the other apartments I could still see the woman on the
balcony sitting in her chair in the half darkness. In another I could
see into the bathroom as a woman got out of the shower reaching for a
towel to wrap around her wet, nude body. I watched as she stood in
front of the mirror combing her short black hair. She took the towel
from around her and squeezed the last drops of water from her hair
before combing her hair again. She was older, in her forty’s I
guessed. Well preserved, a little paunch in her lower stomach and her
ass wasn’t as firm, having a little spread. Her tits were very large
and full, hanging heavy from her chest. The nipples were hard from the
exposure after the shower.

I watched her, my cock regaining the hardness from my earlier
voyeuristic episode. A shifted my position, should I release my cock
and beat off? Would it be right? I rubbed myself through my pants,
could anyone see me? I quickly looked around, hell there was no one
here. Besides I was sitting in a dark building. I unzipped my uniform
pants, reached inside and pulled my underwear down to fee my hard
cock. I pulled it out of my pants giving me release from it’s
confines, it felt good to be exposed.

I held the binoculars in one hand my cock in the other watching the
older woman at the dressing table. She had finished combing her hair
and was blow drying it, each time she shook the dryer her tits would
move and slap against her chest. I slowly and softly stroked my cock
excited with the thrill of observing her actions.

I looked up from my show to see if there was any other activity in the
other apartments. The couple was still sitting on the couch, his body
still blocking my view. I could see the first woman still sitting on
her balcony, sipping a drink. I returned to the older woman.

She had moved from the bathroom to the bedroom. Here I found her
laying back on her bed, the drapes were open and blowing in the
breeze. The room was illuminated by a bedside lamp. I raised my
binoculars to my eyes to better see her. She lay there with her legs
just slightly spread. Her tits were flattened and off to each side of
her chest but still an impressive mound. She was slowly rubbing her
hand through her pubic hair, searching for her button. Finding it I
watched as she rubbed small circles around and around. My cock was
harder than ever, my chest felt tight, my heart pounding. I began to
really stroke my cock, wanting to cum while watching this older woman
masturbate herself. I could see her chest rise and fall with her heavy
breathing as her hand pleasured herself. The other hand was now
pulling and pinching her nipple, occasionally reaching under her tit
to lift and weigh their heft. She was clenching her legs tight
together shaking as with a fever as she rubbed through her hair. I was
keeping pace with her stroking with my own. She was moaning with
pleasure although I could not hear her, I could only watch her knowing
the sounds escaping her lips. She arched her back lifting her ample
ass off the bed as her orgasm overcame her. She shuddered and grabbed
the bed spread on either side of her as her orgasm slowly subsided.

I was trying to keep pace with her pulling my cock, seeking release. I
was almost there when she turned away from me and turned off the light
by the bed, putting her apartment in darkness. “No, not yet” I
groaned, “No, no , damn” I slowed the pulling on my cock,
disappointed.

I looked at each apartment that had lights on to no avail. A few had
various persons watching TV. Two couples were playing backgammon,
nothing remotely exciting. The first woman was still sitting on her
balcony with her legs up on the decorative open block wall. She looked
like she was drinking something as I could see a flash of glass in
front of her.

“Please, let something happen” I thought.

As on cue the lights went on in a bedroom I had not looked at before.
A lone young girl in her late teens or early twenties was getting
undressed.

“Yes, please show me”

The young girl was quick to disrobe. Standing in the lights of her
room, I could see she had the body of an athlete. Small tits topped by
small nipples and soft pink areola, her stomach was taunt and
muscular. Her ass was high and tight with hollows on each side, I
could imagine her small ass cheeks in each hand as I pulled my body to
hers.

I was erect again as I watched the unfolding strip tease. I would not
be denied this time. I stroked my cock once again with one hand as I
watched using the binoculars with the other. The binoculars were so
powerful and she so close I could make out a small mole on the right
cheek of her ass. She continued to undress until all she was wearing
was a pair of high heeled pumps. She turned to a radio and turning the
volume up started to dance. I watched as she bumped and grinded to the
beat. Her small tits were giggling to her movements. My cock was
uncomfortable just sticking out of my fly so I stood up and unbelted
my pants and let them and my underwear drop to my ankles before
sitting back down. I had exposed all of my cock and balls and they
felt good to be out of the tight confines of the pants. I pulled on my
heavy sack as I pulled my cock with the other hand. I was close enough
to see my unwitting partner as I masturbated to her dancing.

I stood up to better pull my cock and balls. I rubbed my cock to the
beat of her dancing. My cock was hard straining for relief watching
her dance, her tight ass moving in a sensuous pulsating rhythm. I
watched her until the music stopped, when it did her dance ended as
well. She quickly walked to the bathroom where the light came on, my
view hidden behind the frosted glass of the closed window.

“No, not again”! I was frustrated beyond endurance.

I saw a movement from the woman sitting on her balcony. She rose to
her feet, looked back at the building. and walked back into the
lighted living room.

“Shit…. Did she see me”? I wondered “No, I’m in the dark and two
floors above her, she couldn’t have. I better watch to see if she goes
for the phone to call the cops. Help there’s a guy sitting in a
building jerking off”! Yeah right. “I laughed it off.

She didn’t go to the phone. She walked to her bedroom put something up
and walked back to the living room. The living room was brightly lit
by overhead lights as well as lamps, one by the couch and the other a
floor lamp by an overstuffed chair that faced the balcony. She sat
down in the chair.

I softly and slowly stroked my half hard cock. The woman sank into the
chair, She was wearing a pair of shorts and a large men’s undershirt.
Her movements gave me a good view of her ample chest and the creamy
white softness of her breasts. She had long dirty blond hair, her lips
were painted a bright red, to match her finger nails and toenails. She
crossed and uncrossed her legs constantly in a restless manner. She
stroked her thighs, it looked like absently mindedly. Gradually she
began to rub her breasts through her shirt, first with the sides of
her arms, gradually becoming more obvert and using her hands. I could
see through the binoculars her nipples harden and their darkness
through the thin material of the shirt. One hand reached under her
shirt to squeeze a nipple, she rolled her head back as she continued
to squeeze and pinch. Both hands reached down to the tail of the shirt
and standing up she removed the shirt. My cock involuntarily jerked at
the sight of her topless. She caressed both breasts in her hands
looking as she was milking them for me. As she ran her hands to the
nipples she would give each a pinch. Her areola visibly wrinkled from
the excitement.

My cock was as hard as it could have been, it throbbed for her, lusted
for her. I stroked it as if my hand was a pussy. Wanting her.

She bent over from the waist and reaching to her sides pulled down her
shorts in a slow, teasing manner. Once off she stepped out of them
leaving them to lay at her feet. Totally nude now she slowly turned
around giving me a great view of her firm, womanly ass. Oh I could
feel my hands on her! As she turned she looked back over her shoulder
with a large smile. After a brief pause she moved the few steps back
to the chair and quickly sat back down. Her hands moved back to her
breasts, she lifted each one in turn, feeling their weight, then
pulled them hard forward, as if to make them even bigger. Pushing them
together now made a valley I longed to run my very hard cock through.
The hard cock I was now vigorously stroking to her show. She continued
to manipulate her chest, bringing a red flush to her entire upper
region.

With one hand she played with her breasts, the other moved down to her
pubic region. Sitting there with her legs together I could not see the
object of my desire. Her hand was busy between her legs for a short
while before the feelings got to her. She spread her legs giving me a
perfect view of her pussy. Her lips were shaved smooth allowing me to
see every fold with my binoculars. Above her slit was a patch of dark
brown hair, full but not a thatch, neatly trimmed in a triangular
shape. Her long delicate red tipped fingers rubbed up and down her now
open slit, I could see the redness of her outer pussy lips, her inner
lips a slightly darker color, glistened with a wetness emanating from
within. She rubbed higher and with small circular motions until she
was circling her clit exclusively. Her other hand left her bruised
tits to join the excitement between her legs. As it did my mystery
woman shifted her position placing each long leg over the arms of the
chair. This brought her ass forward giving me an unobstructed view of
her pussy and the tight little hole below.

I couldn’t help the lust I felt in my groin. I continued to stroke my
cock. I felt the wetness of pre-cum and used it to coat the head of my
cock. I usually don’t emit pre-cum but the erotic situation before my
eyes caused my mind to lose control of my body. I felt uncomfortable
with my uniform pants around my ankles so briefly stopping my
stroking, I pulled off my shoes and pants, my shirt quickly followed
until I was left totally naked. I stood in the warm breezes of the
sixth floor, my nudeness giving me an even greater erotic feeling. My
cock stood up at an angle from my flat, rippled stomach. I went back
to stroking it’s length, my hand not quite fitting around the fat
shaft. I used the loose skin to stroke with. I was so close I could
cum any moment but wanted to wait and cum with my stranger,
masturbating in her apartment, oblivious to me.

She was in total abandon, the fingers of one hand pulled open her
pussy, while the other dipped into her bringing it out covered with
her pussy juice. She used the liquid to lubricate the rubbing of her
clit as well as occasionally to rub small circles around the little
brown hole below. She was evidentially free in her enjoyment of her
body. Her manipulations rapidly accelerated, her chest heaved with her
heavy breathing. She couldn’t be far from her orgasm. I found it
harder to keep the binoculars steady as my stroking increased in
pressure and speed in an attempt to keep pace with her. Her head was
thrown back, her eyes closed. She was frantically rubbing and pulling
her pussy, on the verge. Her back arched as I could see her mouth open
in a silent scream, her legs trembled, she clutched her pussy with
both hands and tightly held them to her. I felt the pent up cum rise
in my cock, my ass cheeks clinched as the first wave of my own orgasm
overcame me. The cum spurted from my cock landing on the dusty floor,
I continued to stroke, one stream after another escaping the head of
my cock. I looked back to the woman. She was still orgasming but did
not have her back as arched as before and her eyes were wide open, as
if she were looking into the lens of my binoculars back at me. My cum
subsided, leaving a few drops to ooze out of my cock and drop to the
floor and over my hand. I relaxed back to the edge of the spool,
trying to calm my heavy breathing. I dropped the binoculars to my
side. I closed my eyes.