The year 2020 changed many things in our world and our lives. The word isolation took on a new meaning. Previously it had been used mainly in hospitals and prisons. At the start of 2020, most of the world’s populations were confined or confined in their homes and isolated themselves from others.

Our social and sexual habits were drastically altered. No more going out for a drink or on a date with a suitable or unsuitable partner. They called it social distancing, a means of avoiding the dreaded coronavirus. For most of us, it meant we were home alone for the duration.

There is only so much one can do home alone. Binge-watching TV programs soon paled, as did watching the news. There is only so much bad news one can absorb. Sporting events were canceled, including the 2020 Olympics.

Porn sites reached peak viewer capacity as both men and women searched for relief from boredom and sexual frustration. So naturally, most of us took matters in hand as our sexual tensions went through the roof. Masturbation was our primary form of relief from stress.

I was no exception and soon was jerking off from two to three times a day. I am fortunate enough to live downtown and was able to observe other people in their apartments through the window of my high rise. I began to focus on the window of a very sexy blonde who lived in an apartment across the street. She drove me crazy parading through her space dressed in the skimpiest of thongs and often with no bra. More and more, she became the focus of my erotic fantasies.

The day came when I was lying on my bed, pleasuring myself, and noticed a reflection coming from her apartment. Looking more closely, I saw her looking in my direction through what seemed to be a camera with a telephoto lens. The realization that she was watching caused me to forgo the edging I was enjoying, and I came with an ejaculation such as I had rarely had.

I saw her go and lie on her bed and begin pleasuring herself. She lowered her thong and spread her legs so that her pussy was in line with the window. I could clearly see her fingers dip into her honey pot. Her other hand was teasing her nipples, and before long, I could see her body quiver and shake with what I presumed was her own release.

Soon after, she was on her balcony dressed in a crop top and running shorts. She saw me and waved, then made a scissoring motion with her fingers indicating walking and pointed downstairs. I nodded my understanding, showed her two fingers indicating two minutes, and then joined her.

Abiding by protocol, we stayed six feet away from each other and went for a stroll. She introduced herself as Angela and told me she had been enjoying her voyeuristic experiences.

“Do you always spy on men as you did with me?” I asked.

“Well, not always, unless they have something that intrigues me. You certainly do!”

“I must admit, Angela, you too have certain very attractive charms.”

I discovered that Angela was a vivacious and fun person. She was single and a librarian at the local university. Her slender athletic figure had me almost drooling. Angela explained she had broken up with her boyfriend and was going as crazy at home as I was.

During our conversation, she asked me, “Tony, if we were not in a pandemic, what would you most like to do?”

The answer came without any pretense of thought. “Kiss you!”

She giggled. “Just kiss?”

“Yes, just kiss. I’d want to wrap you in my arms and just kiss you. I would not be adverse if that developed into further intimacy. However, it would be my first small step.”

“Tony, that is not a small step; it’s a giant leap. Will you take a rain check?”

“With pleasure.”

She reached into her fanny pack, pulled out her cell phone, asked for my phone number, and dialed it. When my phone rang, she said, “Now we have each other’s numbers. Please call me and let’s stay in touch,” She returned to her flat.

Bemused, I returned to mine with the vision of that sexy woman filling my mind.

The following day my phone rang. It was Angela. “Hi, Tony, I’m horny. Want to watch a show?’

“Angela, I’d love to watch you put on a show.”

I glanced out the window, and Angela had moved her bed, so it was now at the window of her bedroom. She came into view naked as the day she was born, climbed on the bed, and said, “Tony, this is for you and, of course, for me. Keep the phone on so you can hear, and feel free to join me if you wish.”

I immediately stripped and got on my bed. My cock was rampant and leaking precum in anticipation of what we were about to do.

Angela spread her thighs and showed me an item that I did not immediately recognize. First, she parted her visibly very pink pussy and slowly inserted the object into herself. Then, she lifted her ass, and I saw her insert a second part of the instrument into her anus.

I picked up my phone and asked, “Angela, what is that?”

“My favorite sex toy, it’s called a rabbit. It has three prongs to stimulate my pussy, my anus and my clit with its vibrations. It’s just delicious! I’m going to turn it on now.”

I heard the faint sound of its vibration coming over the phone. “Lucky rabbit,” I said.

Angela answered, “Hmm, remember, just a kiss first. Remember!”

“Just a kiss. You’re correct.”

I watched, enthralled, while Angela brought herself to a climax. Her moans filled my ears, and the sight of her body writhing and arching was a sexual smorgasbord to my eyes.

Our walks became a feature of our days. We always maintained social distancing rules and stayed six feet apart. Our voyeuristic masturbatory sessions became our life’s focus.

One day Angela said, “I wish we could see each other at a closer distance. I would love to see cum spurting from your cock. But, unfortunately, we are too far from each other for me to see that clearly.”

“That can be fixed,” I said. “Do you have a laptop with a video camera?”

“Yes. I use it regularly to communicate with colleagues and students who are doing research. We even do weekly staff meetings on Zoom.”

“Great, so set up your laptop, and I will set up mine so we can get up close and personal for our next session. I will also be able to speak to you, and our playtime will be all the more intense.”

We rushed home and soon were naked on our respective beds. I had set up my system to play on my 42’ inch TV, and there was Angela splayed out to my lustful eyes. “Angela, you are so sexy. If we were together, my tongue would be burrowing into that glistening succulent pussy of yours.”

“Oh, Tony, you are making me wet with just your words. Here, let me adjust my screen. Wow, I had no idea it was that handsome. Your cock would be engulfed in my hot wet mouth soon after.”