September 2020 (continued)

Forbidden Fruit Newsletter (continued)
Do you like masturbating in front of someone else?
Absolutely! I really get off on being watched
Sure, but I do it mostly for my playmate's reaction ;)
As long as they're also masturbating (it's only fair!)
I'll do it, but I like other things better
No way! I'm too shy for that
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Guilty Pleasures Continued

Rear Window, Full Frontal (continued)

Finding an apartment in New York that you can afford as a single woman living alone is not easy, even if you are a fashion designer. So I'm happy that my little walk-up is in a nice part of the east 50s, even if it is a bit tight for space.

One thing that bothers me is that the air conditioner is noisy, so I prefer not to use it, keeping the window onto the cool back courtyard open instead.

One evening last summer I arrived home after a late evening at work just as it was getting dark. I was too hot even to turn on the lights, so I went to the fridge for a cold bottle of beer and collapsed in the large easy chair in front of my window.

I drank my beer slowly from the bottle and gazed out the window, hardly conscious of what I was seeing. The building facing mine across the small courtyard is quite close, and I soon realized that I was staring into the window of a neighbor's apartment.

I soon realized that I was staring into the window of a neighbor's apartment.

Only gradually did I realize what I was watching. There was a man in the apartment dressed in tight Levi's and a white T-shirt. I recognized him from the block association I belong to. His name is Robert. I have always found him attractive, but I hadn't really spoken with him. Now he was standing in front of a full-length mirror. The lights inside his apartment were on so that I could see him clearly, while mine were off, so he couldn't see me. He was tall and well built with thick black hair. He slowly rubbed his hands up and down the front of his body, feeling his flat stomach and then moving down to the tops of his thighs.

He then reached to his waist and slowly began to unbutton his fly. He wasn't wearing anything under his jeans, and when the last button was open he reached his hand in and pulled out his prick and balls. I put my bottle to my mouth again and tried to imagine what it would be like to suck on that delicious-looking fat prick.

He then reached to his waist and slowly began to unbutton his fly.

Robert poured a creamy substance into his palm and circled his hand around his prick. Slowly he began to pull on it, playing with it in its semi-erect condition. Occasionally he would stop to admire it in the mirror, and sometimes he would reach under his balls, pressing them up so that they would lift his prick higher.

I had finished my beer and was absolutely hypnotized by what I was watching. I hadn't been getting any sex regularly for a while because I had been so busy at work, and I realized that despite being exhausted from all the long hours, I was also horny as hell. Without thinking about what I was doing, I pulled my skirt up and slid my panties halfway down my thighs. As Robert's prick began to stiffen, I rubbed my finger over my swelling clitoris.

that despite being exhausted from all the long hours, I was also horny as hell.

Robert had let his pants drop to the floor and had pulled his T-shirt up to his armpits so that he was almost naked. His prick was now rampantly erect, and he was masturbating in earnest, his hand moving strongly and firmly up and down his tool.

I slid my panties all the way off and pulled my skirt up to my waist. My cunt was dripping wet and I reached my fingers deep into it to bring my lubricating juices out to my clit to smooth the rubbing action of my fingers. My eyes were frozen on Robert as he stroked himself, and my own rhythm had fallen into sync with his. My fingers circled around my clit, squashing it with pleasure, as his hand pulled up and down on his erection. Then, when he would pause to press his fingers under his balls, I would dig mine into my vagina to pick up more lubricating juices.

I slid my panties all the way off and pulled my skirt up to my waist.

Suddenly his rhythm changed. It became jerky, and his head tilted back. I could tell that he was close to coming, and I could feel my orgasm approaching too. Then his mouth opened, his body stiffened, and he came, his load shooting out against the mirror. I came at the same time, spasms of pleasure going through my vagina.

My body was hot and dripping with sweat. I forgot that I was a Peeping Tom. I forgot that Robert was an exhibitionist. I just knew I wanted his dick inside me. I reached for my phone and got Robert's home number from 411, thrilled he did not have an unlisted number. He was just cleaning his spent juice off the mirror when his phone rang. Looking through my window, into his apartment, I could see. The ringing phone made him jump.

"Huh-hello?" he said.

I hesitated for a moment, breathing heavily into the phone.

"Anyone there?" he asked.

"I want you," I said in a low, husky voice, almost a whisper.

"Pardon me?" he said.

"I've been watching. I want you to come over to my place and fuck me," I said.

"Your place?"

"Look out your window," I said, as I flicked the light switch near my chair.

He turned toward the window. With my light on he could now see me as clearly as I had seen him. I must have been a sight, my dress wrinkled and pulled up to my waist, my body wet with sweat, and my pussy exposed and turned toward the window. He hesitated for a moment as it dawned on him what had been going on, what I had seen and what I had been doing. Then he said: "Give me your apartment number. I'll be right there."

I gave him the number and hung up. Then it began to dawn on me. What am I doing? This is crazy! But there was no turning back now. He was on his way and I was still horny as hell.

there was no turning back now. He was on his way and I was still horny as hell.

I unlocked the door, turned out the lights, pulled off my clothes, wiped some of the sweat off my body with a damp towel, threw on a silk negligee, and fell on my bed just as I heard a knock on my door. "It's open," I called out casually, and then I waited.

It was now almost dark in my apartment. I heard Robert come in, close the door, and lock it. He found his way to the bedroom without a word. I could just see his large, strong figure outlined as he came in. He knelt on the bed and leaned over me. I reached up to feel him. His T-shirt was still rolled up under his armpits and I could feel strong muscles rippling over his flat stomach. Reaching down, I found the buttons to his Levi's and eagerly undid them to get at his prick.

His sexual presence was overwhelming as my lips parted and I took him eagerly into my mouth. He was delicious, with a strong taste of sex. I rolled him around with my tongue and then he withdrew.

He took my legs firmly in his hands and pressed them apart and back, lifting my butt off the bed and bringing my longing cunt up to an angle where it could be easily penetrated. I was wet and hungry as he lunged forward.

I was wet and hungry as he lunged forward.

His large size filled me completely. It wasn't that he was long -- what made Robert so good was his thickness. He stretched me, giving me a deeply satisfying feeling of fullness.

Most men say I'm real active in bed -- a tigress. I think it even scares some of them. But I wasn't that way with Robert. He was so strong and dominating that I just let him have his way with me. He started slowly, his prick moving around inside me in a circular motion, as though it was exploring me inside. Then he began moving in and out, ever so slowly and gently at first, and then a bit faster.

I was so excited by what was happening that I quickly came. Now he was pounding me quite vigorously, and I found myself coming yet again. I had often had a half dozen orgasms with my vibrator -- but never more than one with a man before. Now I already had two and there didn't seem to be any end in sight!

His thighs were slapping hard against mine and I melted deeper into the bed as I had yet another and yet another orgasm.

I melted deeper into the bed as I had yet another and yet another orgasm.

Finally I felt him tense up and then he exploded into me, shooting deep into me. I came again with his ejaculation and then felt his weight fall over me.

He rested for a few minutes on top of me and then got up and left.

The next evening on the way home from work I bought curtains to put in my window. I also stopped going to block association meetings. Robert had given me the best fuck I had ever had, but somehow I couldn't handle seeing him again.

-- Anonymous

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