My Naked Neighbor
by Frank Noir
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 neighbour 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 neighbour 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 neighbour 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 neighbour. 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 neighbour 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 neighbour 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 neighbour 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.