Chapter 1

Marilyn looked out the window of her apartment at the misty day. It had been raining off and on all morning and she was bored with the days of rain that California offers as the other season. All morning long she had been lying in bed and listening to it on the balcony roof outside her bedroom window.

Her boyfriend had been in Europe on company business for two weeks. She thought about the conversation on the phone last night. God, she couldn't wait until he got back! He was just as horny as she was and they had talked about the things that he would do to her when he returned.

She drank her coffee and listened to the rain starting to lash against the glass. From her window, she could see down into the apartment below and across from her. It was vacant and she had seen a young guy working down there, getting the empty place ready for the new tenants. He was a hunky looking guy with long blond hair and a beard. She had enjoyed watching him stretch and bend as he worked on fixing the holes in the wall. The way that the apartment buildings were situated, she had a view of the entire inside. He was wearing painter's bib overalls and no shirt. There was a prime piece of meat, she thought, enjoying the way the overalls outlined his tight buns when he would stoop or bend. She could see an interesting bulge along the inside of his thigh. I wonder what he's packing she mused to herself.

She went back to get herself more coffee, thinking about what she would do with the day. Maybe just get down some of Johns dirty books from the shelf and her trusty vibrator. The conversation last night had resulted in her getting off, but she was in one of her horny moods. Sometimes she and John would just spend Saturday naked, wandering around the apartment and fucking when the mood stuck them. She needed one of those days really badly right now. Maybe spending the day jilling off was what she needed.

She went back into the bedroom and looked down at the apartment below, hoping for another glimpse of the young stud. She saw him sitting on the living room floor, eating a sandwich. She realized that it was noon; he must be eating his lunch. He had his back to her and he wasn't alone. Someone handed him something that he put up to his lips. Then he handed it to the unseen person in the living room. It took her a second to realize that he was passing a joint. That seemed like a good idea \ and she got up and got the stash from the living room coffee table. On the way past the kitchen, she got a croissant and a couple of plums and a banana. Might as well be prepared for the munchies, she thought.

When she got back with the tray, she pulled out the little pipe and put a bud in it. She torched it and sucked in the smoke. It was good Humbolt bud that John got from a friend of his at work. It was a nice mellow weed, not the zombie stuff that just walked up and knocked your brains out. She didn't mind being that way occasionally, but this stuff was good for doing things on. She took a few more hits and felt the buzz coming on.

Wandering back to the window seat with her coffee and croissant, she looked down into the apartment and saw the painter lying on his back. It took her a second to realize what was happening. His overalls were undone and he was lying there on his back, his hands gripping a dark haired head over his crotch. At the angle she was at, she could see all the way down to his mid thighs. There was someone working away at him slowly, the dark haired head bobbing up and down.

My god, she thought. She pulled away from the window instinctively, afraid of being seen. But then she thought about it and realized that he would have a hard time seeing into her dark bedroom. He seemed to be engrossed in what the dark haired head was doing to his crotch. She thought about it for a moment, weighing the possible embarrassment of being seen against her curiosity. Marylyn had never seen anyone having sex before (except in porn movies, which didn't count somehow) and her curiosity got the best of her. She edged up to the window and looked down at the scene taking place in the empty living room. From the lower angle, she could see more into the room. The woman bent over the painter (at least she assumed it was a woman, it was hard to tell from this angle.) was holding him with one hand and slowly sucking up his cock. The top of her head obscured her view and she wished that she would move so that she could see what he had. But evidently the idea was to make this last a while, because the head moved up and down on him, taking it's time and teasing him deliciously. Marilyn could see the head occasionally shake itself from side to side at the top of the cock. From what she could see, the person knew what they were doing. She wondered if it was a girl or a boy doing the sucking. All she could see was the persons head, back, the shoulder blades and the bumps of the spine down the back. She was getting very turned on watching the slow mouth fuck. She slipped her hand into her robe and slipped her fingers into the soft folds of her already wet vagina. She drew them up the lips, drawing the slipperiness up over her clit, making it so that she could slid her fingers over her swollen clitoris.

There was naughtiness to looking down at the people below. They didn't know that she was there, they weren't acting for a camera and it was clear that the painter was into what was going on. There was a tension to his muscles as he enjoyed the oral attentions being paid to his groin. The blow job went on for some time. Marilyn kept her eyes on them, rubbing up and down herself in time with the heads slow bobbing. Just keeping the same time as they were gave an added sense of sharing in their private pleasure. She built up to almost coming several times, feeling in synch with the young painter and his lover. She wondered if it was a guy going down on him, having fantasized about watching some guys going at it many times. She would almost come, then the head would stop it's slow travelling up and down the unseen cock and she would stop her fingers. The orgasm would subside and then the head would go slowly down again. She could have brought herself over the edge quite easily many times, but she kept her strokes in time with theirs, enjoying the teasing sensation the delayed orgasm was giving her.

The slow teasing went on for maybe ten or fifteen minutes. Marylyn thought that she was going to go nuts if she didn't get off soon. It took all of her self discipline to keep form giving in and bringing herself off. She could feel a trickle from her sopping pussy running down her leg. There was a delicious sound of slurping as her fingers stroked up and down her slit. She ran two fingers up and down her split, the fat clitoris in the middle of her fingers. She stuffed them inside of herself on the down stroke.

She had to keep crouched down to see the action in the apartment below. Finally, they couldn't stand any more and the head pulled off his cock. She had only a glimpse of the long shaft, the head standing out as shiny as a plum, all taut and eager for the pussy that was quickly lowered over it. She could see a pretty set of tits, but not the girls face. It was both disappointing and reassuring to know that she wouldn't be seen.

The girl had brown nipples that were all stiff and crinkly with desire. She must have been as turned on as Marylyn, because she engulfed the stiff cock with one quick slam. She moved around on it, getting herself settled on the organ. The painter's hands on her hips pulled her up a little. Evidently, she had said something, because she could see his blond beard moving as if he was saying something. There was a jiggle to the tits and Marilyn thought that the girl was laughing. Then she started to roll her hips around on his lap. Moving around in circles and his hands tightened on her hips, his fingers digging into her. Marilyn worked her fingers around inside of herself, putting another one into her vagina, then plunging it deep until she couldn't cram any more into herself. She imitated the way the girl was riding on him and enjoyed the way it dragged her clit across the palm of her hand. There was a lot of wetness in her caused by this teasing that she had been enduring and she wondered at how the painter had been able to keep from coming.

It didn't take her long to begin to really start pounding down on him. Her tits jumped up and down as if in glee as she fucked him hard. Marilyn watched as she bent down and kissed him. She could see the back muscles jumping and the painter's arms reaching down to grab her ass. She couldn't see where his hands were, the top of the window cut off the view, but she could see the muscles in his forearms standing out and bunching as he helped his fuck mate in her gallop.

She suddenly thrust her arms and pushed herself up into the sitting position that she had been in. She moved her feet and then really began to go to town on him, pounding him relentlessly. She could see the painter's body arching up, adding his thrusts to his lovers. He was bucking up into her as hard as she was slamming down on him.

Suddenly his back arched up and he froze. Marylyn pulled her hand up between her cunt lips, caught her clit between her knuckles, and squeezed hard. Her orgasm flashed over her like a skyrocket, the muscles inside of her sucking on her fingers and her knees giving away suddenly. She grabbed for the windowsill and opened her eyes as she felt her legs giving way.

She was looking right into the startled face of the painter.

Jesus, what the hell do I do now? She had stepped back from the window quickly, but the painter's face was still frozen in her mind.

There was no doubt that he had seen her. It was looking at someones eyes across a room. You knew when you were looking at someone and they were looking back at you. And there was no doubt about it, he had seen her watching his lunch hour nooner.

Oh shit.

It was one thing to spy on someone if they didn't know you were looking. It was another to be caught spying on someone.

Hell.

She thought about the time that she had had a fight with one of her college boyfriends and gone back to her dorm room and walked in on her roommate and her boyfriend going at it. That time she had excused herself and left right away. It had been embarrassing, but nothing like this. Her roommate and she had laughed about it afterwards.

But this was different.

She went and had a shower and thought about it. She was chagrined at being caught spying, but she didn't know them and they didn't know her. At least she wouldn't have to face them. She finished her shower and toweled off. She got dressed and decided that she would vacate the scene of her crime. What the hell, she would go and do some shopping for the rest of the afternoon.

Then she glanced out the window and froze. There was a cardboard sign in the empty room. In blue tape it read: ENJOY THE SHOW?

It mortified her. She was set to flee when she saw the other sign.

C U TOMMOROW?

She spent the afternoon wandering around an indoor mall window shopping. She wandered into a few stores, but bought nothing. How was she going to deal with this situation?

She wished that she hadn't looked out the window. Those signs burned into her consciousness all afternoon. She had intended to spend the entire afternoon out of the apartment, but she finally decided that she was being foolish. She had been caught looking, but the guy's signs hadn't said 'shame on you' or 'fuck off, voyeur', so maybe he wasn't pissed. She had to do something about this.

She stopped at an artist supply store and bought a large drawing pad and a big felt tip pen. She took a deep breath and went home.

The signs were still there when she got home. She opened her drawing pad and wrote in letters large enough to be seen: SORRY

She thought about it for a moment. Then she wrote: R U PISSED? She thought about it then tore out the sheet. She wrote U MAD?

She propped them up in the window she had watched from. She was afraid to look out. She went and got herself a cup of coffee, giving him a half hour or so to see it and reply.

She looked out the window and there was another sign. Seven numbers. What the hell?

Then she saw the phone on the floor in front of the sign.

It took her about fifteen minutes to screw up her courage to the point where she could pick up the phone and dial the number. She was nervous about the whole thing. It was one thing to spy on someone. It was a lot different to talk to the anonymous stranger.

The phone rang for about four rings before it was picked up.

"Hello?"

"Hi." She cleared her throat nervously. "This is," she almost said her name, but decided not to at the last minute. "This is the woman who was spying on you. Uh."

"Oh good! I was hoping you would call! I was just about to give up and take down my sign."

"Uh. I was out shopping. And then I had to think about calling you for a while. I'm sorry about ah, looking at you today."

"No need to apologize. I found it flattering, but then I'm a bit of an exhibitionist. Matter of fact, I had been fantasizing about someone looking in and seeing Jeanie and I going at it all morning. Funny how things work out sometimes, isn't it?"

"Uh, yeah. So your not mad at me?"

"No. Why should I be?"

"Well..."

"Look, if we're getting it on in a room with no curtains in the middle of the day, how can I be mad if you look? Did it turn you on?"

"Umm" She thought about hanging up, then thought what the hell. "Yes, it did." She finally admitted.

"Great!"

Marylyn hadn't expected that reaction. "Great?"

"Yeah. I once spied on my sister and her boyfriend from my tree house when I was a kid. It's a long story, but I really enjoyed seeing them make love."

"Yeah, but you weren't caught."

"But I was caught. It was okay with her. Well, it was okay if I looked as long as I didn't tell mom and dad what she was doing in the afternoon before they got home from work. She was pretty cool about the whole deal."

"Wow."

"Yeah. I've always had a streak of exhibitionism to me. So you see why I'm getting off on this. Do you want to watch us tomorrow?"

She hadn't been expecting the invitation and it took her by surprise. "I don't know." She hedged.

"You embarrassed about looking?" He asked. "Or about being caught looking?"

"I don't know." She admitted. "A little of both, I guess."

"Well. I think most people would look if the thought that they wouldn't be caught. I know I would, but I guess that I've already admitted that, haven't I?"

"Yes."

"Well, I figured that was bothering you. I just thought that I would make sure that you were okay."

She wondered if he was afraid that she would tell the apartment manager what he had been up to. She thought that maybe he was worried about losing his job.

"Thanks. Um. Did you girlfriend know that I was looking?"

"No. I didn't tell her."

"Why not?"

"Well, I wasn't sure that she would be into doing another nooner here if she knew that someone was watching."

"I see."

"I don't think that she would object if she knew that someone was watching. I think that she would get off on it. Sometimes when we're in bed, I tell her fantasies. There's one that I call 'the watcher in the closet' that I know she likes. I think that she'd get into it."

"Yeah?" She was skeptical of that and it must have come through.

"Yeah." He said confidently. "I'll tell you what. This is a speaker phone. How about you give me a call just before noon tomorrow and you can listen in to us? If you don't say anything, you can listen to us tomorrow and she won't know that you're there."

"You're kidding."

"No, I'm not. We have a lot of games that we play in bed and this could be one of the all time best mind fucks that we've ever had."

"You're really serious, aren't you?" Marilyn thought that this was the most surreal conversation that she had ever had.

"Yeah. You have any favorite thing that you want to see?"

"I feel like I am ordering take out." She laughed. "Or calling up a radio station for a request."

He laughed. "Yeah. Kinky, isn't it?"

"Yeah. You'd really do requests?"

"Yeah. What do you want to see us do? Little muff diving? Doggy style? Or my favorite number, sixty nine? I should warn you that my girlfriend thinks that anal is banal, so there are some boundaries. Think of it as a porn movie that you can direct."

"Hmm." She was intrigued by the offer. What did she want them to do? And would they?

"Come on. I'm getting off on being directed in a porn movie. What do you want to see us do next?"

"I don't know. I'm not used to having conversations like this with total strangers."

"Yeah. It's a real zipless fuck, isn't it? Maybe that's why it's such a turn on for me. Is it turning you on as much as it is me?"

"Maybe."

"Maybe? Bullshit. You're turned on too, or you would have hung up by now. So what do you want to see me do to Jeanie tomorrow?"

"I know one thing that I want to see."

"What's that?"

She hesitated a second. "I want to see your cock!" She blurted out.

"Just my cock? Or do you want to see my hard cock?'

"Your hard cock." She admitted.

"Okay. Look out your window."

"Give me a second. I'm in the living room."

"Okay. Tell me... oh. I see you. Ready?"

"Yes." She could see him below her., facing the sliding doors that she had watched them through a few hours before. He smiled up at her. "Ready?" His voice echoed from the empty apartment.

"Yes." she whispered. He reached up and unsnapped his overalls. First one strap, then the other. The front fell down to his waist. Then she saw him unsnap the side and it fell down to his ankles.

She gasped. There was his cock, sticking out of the thatch of blond pubic hair that seemed to float around the base of the cock. He was really turned on by the conversation, that was evident from the way that his cock stuck straight out. He smiled and then stepped out of his clothes and turned in profile.

"Do you like it?" He asked.

"Oh yes!"

"God. Now tell me what you want me to do tomorrow.""

"Touch yourself."

"Now?"

"Yes."

"I will, if you tell me what you want to see tomorrow."

"Okay."

"You'll be truthful? "

"Yes."

"Okay." She watched his hand slowly stroke his cock. Now that he was stroking himself, she felt at ease with him and began to describe what she wanted to see.

"Hey, you!"

"Hi Jeanie! What's for lunch?"

The voices were very far away from the living room and she couldn't hear them very well. She had taken the mouthpiece out of the phone that she had in the bed room and had moved a chair over to the window. That way she could make as much noise as she wanted without having to worry about them hearing. She tucked the phone even tighter into her ear and strained to hear what they were saying.

She'd been awake most of the night, fantasizing on watching them, anticipating seeing them frolicking on the living room floor, developing the fantasy and making it much more than she knew it would be. She thought of being in the same room with a couple making love, being able to walk up and look closely at any part of them that she wanted to. Perhaps they would let her run her hands over their bodies, caress a bare back as it worked away on top of one another's body. She knew that she was fantasizing past what would happen, but because it was happening, she was able to get into a voyeur fantasy way past any that she had ever had. Just having permission to look in real life had supercharged her fantasy life and she jilled herself off several times, while running variations on the theme of looking at a couple fucking.

She had chided herself for letting her imagination run away from her and thought that if she didn't stop developing the theme way past the point that it could actually be, she was in danger of disappointing herself tomorrow. But it was no use, her fervid imagination was controlling her and she fell asleep thinking of a pair of young twins that had been brought up to put on a show in the luxurious hotel room in Monaco that her mysterious lover had provided for her amusement...

She was really excited by this whole adventure. She had been soaking wet since she had hung up on the phone call yesterday and couldn't wait for the painter's lunch hour. Now that it was really here...

She had almost told John about the whole thing last night on the phone, but she had held back. She thought that she might have a better story for him when he got back. On the bookshelf beside her, she had her boyfriends cam corder set up, zoomed all the way out. She smiled, thinking that he would cream when he saw the tape that she was making.

The couple in the apartment below had spread out their lunch in the living room, but this time they were sitting so that they were both visible in front of the sliding glass doors. They talked about mundane things while they ate. So and so had called and wanted him to call back about the bedroom job. So and so wanted him to estimate how much it would cost to do their kitchen. There were a few other things that took her from her fevered fantasy world and brought her back to reality. Somehow, she had never considered that the guy had a life, a job, friends, and all the rest of it.

This is strange. I have been horny as hell since yesterday and thinking about it so much that I couldn't get to sleep for hours. If this everyday life shit keeps up much longer, I am going to z out right now before they get to the good stuff!

They balled up the sandwich wrappings and put them back in the deli bag. Jeanie pulled out a joint and lit it, passing it over to him.

"I've been having a fantasy all morning long." He said. Marilyn could hear him sucking in smoke.

"MMmm?" He handed his girlfriend the joint and she exhaled. "What about?"

"Fucking your brains out doggie style in front of this window."

"Oh yeah?" She toked the joint. "Tell me more." She sucked in the joint.

"Okay. Here's the scene. I'm getting a blowjob and you're on your knees. Then I do you doggie style."

Marylyn glanced over to the small TV she had set up as a monitor. She could see that Jeanie wasn't really impressed by the fantasy. She could see her kind of shrug.

"What's the big deal about that?"

"I'll tell you while we're acting it out, okay?"

Jeanine hit on the joint and held it in.

"Sounds like you've really thought 'bout it all morning." she hissed out, trying to hold in the smoke. She took another toke to top off and passed it to him.

"Yeah, I have." He hit heavy on the joint.

She shrugged. "What the hell." She pulled her brown sweater over her head.

There was a slight angle between the apartment buildings and she had a good view of them getting undressed. Jeanie had a cute face, very gamine, and with her short hair, she reminded Marilyn of a boy. But when you got down to her tits, there was no doubt about what her sex was. Her ass was a little too heavy for her, belonging on a woman that was both heavier and taller than Jeanie. It was a matter of moments until they were naked and she was on her knees, stroking him slowly.

"So tell me about this fantasy?" She asked as his cock hardened out.

"You know yesterday, when we were screwing around in here? How I was on my back and you were sucking on me for so long?"

"Yeah. I was here, remember?"

"Well, when you got on top and started fucking me really hard and I started coming, I started to fantasize about someone watching us getting it on in here."

"Mnn." She sucked the head of his cock once. "Then what happened?"

"Well, your fucking away on me like mad and making me want to come really bad. And I'm trying to hold on and wait for you, but your just banging me too hard. Just fucking the come out of me and I can't stop myself and I know your trying to make me come and I start shooting off in you. Then I'm coming really hard, I throw my head back, and there's this woman watching us! I look right at her and it looks like she's coming from watching us. Oh yeah!!"

Jeanie sucked his cock in deeper. Then let it out of her mouth.

"Then what?"

"Well, she looked like she was getting her cookies pretty good. Then she could see that I had seen her and ducked down out of the way. Probably embarrassed at getting caught being a peeping tom."

"Mmmn" She said around his cock.

"Make you horny, having someone see you sucking my cock? Watching you fuck?"

She nodded her head, not removing her mouth from him.

Marilyn watched them in profile. Jeanie had about half of his good sized cock in her mouth and was fondling his balls in one hand. Her other was between her own thighs.

"Well, she had ducked out of sight before I could say anything to you. I thought about telling you about it, but you would have just thought that I was telling you a story, right?"

She stopped moving on him and looked up at him inquisitively. "Right?" he prompted.

She nodded again. "Well, after you left, I thought about what had happened. I could lose my job if some one ratted me out to the apartment manager. If I went up and knocked on her door, it might really freak her out, right? So that was out, too."

He paused and thrust his cock leisurely into her mouth. "So what I did was make a sign asking if she was mad about us and left it in the living room here while I worked on prepping the kitchen." He slowly humped into her mouth. She let him, just holding herself there and looking up at him.

"Well, I was really nervous. I figured that she had gone right to the manager and I kept waiting for the doorbell to ring and him to come storming in here and fire me. But as the afternoon wore on, I thought that maybe she was out or he was and it would take a while for him to come over and fire me. And you know how much I need this job right now."

Jeanie was looking up at him with a puzzled frown on her face. What kind of erotic story was this?

"Well, around four thirty, I looked up at the window and there was a sign. It said 'NO" and "CALL ME" and a number. I didn't know what to do, but I called up the number. This woman in her forties or fifties answered and told me that she had really gotten off on our little matinee. That's what she called it, a matinee."

"Is this for real?"

"What do you think?"

Jeanie thought about it for a moment. "Go on."

"You, too."

"Tell me the truth!" She squeezed him.

"OW! Easy!"

"Okay!" She let off.

"Anyway, I started to apologize and the woman said that she was wondering if we were going to be putting on another show tomorrow. I started to stutter that I didn't think so, then she said that if we did, then she wouldn't have to mention to the manager that I was screwing my girlfriend in an empty apartment."

"She didn't!"

"She did!"

"This is one of your best," she said admiringly, then sucked him in, sliding forward to straighten her throat and deep throat him.

"Thanks. Anyway, she told me that if we put on a good show, she wouldn't tell. Then she said that she wanted to see us fucking doggie style. I told her that I didn't think that I'd be able to get it up if I knew that someone was watching me and..."

She slipped him out and commented, "Liar." And giggled before taking him back in.

"And then I said that it sounded too kinky for me, go ahead and tell. She said that if I felt that way, she would see that I was fired. Then she hung up. I thought about it for a few minutes and then called her back up. She sounded like she was pleased to hear from me and then started to tell me how she wanted to see us fuck. Ohhh!" Marilyn could see Jeanie's throat gulping. "Oh yeah! Oww wee! Easy! I'm going to come if you keep that up!"

"So? You decided to go along with this bitch?"

"Yeah. She said that she had always wanted to see someone fucking and doing what she told them to do. So I said that I'd do it and she could watch us fucking if she didn't tell."

"Okay." She turned around and pushed her ass up in the air. "Let's give her a show!"

Marilyn had the feeling that Jeanie was going along with one of her boyfriends fantasies and getting off on it. There was something in the girl's voice that sounded like she didn't really believe him.

"Okay. Spread open your pussy so that she can see where I'm going to be putting my dick. Show her that lovely snatch of yours. I just wish that she could smell how good you smell when you're turned on. Or feel how great your pussy milks my cock. Yeah, like that."

He dropped down to his knees and put the head of his cock up to her. One of her hands came up between her legs, wrapped her hand around his cock, and guided him into her. He moved his hips forward and his dick slide slowly into her.

"Oh god!"

"Oh baby! This is getting to you, isn't it."

"Yeah! This is a great fantasy!"

"How would you feel if it was real?"