Alice likes to watch, but getting caught can be fun too
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His curtains were open again. She knew she shouldn't look, but she couldn't help herself. Stepping out of her shoes she moved silently up to the window and standing on her tiptoes she looked in. He was doing what he was always doing, pull-ups. As usual he was dressed in only a pair of shorts. She watched transfixed, as he pulled himself up, over and over again. Sweat trickled down his muscular back until the waistband of his dark blue shorts soaked it up. He was absolutely the most beautiful man that she had ever seen; at least his body was beautiful. She hadn't actually seen his face yet and watching him like this, when he was unaware of her hot, hungry eyes devouring him, was the most erotic thing that she had ever participated in. She knew she should stop, but she couldn't. She was obsessed.
She had seen him for the first time when she was taking out her trash. Crazy that such a simple domestic chore turned her world upside down, but it did. The apartment building that they lived in was a converted Victorian in the heart of the old hippie district of San Francisco. He had the bottom floor, corner apartment and his windows were above her eye-level, but thanks to the steepness of the San Francisco street, when she was standing at the corner of the building at the trash cans she could see straight into his window. What she saw that first night was simply a man working out.
He had installed a pull-up bar across the doorway that must have led from his front door to the living room and he was doing pull-ups as she glanced in. His white curtains were pulled back and tied at the corner, probably to let the cool night breeze in, and his back was to her. She had never seen muscles like his before. His skin was a beautiful honey color and as she watched the muscles in his back rippled as he pulled himself up and lowered back down. Sweat ran in lines down his back and pooled at the waistband of his shorts, making the gray material darker. His arm muscles bunched and contracted with each pull-up and she could see the edge of a tattoo on the underside of his arm, but was unable to make out what it was.
Suddenly he let go of the bar and she heard as his feet hit the floor. Surprised, she backed up into the shadows of the building and watched as he reached down and picked something up off the floor, a towel, and wiped his face. Even normal movement made the muscles in his back ripple and she watched dry-mouthed as more sweat ran down his back.
As she watched he ran the towel down his chest before dropping it on the floor. He still hadn't turned around so she couldn't see his face, but that was forgotten when he grabbed the waistband of his shorts and pushed them down. Startled, she gasped and quickly put her hand up to cover her mouth.
Because he didn't turn around she knew that he hadn't heard her so she kept watching as he picked up the towel again and ran it down his body. His ass was plump, high, and just as muscular as the rest of his body and her breath caught as she clutched her chest. She realized that her face was hot and she could feel her pulse throbbing in her wrists and between her legs.
He walked to the right and out of her line of vision but it was a few minutes before she could think clearly enough to move.
Part of her wanted to creep closer to his window and stick her head in like a peeping tom but the other part of her kept her sane. She opened the trashcan, deposited her small bag of garbage, and wiped her hands on her pants. Her hands weren't dirty; they were sweaty from what she had just seen.
Looking around her to make sure that no one had noticed her bizarre behavior she turned, grabbed her shoes and made her way back to the front door. She passed by his window again but the angle of the street meant that it was at least a foot over her head. All she could see as she looked up was his white curtain floating into the night on the breeze.
She had gone back again and again after that, hoping to catch him again. She took her trash out even when she didn't have any and had to crumple up unused paper towels into a plastic bag. She saw him a few more times and each time she stood and stared at the beauty of his back and watched in awe as his muscles rippled and flexed. And after each session of watching him she went back to her apartment and masturbated to the image of him, to the image of his naked body and his perfect ass as he bent over.
That image didn't leave her. It was with her at work and home, agitating and exciting her at inopportune moments until he was all she could think about. More nights than she could count she woke from dreams in which she was in his apartment and she was kissing every inch of his back, from his muscled shoulders to his legs. She woke from each dream panting and horny, and quickly brought herself to climax with her fingers or her vibrator. In the mornings she felt sated, but tired and she worried about her sudden obsession with a man whose face she hadn't even seen.
Two weeks after her first sighting of him she saw him for the first time outside of his apartment. She was coming home from work, walking up to the front of their building when she heard a woman shout. She turned her head just in time to see a tall, leggy blonde throw herself at a guy. It was only as the guy picked the blonde up that Alice realized that it was him. Under the cream colored Henley that he wore she could see the muscles of his back flex as he lifted the blonde. The blonde, fake because even from where Alice was standing she could see dark roots, wrapped her legs around him and kissed him. Alice felt her heart turn over in jealousy. Someone was going to get fucked tonight and it wasn't her.
She turned and went into the building. For the rest of the night she was restless, unable to sit still or concentrate on anything. Her body felt twitchy and on edge. She knew what it was, knew that it was jealousy and lust, but there wasn't a damn thing she could do about it. He wasn't hers, and wasn't going to be. She didn't know his name or what he looked like. He was a complete stranger.
She went to bed, and tossed and turned for more than two hours before she gave up trying to sleep. She picked up a book and tried to read but she couldn't concentrate enough. The words were a blur on the page. She tried to watch TV but gave up after surfing through all the channels she had. She thought about getting out her vibrator and trying to take the edge off, but in her current state she knew it wouldn't be enough. Finally, close to Midnight, she put on her clothes and grabbed her purse. Maybe if she got out of the house and went for a walk she'd feel better.
She went to the corner, stopped at the coffee shop, bought a mocha latte, and then walked for over an hour. There were parts of San Francisco that weren't safe to walk at any hour, parts that were fine in the cold light of day and parts that were safe at most times. She may have crossed into a few bad areas in her walk, but no one accosted her. She had lived in the city her whole life and felt safe there.
A little after two she started to make her way towards home, still wired and edgy, but knowing that she had to try and get some sleep. Coming up next to her building she purposely kept her head straight. She wasn't going to look in his window no matter how much she wanted to.
She was almost past it when she heard a woman moan. Reflex made her turn her head towards his window. The window itself was open again and the curtain was blowing in the breeze, but the apartment itself was dark. Alice stopped and held her breath waiting for another moan, but it didn't come. Instead a woman screamed, "Oh God yes, oh yes, please, please. Don't stop, please don't stop." Alice felt her mouth go dry and sweat break out on her forehead. It had to be the blonde and just like she'd thought earlier, she was getting fucked.
She knew she should move. She should run. Run into her apartment, take a cold shower and go to bed. It wasn't right to listen to them have sex, just like it wasn't right to spy on him as he worked out. But that didn't stop her from quietly moving until she was standing directly under the window. Because of the slant of the street it meant that she was further away from it, but at least this way if he happened to look out he wouldn't be able to see her.
She focused on calming her breathing, taking slow, quiet breaths in so that she could hear the noises from his apartment. The blonde was moaning again, long, drawn-out sounds that made the hair on Alice's arms stand up. She rested the side of her face up against the cool wood of the building and it felt good against her hot cheek. She looked across the street at the dark buildings on the other side, hoping that no one looked out and saw her.
She stood there like that for at least ten minutes, hearing nothing but the moans of the woman. She was just about to pull away and go in when she heard him for the first time. She couldn't make out his actual words; she could just hear the deep rumble of his voice as he cried out with his own orgasm. At the sound Alice closed her eyes, bit her lip and felt her nipples harden with desire. She would have given anything at that moment to be able to trade places with the blonde. To have been able to feel his cock spasm within her body and the hot rush of his come explode within her.
Her body was trembling with a need so fierce that her legs shook as she slowly made her way inside the building. She avoided looking at his door as she passed it and went up the stairs. Had he opened the door at that minute she wouldn't have been able to stop herself from rushing towards him.
In her apartment she lay, still fully dressed, on the couch and shook with the need that was rushing through her body. She could still hear the sounds he made as he came as echoes in her head. She reached down, unzipped her jeans and stuck her hand inside her panties. She was soaking wet, the wettest that she had ever been, and her fingers as they rubbed over her clit made a loud, wet sound. It didn't take long for her orgasm to hit and when it did it was so powerful that her back arched upwards from the couch and she screamed out to the room.
She kept dreaming about him after that and her dreams were so depraved that they disturbed her. In them she was a different woman. She was wild and out of control and did things that she had never done in her normal, wakeful life. In her dreams she ran her tongue over every inch of him. She licked and bit at the muscles that bunched and flexed under her mouth and hands, but it was his ass that she seemed to be obsessed with.
When her mouth was even with the plump cheeks of his ass she bit harder and harder as if she was trying to leave a mark. He didn't say anything, didn't make a move to stop her, even when she parted his cheeks and flicked her tongue out. In reality she had never even considered licking a man's asshole but in her dreams she loved it and when she woke it was to find her fingers franticly stroking herself to orgasm.
The dreams and constant need to masturbate disturbed her so much that she went out of her way to avoid his side of the building. When she left for work in the mornings she turned right instead of left and walked around the block instead of passing under his window. It was ridiculous and she knew it, but she felt obsessed and unhinged and she didn't know how to make it stop.
It went on that way for over a month. She was masturbating so much that in the mornings when she woke she found that she was sore. She didn't know what to do other than try and tie her own hands to the headboard, but when she tried that it didn't work. Somehow during the night she managed to get out of the bounds and once again her hands were inside her panties, stroking herself until she came.
It was the middle of October and the leaves were just starting to change when she made herself walk home the normal, quick way. His window was open again and the curtain was outside, blowing in the crisp air. She was fervently wishing for winter so that he would have to keep his window closed, when she heard his voice. At first it was just a low, husky murmur but then as she got closer she was able to make out the words.
He was talking to someone, probably a woman, and telling her that he couldn't make it. The person on the other end of the phone must have tried insisting because his voice got cold and hard as he said no again.
She hadn't realized that she had stopped walking and was standing at the edge of his window until a woman bumped into her. The woman apologized and Alice turned towards her. As she did her eyes went over his window and what she saw made her freeze. He was standing at the window, one arm crossed over his chest, the other holding the phone to his ear, and as she looked up at him his eyes met hers.
His eyes were blue. A light, clear blue that stood out in sharp contrast to his black eyelashes. Alice felt like a deer caught in headlights and she raised a hand to her throat in a protective gesture. She tried to look away, to force her eyes from him, but she wasn't able to. He wasn't talking any longer, but the phone was still pressed against his ear as he stared down at her. It felt as if everything that she had been thinking about him for the past month must have been written across her face and maybe it was because suddenly he winked at her before turning around and walking away from the window.
With a rush the breath that she had been holding came out and she felt light-headed with it. It was a few minutes before she was able to gather herself enough to start walking again and go inside. Her body was shaking as she made her way up the stairs. It took three tries before she was able to get her key in the lock and once inside she turned, bolted the door and with the feeling that every muscle in her body had suddenly given out, she sank to the floor.
She pulled her knees up to her chest, closed her eyes and rested her head against her knees as she tried to remember every detail about him. His eyes would be locked in her memory forever but the other details were there, on the periphery of her mind, and she just had to reach out to gather them.
He was gorgeous. His face more than matched his beautiful back. A lock of his short, dark hair had been lying on his forehead and he had strong black eyebrows and the longest thick, black eyelashes that she had ever seen. They were so thick that they made it look as if he had a touch of eyeliner on his bottom lashes. His nose had been long and strong. He had what looked to be a weeks worth of beard on his cheeks and above his mouth, but that didn't hide the fat, plump pinkness of his lips. His lips made her think of his ass again and despite herself she felt a gush of wetness in her pussy.
He had been wearing a gray t-shirt and a pair of jeans and as he turned she had caught a glimpse of another tattoo. This one was on the inside of his forearm but she hadn't been able to make out what it was. When it was put together, when all of the pieces of him were added up, they made what had to be the most gorgeous man that she had ever seen.
She probably would have sat on the floor in front of the door for the rest of the night if she hadn't had somewhere to be. As it was she was over an hour late getting to the restaurant where she'd agreed to meet her friends. When she got there she stood out on the street for a minute and looked in. She could see them at their normal table and part of her wanted to run. That part wanted to go home, get in bed with her vibrator and never get out again. Luckily she realized how sad and pathetic that sounded, even inside her own head, so she sucked it up and went inside.
"Damn look who finally showed up!"
She smiled at her friend Patrick and shook her head to warn him off. His boyfriend Jake moved over so that she could slide into the booth next to him. Patrick reached across and touched the back of her hand. "Girlfriend you look like you need a stiff drink!"
She nodded and Patrick called out to the waiter before looking back at her. Another friend, Walt, laughed and said, "Maybe she needs a stiff something else!"
The closeness of that remark hit home and she looked up at him. Patrick laughed and said to Walt, "Not everyone is as obsessed with cocks as you are honey." The table laughed and Alice laughed with them, relieved to have the attention off her.
Over the next four hours she had too many drinks, too much food, and laughed until her stomach ached. It felt good to spend time with people that she loved. It almost felt like things were returning to normal. At the end of the night she kissed everyone goodbye, agreed to meet another friend for lunch the next day and turned to walk towards home.
"Wait up Alice!"
She turned to see Walt coming out of the restaurant. He grabbed her arm as he got closer and she leaned into him. They had known each other since the first day of high school and he was one of her closest friends. They walked in companionable silence for a few minutes and then she stopped and turned towards him. "Are you okay? Really okay?"
She saw that he almost lied to her, but at the last minute he shook his head and whispered, "No." She grabbed his hand and squeezed it. "I'm so sorry. I know it won't help you to hear it, but he's an asshole and you're better off without him."
His eyes as he nodded were glassy with unshed tears and his voice when he answered her was thick with them. "I know. Deep down I know that, but it still hurts. We were together for three years and I thought he was the one. For him to just dump me like that...it hurts." She nodded and put her arm around him and they started to walk again. "I'm so sorry."
A block later he cleared his throat and said, "Tell me about you. What's been going on? Any guys I should know about?" She hesitated, but then shook her head. He said, "My angel you have to get out more. I worry about you. We all worry about you."
At that she stopped and turned to him. "What?"
He grimaced. "You know we only talk about you because we love you. We're just worried. Since Derek you haven't let anyone in. You're becoming more and more closed off and that scares us. We even tried to make a list of single, straight men to introduce you too but then we realized we don't know any!"
She shook her head and smiled at him. She knew her friends loved her and she also knew they were right. Since her last boyfriend had abruptly moved to Seattle, and hadn't asked her to go with him, she hadn't dated anyone else. "I'll be fine. Don't worry about me."
He kissed the top of her head and said, "Oh angel you know we do. We can't help it. On the very first day that we met you in high school Patrick and I vowed that we were going to be your Gay Fairy Godmothers." They both laughed and thought back to those days. Life had seemed so much simpler then.
They were halfway to her apartment before she had gathered up enough courage to broach the subject. "Walt can I ask you something?" He stopped at the seriousness of her voice and turned her so that she was facing him. "Angel you know you can ask me anything. What is it?"
Uncomfortable despite their shared history, she turned her head to look at the street. It was just after Midnight and San Francisco was still wide-awake. Cars and people hurried up and down the busy street and Alice knew that everyone would be partying until dawn. On the weekends San Francisco was in her glory and fun was only an out-stretched hand away.
"What is it?" She looked back at Walt and cleared her throat. "When you-" she stopped, took a deep breath and started again. "When you have sex...what do you do with the butt?"
Walt's left eyebrow went up sharply and he smiled. "The butt?"
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