MY NAKED NEIGHBOR


For a guy like me, the flat was perfect.

It was located downtown on the third floor of an old house in a narrow 
street. Sure, it was small, but it was quite inexpensive and this area 
was simply where I wanted to live at the time.

Back then, I was in my mid-thirties and single. And I suppose my love 
life was rather average. I did bring girls home once in a while, but 
none of them ever became more than casual relationships.

And then there was porn. Since I was a teenager, I've been a great porn 
fan. And back then I spent a lot of time watching porn on DVD and 
masturbating,

For some reason, the flat had a vinyl floor. This meant I could 
ejaculate on the floor and just wipe up the sperm afterwards. You see, I 
just love watching myself shooting off. Probably because my ejaculations 
are quite powerful.

Anyway, I would watch porn DVDs in the nude and masturbate until my cock 
spurted semen several feet across the floor. Then I'd wipe the floor, 
pour myself another drink and wait until I was ready for a second round.

As I said, the street was narrow - and there was another flat directly 
opposite mine. This meant I could actually look right into the living 
room of my neighbor across the street.

After a while, I had my first glimpse of her: She was younger than me - 
in her mid-twenties, I guessed. A tall girl with short blond hair - a 
real beauty, in fact. Once, our eyes met across the street, and she gave 
a little nod, as if to say "yes. I know you can see me".

Of course, I didn't want her to witness my porn sessions. So every time 
I got the urge, I made sure the blinds were drawn before turning on the DVD.

And then there was that very special morning.

I'd just gotten out of bed, had my coffee and was getting ready for 
work. Absently, I looked out the window. Down in the street, cars and 
pedestrians were already on the move - city folk going about their usual 
business in the cold morning air. And as I lifted my gaze to look at the 
window across the street, there she was. But this time she was naked.

I blinked. Yes, my neighbor was casually walking around in the nude. Her 
hair was wet, so I suppose she'd just stepped out of the bath. Fine. But 
why didn't she throw a bathrobe or a towel around her? Or - if she 
wanted to walk around in the nude, why didn't she pull the blinds or 
curtains?

I could have looked away, but I didn't. It was almost as if she wanted 
me to see her.

She was even more beautiful in the nude. She was slim, but not skinny. 
 From where I stood, I could just glimpse her pussy: A neatly trimmed 
blond bush just above her labia. And her breasts were the kind you dream 
about: Not huge, just perfectly shaped. I stood there, imagining how 
they'd feel in my hands.

Suddenly, our eyes met.

She didn't flinch. She just stood there, naked, looking at me. Her 
attitude seemed to be saying "yes, I am naked. This is my body. I have 
nothing to hide - and nothing to be ashamed of."

As my neighbor looked into my eyes, I felt myself getting an erection. 
My cock felt warm and heavy against my thigh, slowly hardening - rising.

I walked away from the window. I had to get ready for work.

All day, I must have thought about that episode. It was funny how my 
neighbour's attitude made perfect sense. After all, what did she have to 
hide? What did anybody have to hide?

I thought about everything we do for that sole purpose - to avoid 
strangers seeing our naked bodies. All the clothes we buy, all the drawn 
curtains, blinds, closed doors... And we could all just as well do 
without it.

After the episode, my mind kept returning to my neighbour's naked body. 
Let's face it: We males are always on the lookout for a potential sex 
partner. And here was a gorgeous woman exposing her naked body right 
across the street from me. If that doesn't fuel a man's sexual 
fantasies, what will?

Anyway, I spent the next couple of days in a state of more or less 
constant arousal. And finally I decided I needed a good porn session. So 
on the way home from work, I went by my local sex shop and rented a 
couple of DVDs.

When I got home, I poured myself a whiskey, got naked and popped the 
first DVD in the machine.

The first movie was pretty hot: A cute young blonde joined the army, 
only to find herself surrounded by a number of very horny and 
well-endowed men - and the odd lesbian. Every training session soon 
developed into an enthusiastic sex act.

The heroine was a very sexy redhead, and I soon had a huge erection. And 
when the drill sergeant had the girl on all fours, pumping her fiercely, 
I started masturbating. I stroked my cock slowly at first, feeling it 
grow to its full size.

The girl on the screen shrieked loudly with pleasure, as the sergeant 
kept driving his huge cock into her pussy. Both actors were sweating, 
apparently completely engrossed in the pleasure of the act.

It was an incredibly sexy scene. I felt my balls tightening, my semen 
ready to burst from my cock.

Grunting with excitement, the drill sergeant pulled his cock from our 
heroine's cunt and turned her over on her back, pointing his hard-on 
straight at her face. Seconds later, the first jet of sperm shot from 
his cock, hitting the girl's pretty face.

I couldn't hold back any longer. I held on to my cock as the first 
powerful spurt of semen shot several feet across the vinyl floor. And as 
the sergeant spattered our heroine's sweaty body with his creamy spunk, 
I kept ejaculating.

Another spurt - and another - and finally I felt my orgasm subsiding. 
Trembling, I grabbed my drink and took a sip.

And that's when I saw it: I had forgotten to pull the blinds!

Through my window I saw my neighbor. She just stood there, naked, 
smiling at me. She must have seen it all. She must have watched me 
jerking off and ejaculating all over the floor. Damn!

Still out of breath from my climax, I jumped from my chair and stumbled 
towards the window. And just as suddenly, my neighbor was gone - and I 
found myself staring into an empty living room.

Had she even been there? Or had I just imagined it in some post-orgasmic 
hallucination? I couldn't be sure. I pulled down the blinds, wiped my 
semen off the floor and collapsed in my chair.

I emptied my whiskey and poured myself another one. Then I just sat 
there for several minutes, trying to catch my breath.

My mind was a chaos of conflicting reactions. At first, I just felt 
embarrassed. Of course I did: I had been caught in the most private 
situation I could imagine.

But then I recalled my neighbour's face - assuming I'd seen her at all, 
she'd been smiling. A friendly smile - as if we now shared a secret.

Maybe - the thought suddenly hit me - maybe she'd actually enjoyed it. 
Well, why not? Men enjoy watching women masturbate. And there had to be 
female voyeurs as well. Maybe my neighbor was one of them.

As I pondered this possibility, sipping my drink, I felt myself getting 
aroused again. My cock twitched between my naked thighs, slowly swelling 
to a semi-erection. I got up and put another DVD in the machine.

This one was even better: A group of young female fashion models were 
struggling to make it to the top. But behind the scenes of the glamorous 
industry they were all subjected to kinky sex acts.

Watching the movie, I still kept seeing my neighbor in my mind's eye, 
smiling. As the virile fashion photographers took turns fucking the 
models, one always snapping pictures of the scene, I masturbated again. 
Two more times I ejaculated on the floor of my flat before I crawled 
into bed, nearly comatose.

The next day I could hardly concentrate on my job. I kept seeing my 
neighbour's beautiful body, those perfect breasts, that cute little 
pussy. And her pretty face, smiling at me as I ejaculated like a beast.

You'd think I'd be drained after masturbating three times the night 
before. But I was still so aroused I had to lock myself in the bathroom 
at work and jerk off. But even that didn't help. A few minutes later, my 
cock was semi-erect again.

It was January, and darkness had fallen by the time I got home from 
work. I locked my door, undressed and took a shower. As I washed the 
soap off my body, my cock was already completely erect - hard as a rock. 
I dried myself, taking care not to rub it to hard and accidentally bring 
myself to orgasm. I wanted to save it.

I looked in the mirror. I've never been a fitness freak, but for some 
reason I was in pretty good shape. I've always been rather thin, but at 
the time I was all muscle. And between my legs, my nine inch cock stood 
up straight, twitching with excitement.

Naked, I walked into my living room. The blinds were up. Tonight, I 
wanted to be seen.

Standing by the window I looked across the street, into my neighbour's 
flat. She wasn't there. Her living room was dark, but I could see a 
light shining from another room. So she was home.

I waited, and soon a light went on and my neighbor came into view. 
Again, she was naked - and utterly beautiful in the soft lamplight.

She looked over at me - and as she saw me naked for the first time she 
froze in the middle of the room. I didn't move, and she didn't look away.

I was acutely aware of her gaze on my cock. It felt strangely exciting, 
and I felt it twitching, slapping against my stomach.

I noticed that today she wasn't smiling. Absently, she brushed her hair 
away from her face and bit her lip, still staring at my erect cock.

With a graceful movement she crawled on to a small table in front of the 
window, giving me a perfect view of her naked body. She knelt on the 
table top, spreading her thighs. Beneath the blond tuft of pubic hair I 
could just make out the pink flesh of her labia.

As she looked straight into my eyes, her fingers found her pussy. Gently 
she began stroking herself with one hand - masturbating for me. My cock 
was so hard it was almost painful. She massaged her clit, slowly at 
first, then gradually increasing the rhythm.

Her nipples were hard, poking out from her perfect breasts. She opened 
her mouth, breathing hard as she stroked her cunt.

Shivering with excitement, I cleared a table and placed it in front of 
the window. Then I crawled up, kneeling on the table top like her. 
Staring into her eyes I grabbed my cock and began masturbating.

I had to stroke myself slowly and gently, otherwise I would have 
ejaculated immediately. Clear fluid trickled from the tip of my cock. I 
spread it over the shaft, making it wet and slick.

Slowly, my neighbor slipped two fingers inside her cunt. I gasped at the 
sight. Carefully, she moved them back and forth, exploring her own 
flesh. Then with a delicate movement, she put the fingers in her mouth, 
closing her eyes as she savoured the taste of her juice.

I grabbed my cock in my hand. I had almost come at the sight.

My neighbor looked me in the eyes, licking her own juice off her 
fingers. Then she repeated the procedure - probed her pussy with the 
fingers, then sucked the wetness off them. With her other hand she 
grabbed her breast, gently squeezing its soft flesh.

I moved close to the window pane, letting my cock graze it. The clear 
liquid trickled down the glass.

My neighbor imitated my move. Moving forward, she pressed her pussy 
against her windowpane. As she slowly pulled back, I saw a steamy patch 
of her moisture on the glass. I could just imagine how that sweet, wet 
pussy would feel wrapped around my cock.

And just as I thought I couldn't take any more, she reached down behind 
the table and pulled out a latex dildo. It must have been about the size 
of my own member - nine inches long. The mere thought of her fucking 
herself with that thing made my hard-on twitch in anticipation.

She lifted up her left leg and let the tip of the dildo slip inside her. 
She looked down at her cunt, apparently wanting to watch her labia 
stretching around the latex toy. Slowly, she pushed it in deeper. Her 
mouth was open - I could just imagine her gasping with pleasure as she 
felt the thing entering her sensitive flesh.

Fluid dripped from my cock. The pressure was so great, small globs of 
semen mingled with the flow, already anticipating a massive ejaculation.

My neighbor looked into my eyes and began moving the dildo in and out of 
her cunt, fucking herself. Her face was flushed, and droplets of sweat 
were appearing on her skin, making her glisten in the lamplight.

I couldn't keep still anymore - I felt my pelvis thrusting back and 
forth as I masturbated. As if my brain was subconsciously forcing my 
body to fuck.

As my neighbor masturbated with her dildo, love juice flowed down her 
thighs, wetting the sex toy, wetting her fingers, everything between her 
legs wet and slippery.

We were teasing each other, whipping up a sexual frenzy across the 
darkened street. This was foreplay without touching, sex without any 
physical contact. And we were both turned on far beyond the point of no 
return. We couldn't have stopped now if our lives depended on it.

I kept stroking my cock, grunting like an animal in heat.

With great force, my neighbor thrust the dildo into her cunt again and 
again. She was still looking at me, but her eyes were glazed, unfocused. 
I could tell she was on the verge of coming.

And suddenly she froze, her face transformed by a wild rush of pleasure. 
Trembling all over, she had a powerful orgasm before my eyes. As I 
watched her coming, I couldn't control myself. I grabbed my cock with 
both hands, as I began ejaculating.

I yelled out loud with lust, as the first spurt flew several feet up in 
the air, hit the window pane and slowly began trickling down the glass. 
My neighbor watched intently as jet after jet of creamy white semen shot 
from my jerking cock, spattering the window in front of me. I kept 
masturbating, wanting my orgasm to last forever. But finally it 
subsided, and I squeezed the last thick drops of sperm from my cock.

I was dizzy. I had to hold on to the window frame to steady myself. 
Across the street, my neighbor slowly slipped the dildo out of her 
pussy, dripping juice on to the table top. She was gasping for breath, 
utterly exhausted.

I didn't want it to be over yet. I held the head of my cock between my 
thumb and index finger and gently kept stroking it. Slowly, carefully, I 
massaged it, making it swell, maintaining my erection. Soon, the shaft 
was as hard as before, and I began masturbating again.

Watching me, my neighbor bit her lip. She turned a switch on the dildo, 
making it vibrate. As I stroked my cock vigorously, she let the tip of 
the vibrator touch her clit.

This time we managed to maintain eye contact all the way through. My 
mouth was dry. I would have loved to kiss her, to feel her tongue 
against mine as we worked our way to another simultaneous climax.

I felt my balls contracting, as my second orgasm approached. Like a 
madman, I heard myself shouting unintelligible obscenities, urging my 
neighbor to masturbate and come for me.

I watched her shiver uncontrollably, tears of joy streaming down her 
cheeks as she came again - another rush of animal pleasure.

I came at the sight. Once more my stiff cock began ejaculating. Powerful 
spurts of semen shot from its tip, spattering the window. I noticed the 
liquid was clearer this time, less milky white. I had almost emptied 
myself of sperm and was now just pumping fluid.

Still, my ejaculation was almost as strong as the first one. As the 
contractions ceased, I held my cock in my fist, finally allowing it to 
soften. It was bright red and burning hot from the strain.

Naked and sweating, my neighbor and I sat there for a while, just 
looking at each other. We were both exhausted - and utterly satisfied.

I looked down into the street. People in winter coats were rushing by on 
the sidewalk, cars slowly making their way through. Had anyone seen us? 
If they had, I didn't care.

My neighbor smiled at me - a tired, happy smile. Then she slowly crawled 
off the table and disappeared into the shadows.

After that night, I often saw her naked and I often walked around naked 
myself. But we never did "that thing" again. It remained a fond memory 
of a random act of uncontrollable lust.

My neighbor moved out a few months later. I stayed in the flat for about 
a year. But it remains one of my favorite erotic memories.

Every now and then, I think back on that night. I recall the beautiful 
sight of her naked body, quivering in orgasm, my cock pumping thick jets 
of hot sperm across the window. And as I wonder where she is now, I 
imagine her recalling it, too. I imagine her reliving that night, 
aroused, vigorously masturbating to the memory.

And that thought never fails to make me come...