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SNAPS-Apartment Window

By: Jstarret78

Editor’s note: Memories, fantasies, tales I heard, they are part of these short stories. I call them snaps for snapshots, in this one, another window temptation serves him right. I know some stories need following up. With more information, I’ll try to do just that.

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Again, another boring afternoon.

I work hard during the week and would hope to enjoy a weekend when I’m off. But as usual, my friends had other things to do, leaving me wandering around my apartment, bored silly. Stuck at home and restless is not a good feeling. Without any plans, I only have myself to play with.

I live in an apartment building, on the third floor. The building is shaped like a U, with a very narrow courtyard. As a result of the design, my kitchen window looks out at the other leg of the building, it’s close. The window in my kitchen is large and positioned low on the wall. I never bothered to cover it.

A small bathroom is just off the kitchen, so when I shower, I dry off in the kitchen. The bathroom is too small to swing a towel around, I’d break something. I stand in the kitchen naked, without a thought.

I should have given this more thought.

Circumstances can lead you on a path that, at the end, scratch your head and say, ‘what the fuck.’ When your alone and bored, your fantasies can turn into a need.

It was always hard for me to get up in the morning, so I take my showers in the evenings. In the summer, it didn’t matter, it was still light outside, and hard to look in any window. I would take my time drying off, fully aware that I would be on display if the sun were not shining. I seldom found the need to wear clothes at home. I would fix dinner or clean up nude.

It was during the winter months that I should have known better. I suspected someone was watching me but could never pinpoint who it might be. That was until one day in late November. I was cleaning up after dinner when I passed and glanced out my window. I caught a glimpse of someone at the window directly across from me. I stopped to see, but the light turned off instantly.

Being seen naked worried me, but an exciting chill ran through me at the same time. This was one of my fantasies and the thought of the voyeur made me horny. I willed myself to ignore the sighting and purposely continued cleaning up in the buff. After parading around awhile, I was so worked up, I needed to get off. As I was the only person in the apartment, I went to the bedroom to jerk off.

From my night table I retrieved a very slim dildo. It is so slim that I didn’t need lube, it slides in easily. I wiggle it as I pull on my cock; I loved it in my ass. Although guys won’t admit it, others do as well.

As the days went by, I continued my naked dalliance every evening. As I mentioned, the routine was always the same. I would get home, strip, shower, and do whatever I had to. Now that I had a peeper, I seldom wore close at home. Periodically I would look out at that mysterious window, hoping to catch the peeping tom in the act. Not that it bothered me; I wanted to see who it was.

One day I had showered and holding my towel, stepped into the kitchen. I had one leg on a kitchen chair, drying it off. I Glanced out the window, and saw a light come on and immediately turn off.

Being horny made me daring so, I decided to acknowledge the watcher. Dropping the towel, I stood in front of the window and waited. I stood there for 10 minutes, until, finally, the light came on in the opposing window. Though I was waiting for something to happen, it surprised me.

In the window was a silhouette of a man. He was short, but that was all I could see. when he turned on a light in front of him, all pretense evaporated, he wanted me to know he was watching. I could see he was Asian, balding sporting a pot belly; he looked old. He didn’t move, just stared at me. As nervous as I was, I willed myself to remain at the window. It made me shiver with some unknown excitement, causing a reaction from my cock. Would I be embarrassed if I got an erection?

I would soon find out; my cock Ankara bayan escort was rising to the occasion. Now it was harder to stand there. It embarrassed me that he could see my show was getting me hot. But I didn’t move.

This frequent nightly show continued over the next two months. I should have stopped it, but, exposing myself would always make me hot. I always needed to jerk off, laying in bed, with my slim dildo up my ass, thinking of my nude exhibition and cumming hard.

My groin shook when I stood nude in front of the window. Once and awhile, I would change positions, turning sideways or turning completely around. I had such an itch, I enjoyed showing off.

Nearly every night I would see him by the window. I wasn’t always naked, but he would stand there waiting patiently for a view. I didn’t always accommodate him. Some nights I would stop at the window and simply wave to him. He would wave back and turn off his light.

If I had plans to go shopping or some other activity, after I showered, I would get dressed. One night when I had clothes on, I walked into my kitchen and noticed him standing by his window. He waved and so did I. Then he hunched his shoulders and raised his arm to show disappointment. I caved in.

Feeling a little foolish, I stood in front of the window and slowly began stripping. Halfway through the show, he gave me a thumbs up. When I was completely naked, he clapped his hands. I was out of control, I had to play this game, it really got me hot. I never considered what it might be doing to him.

What follows is how my fantasy ramped up, and the surprise I was in for.

One evening, after a shower, I walked to my usual spot by the window and began drying off. As expected, I saw the lights turn on, and my voyeur standing across the way. He waved and though it seemed crazy, I waved back. This routine continued for weeks and I never tired. After showing my all, I would jerk off in bed thinking about it.

One evening, there was a slight change in our routine. When the lights came on in his window, my Asian friend was naked from the waist down. He was holding his cock and jerking off; that surprised me. I was aware of my growing erection. With my cock in my hand, I watched him jerk off, but I didn’t.

This had gotten crazy and so unusual; I couldn’t figure out how I would classify what was going on.

In a few minutes, I could tell he came. He took a tissue and wiped off his cock, then he wave to me. I gave him the thumbs up, after which the light went off in his apartment.

The next escalation is where I should have known better, where caution should have taken over.

Mister Asian, stood there as normal one night, holding his cock. But this time, he turned sideways and bent over slightly. Using his free hand, he pointed to his ass, making a humping action as he stood there. To me it looked ridiculous, and I couldn’t understand what he was doing. I didn’t want to fuck him, not in the least.

I thought perhaps Mr. Asian wanted to see more of me, a more intimate view. I was so uninhibited by now I had no limits. I turned around, bent over, and spread myself open. I knew it was on display when the cool air touched it. I stood that way for five minutes, swaying my ass and displaying my asshole, fucking weird.

When I turned around, he was still pointing and humping. He persisted until he seemed to give up. He stood up, jerking off as usual and finishing the evening.

Each night thereafter, he would do the same thing. I didn’t react because I didn’t understand, which I guess, frustrated him. One night during his miming, I held my hands up gesturing that I didn’t know what he meant. At that, he pointed to his cock and then pointed to me. He was doing that old fake humping thing, making believe he was holding on someone, and pumping his cock forward. He would do this for a minute or two and then point to me, nodding his head.

After repeating this skit each night, I tried to figured it out; was he asking me to use a dildo on myself?

The next evening, I took my slim dildo and held it up to show him. Instead of an ‘OK,’ he shook Escort bayan Ankara his head again. I held my arms up as in ‘what are you trying to say?’ He shook his head again and pointed to his cock. He would point to his cock, then point to me, and start humping. He wanted to fuck me.

That’s a bridge to far, and I didn’t acknowledge him, acting like I couldn’t understand.

However, the thought of going all the way was intoxicating, it would be a crazy thing to do.

I was sure I couldn’t keep our sessions going without answering him, he knew I wasn’t that dumb. That fateful evening, I stood sideways, pointing to my butt, signaling that I got the picture. He flashed me the ‘OK’ sign and ended evening in the usual manner.

I thought he had forgotten about fucking; I didn’t plan on it. But a couple sessions later, he held up his hand and made a twisting motion. It didn’t take me long, I got it, unlock the door.

This is where I screwed up, or maybe it was a Freudian slip. I’ll never admit to it.

I wasn’t ready to go down that road, but instead of ignoring his gesture, I gave him the OK, thumbs up sign, by mistake. It was, normally how I answered him. Quickly realizing my mistake, I waved my arms, shaking my head, ‘no,’ but he had already turned around and shut the lights, disappearing.

I knew he was coming over. It wouldn’t be hard for him to figure out which apartment I was in, just a matter of calculation. I can’t explain what I did then. I panicked, and didn’t know what to do?

Calming down, I decided, that when he showed up, I want to speak to him and explain the misunderstanding. I went to my bedroom to dress for when he would arrived.

When I reached the bedroom, I was shaking. Was it panic or was it the possibility of another fantasy getting real? What if I remained naked, giving in to him? How would it feel if I let him fuck me? Would it be dangerous? My hands moved over my ass, feeling the soft and generous mounds that defined my bubble butt. In the heat of the moment, I wanted someone to enjoy it.

I contemplated all the different questions, while my insides shivered with the thought. This is something taboo.

All I needed was courage, I decided to stay the course; I was going to do it.

I cancelled getting dressed and started to setup the living room. I put a new towel on the coffee table along with a jar of Vaseline (that’s all I had). Looking around and satisfied that all was in order, I went and unlocked the door.

I had planned to stand with my back to the door, however, there was one obvious problem. I guessed his height to be around five feet two inches. I am six foot one. If I stand, he would never be able to fuck me, unless he used a chair. His cock and my asshole would be a foot apart, the thought made me laugh.

My couch was on the opposite wall from the door, so I decided to kneel on it, ass facing the door and my head resting on the back of the couch. That should work.

I turned down the lighting, then got into position and waited. My nervousness grew as the minutes clicked by, but I was shaking with anticipation and staid in place. I couldn’t believe I was doing this.

It didn’t take long, and I heard a soft knock and the door opening. I didn’t turn around.

He walked up behind me and, immediately, his hands were on my ass. I could feel him shaking as he felt me up. He was crazy horny, fondling, grabbing, pulling my cheeks apart and running his fingers between my cheeks. It felt like he wanted to do everything at once.

I could see out of the corner of my eye, him picking up the jar of Vaseline. He took his time. First, I heard his pants hit the floor, then there was a lull, where I assumed he was greasing up his cock.

When I least expected it, he used one hand to spread and hold me open, while his other hand search for my asshole. He ran his fingers between my ass cheeks. They were well lube and felt comfortable as he tease me with his exploring.

He dallied at my asshole, tickling it, playing with it. My anus involuntarily twitched when he poked it. He played for at least 15 minutes, and I loved it.

I Bayan escort Ankara was enjoying the attention he was giving my anus when he suddenly pushed his fingers in deep. The way it felt, he must have been using three or more, I felt my asshole stretching as they pressed against my sphincter, demand it to relax and let him in. I let out a small ‘damn’ in response.

I thought for a minute he was trying to fist me, and that was something I hadn’t counted on. It caused me to move away slightly and tighten my asshole, closing my cheeks around his fingers. He must have noticed and didn’t move for ten seconds or so, allowing me to relax my ass and return to my previous position.

He didn’t intend to fist me but, for the next five minutes, he worked his fingers in as deep as they could go. I assumed he was stretching my anus and preparing it for the fucking to come. I felt like he knew what he was doing.

When he was finished with finger fucking, he pulled his fingers out. Coming in close behind me, took hold of my hips. He adjusted the level of my ass, lining up my anus to his cock. I pushed it out slightly to make his job easier.

When he had it exactly right, I felt his cock head at my entrance.

He wasn’t in a hurry. He ran the head of his cock up and down between my ass cheeks, continuing the fore play. Every time it passed and touch my asshole, I shivered. He patted my ass when I shook, a strange but caring thing to do.

Then came the pressure as he started pushing into me. My anus began to stretch to accommodate his cock. I didn’t know how big he was, I hadn’t looked, but as it slid in me, it felt long, if not that thick. I shivered as his cock continued to enter me in one smooth push. With his belly up against my ass, he gently patted it. I flushed with pleasure.

He would push in, then pull out. Fucking me by degree. I responded to him by pushing my ass out and into his rhythm. He fucked me for fifteen minutes before I had any sign of his getting ready to cum; impressive.

I was surprised by my response and movements; it was natural, and I felt as if I’ve been fucking like this for years.

He hadn’t said a word and neither had I. He wasn’t going to make sixteen minutes; his rhythm was falling apart, and I figured he was about to shoot. I purposely push my ass out and up, driving him deep into me as he convulsed and filled me up. He had trouble standing up and held on tight to stop from falling. His shaking was severe as he came. I did my best to function as if I was cuming, but I don’t think he needed my help. After ten more hard thrusts, he finally settled down. The only sound he made was a small grunt.

He didn’t pull out, just let his cock shrink out of me.

When his member fell out, I remained on the couch and didn’t turn around. While I waited, I saw him take the towel and wipe himself off. He pulled up his pants, patted my ass, gave it a kiss, and walked out, closing the door behind him.

There I was, a virgin no more. I’m straight, but that clandestine fucking was incredible. I didn’t move. I wanted to hold on to the feeling, kneeling on the couch, naked, lubed up and filled with his cum.

I was a first-class glory hole, without the hole.

I took the towel he threw on the coffee table and wiped between my cheeks. I had to wipe several times, as Vaseline doesn’t like coming off. I should make a note to purchase a water-based lubricant; I’m sure this isn’t the last time.

I hadn’t gotten off and my cock, which wasn’t hard during the fuck session, was now stiffening up and aching to release a load. I laid down on the couch and started jerking off. I found myself grabbing at my ass and imagining how it must have looked to my Asian friend as his cock went in and out of me. When I came near to cuming, I stuck my finger in my well lubed asshole and blew my mind.

Our routine didn’t let up and I continued to show off. He continued to flash me as well and jerk off to my nakedness. Two or three times a month, he would again gesture to me that he wanted to fuck. I would prepare and wait. He would come in and in the same way, get his rocks off. We never spoke, I didn’t know his name, I was just a cum dump. But I looked forward to it.

Who knows what might change down the road? Nothing is ever static, things always change, but I know that I will go along with whatever the requests are, and needs arise. I loved my role in this and, on the plus side, gave myself a reason to stay home.

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