It was nearly 3 AM when I tossed my keys on the counter and then my jacket over the back of the couch, slowly stripping off my shirt and then each shoe and sock as I made my way towards my room.  I still had quite a few things left to unpack so fück it, I'd deal with the clothing trail when my give a damn wasn't inebriated.

I couldn't even be bothered to switch on the lights as the city through my bedroom window illuminated everything plenty enough for me to flop down face first onto the bed.

My glorious, soft, perfect, gigantic bed.  

I smiled at the ridiculously soft duvet and modal sheets I'd splurged on and closed my eyes just basking in the giddiness of my first real night in my new apartment.

I was just about to drift off when I shifted and realized I still had those fücking tight pants on. I let out a disgruntled groan as I pushed myself to my feet. As my fingers popped the button and slid the zipper down I walked over to check out just how much I could see from the large window. It was fairly unobstructed, save the top corner of the building next to mine, but other than that I could see the lights of the busy city still going strong. I briefly wondered if it would keep me awake and made a mental note to add thicker curtains to my growing shopping list just in case.

I'd just finished wiggling out of the (probably too tight) skinny jeans when I noticed that a  window had suddenly lit up in the other building. It wasn't quite straight across, but a bit lower and diagonally to the right, which basically gave me a view straight into whoevers room that was.

Wonder if anyone can see into my room like that?

I shrugged it off and was just about to turn and fall back into bed when something stole my attention. It was a man, a very attractive man from what I could tell. He must have just gotten out of the shower because a towel sat low on his narrow hips as he paced back and forth, a phone in his hand.

He must have been texting because suddenly the corner of his lips curled upwards and he halted his pace, his finger tapping away at the screen. I wondered who it was... a girlfriend? boyfriend? A friend...?

Nope.

If it was a friend it was definitely a friend this man wanted because his hand dipped down to tease himself through the towel.

I immediately turned away, feeling a bit like I was intruding on an intimate moment, but damn did I want to watch.

I took a deep breath and instead of adjusting myself, i simply shimmied out of my boxer briefs and tossed them in a general direction, my growing erection happy for the lack of restraint.

Well now I'm fücking awake.

Instead of hopping right back into bed I decided to head to the bathroom to get the lingering taste of alcohol out of my mouth. I removed my contacts, glad I hadn't fallen asleep in them for the billionth time, and replaced them with my glasses.  After handling my business I had every intention of curling up in those warm covers and going to sleep, but it turns out my feet had other ideas. I grabbed the curtain as if maybe I just wanted to try and block the lights with the thin fabric, but once my eyes locked in on the man in the other building again, I couldn't look away.

The towel that had been around his waist now lay in a pile on the floor and he was laid out on his bed.  I mentally cursed the thin strip of wall between his two windows as it was perfectly placed to block exactly what his hand was doing, but I could imagine. I wondered who exactly was on the other end of that phone he still held onto, thumb still moving over it every now and then.

Thank God for glasses as I could see him much clearer now. I watched as his eyes fluttered shut, head tossed back and perfect lips parted. I imagined the sound that would come from between them and my grip on the fabric tightened. Dark hair flipped over as he turned his head to the side, sliding the hand that had been down in the blackout area up to tease over his chest. Those fingers never sat idle and soon they ran up and then down the long stretch of neck that was so beautifully arched on display.  I let out my own sound as the fingers that weren't twisted in curtain fabric slid over my own skin to mirror his motions. I imagined the ghostly touches were from his fingers and I had to bite down on my lower lip to hold back another groan.

The phone ended up abandoned as the man snaked his hand back down his stomach again. I wondered what he was saying as his lips moved. Was there a name attached?  I imagined it was mine and I finally had to give my very attentive cock some attention. I kept my motions slow and I imagined it was his hand wrapped around me,  those lithe fingers that had been moving across that phone screen teasing me as I kept my eyes locked in on the gorgeous stranger. I imagined my lips on that smooth chest, my tongue tasting, my fingers twisting and teasing.

He sucked his bottom lip into his mouth and I knew I was close and sped up my movements. His brow furrowed and I could see his arm moving, body writhing with his own self inflicted pleasure.

I think I surprised myself with just how fast I came, but the stranger seemed to reach his high right along with me and we both rode it out, catching our breath as we slowly came down.

I let out a long exhale when the stranger's face broke out in a huge smile as he laid back and stretched out like a feline.

For some reason it was only then that I realized what I'd just done. I closed my eyes, cursing my own creepiness, but also the stranger for making it so damn easy. By the time I opened my eyes the lights were out in the other man's window and I couldn't really see anything. I hurriedly pulled the curtain over to attempt to block the city lights.

Now I need a fücking shower.

----

I let out a string of curses as I dropped my keys once before finally getting the door to my apartment open. I'd left a trail of water behind as, of fücking course, the sky had decided to open up when I was only 10 minutes away from my building and I was literally completely soaked..

My luck in a nutshell.

To say my day had been infinitely shitty was an understatement and embarrassing myself by running through the city streets in my designer suit was not helping matters.

I'd been stuck at the office until well after dark finishing a proposal that other people below me should have finished days prior, but surprise ...

I whined like a child as I peeled the expensive fabric away from my body, vaguely wondering how expensive that dry cleaning bill would be, before heading to the shower and hoping the warm water would help at least partially brighten my mood.

I wandered around my room searching for some sweats to put on, but all I came up with were the soiled pair from the night before when I'd watched the stranger palm himself to completion without taking off his own pajama bottoms.

So yeah, I continued to be a peeping tom with my neighbor, sue me.  If you could see him you'd do the same, trust me. He's got this shiny dark hair that I want to get my fingers in and these full lips that I just want to bite so badly. He wasn't my usual type, but long and lean and angled in all the hot places. Not to mention I'd finally gotten a good look at the package he was carrying and I wanted to wrap my lips around him like a popsicle.  I tried to stop, I swear, but there's something so ridiculously sensual about him. He'd haunted my dreams, my daydreams, my fantasies... he was the new star of every one.  I didn't know his name, his preferences, his age... nothing. All I knew was he was fücking gorgeous and I would enjoy that show as long as it was on.

That sounds so creepy, but I guess it really is when I think about it, but I'm like an addict and when I try to force myself away from the window, my body fights against me and I'm right back where I started.

Judge all you want. He's perfect.

Speaking of...

I wandered over to the window, hoping to see light from the other side, but the window was dark and I couldn't stop the sigh of disappointment. I, of all people, should have been wary of walking around naked in front of my window, but no one would be able to see me except maybe the stranger who I was spying on myself and by the look of things no one was there anyway.

Maybe later. 

A clean pair of pj pants and a glass of wine later and things were finally beginning to look up.

All I wanted to do was order something ridiculously fattening and watch the awards show I'd DVR'd from the night before. Was that too much to ask?

Apparently so... since something had obviously gotten screwed up and it hadn't even recorded.

Fück it. I needed to blow off some steam.

I headed back to my room and tossed off my pajama bottoms, no use getting them dirty when I didn't have to, and flopped down on my bed.

I tried to think of something besides the poor man whose privacy I'd been violating, but nothing else seemed to get me in the mood.  One recalled image of his face and I was ready and raring to go.

I imagined that playful smile he always had when he looked at his phone.  Maybe I'd forcibly kiss it away as I pulled him against me, his fingers tangling into my hair and tugging the way he always tugged at his bedding.  I imagined those long legs wrapped around my hips as I slid inside of him, slowly teasing him to the brink of insanity.  I imagined the little whines and the desperate pleading I'd reduce him to.

I imagined the sound of my name as he arched and pulled, trying every maneuver possible to somehow get me deeper inside of him, but I wouldn't let him.  I'd seen him enough to know he liked to be teased, to make it last and I would draw it out as long as possible.  I imagined my hands gripping his, pinning them up above his head while my mouth and tongue decided to have their own fun with all of that skin that was just waiting to be tasted.

The slow rock of hips would keep him so worked up, his head tossing side to side as he alternated pushing his hips forward and arching his chest up to meet my hungry mouth.

Damn he would feel so good inside. It would be as much torture for me as it was for him to maintain restraint, but the breathy moans would be more than worth it.

I finally began to increase my speed, the friction driving me almost to the brink, but when I opened my eyes I noticed a light from the window and stopped my motion immediately.

Could it be my beautiful dream man?

I stood, ready to turn off my bedroom light, but before I could even take a step the light from the window went dark.

That was just the theme of my day... disappointment.

Still, I headed over to the window just to be sure. I was irrationally sad when I realized it was indeed dark.

I let out a sigh, but my cᴏck was still hard and begging for attention, just like the stranger in my fantasy had been. I leaned a hand onto the cool glass and wrapped my hand around my now aching arousal.

I let my mind take me away again and I looked to the dark rectangle of glass where that perfect man had been and imagined I was there with him.

I wasn't sure where I'd want to start...

His mouth.  Dear GOD that mouth. Those lips were literally begging for a cock to slide past their pout-like plumpness. They were made for sin and debauchery, much like the rest of him. I wondered if he was the type to feign innocence when on his knees, or was he the type to assert just who was in control of the situation... reminding who had who by the balls... literally and figuratively. 

I could imagine either and either vision made my knees tremble with weakness. I could only imagine the warm wet of that mouth and throat and that thought threatened to undo me before I'd barely even begun. There were so many other things I wanted to do to that body. I bet my hands would nearly wrap around those narrow hips and waist. I bet they would look huge running over his neck or flattened on the small of his back as I held him close or maybe as I pressed into him from behind.

Fück.

....

...........

I tried to catch my breath as I leaned my weight forward into the glass, waiting for my legs to feel substantial again.

I couldn't help but smile as I finally forced my body to move away from the window to clean myself.

I laughed a bit as I turned off the lights and flopped down onto the bed with a blissed out smile.  Maybe I should go to sleep early if those were the kinds of dreams I had to look forward to.

~~~~

I sang a bit to myself as I danced around my apartment, cleaning as I went.  I didn't normally do that kind of thing, but I'd caught my mystery neighbor dancing around in nothing but a button down and boxer-briefs the day before and watching that carefree figure dance around with his eyes closed and his mouth moving as he sang along to whatever it was he was listening to, made me want to see if it was as much fun as he'd made it seem.

Apparently dancing around in your underwear to Beyonce' is ridiculously fun and before I knew it my apartment was spotless.

I flopped down on the couch and looked around, feeling rather accomplished.

My mind drifted to where it always did... back to that beautiful stranger. 

It had been weeks since that first night watching him and I was effectively obsessed. Though, I swear in the past couple of weeks it seemed he was just as horny as I had been all this time and it was almost nightly that I was treated with a show. 

If I didn't know any better I'd swear he was out to kill me.

By this time I thought about him probably way more than was healthy. I'd given him an imaginary name, an occupation. I tried to imagine our conversations, his likes his dislikes.  I dreamed about dates we'd go on or nights in curling up on the couch together, which would inevitably end with a cᴏck in one hole or another.

It was bad enough that when one of my colleagues asked if I had a boyfriend, my immediate answer had been 'yes' to which I'd obviously had to amend to 'no'. (Which then led to embarrassment and me saying yes to an awkward date invitation which then led to an even more awkward date.) 

It had only gotten worse when late one afternoon I'd spotted the mysterious stranger just getting into a round with a man who looked quite a bit like myself actually, blonde tall built.

It was odd to see Mr. Tease at play before dark, but also seeing him actually with someone and not alone on display just for me. I'd tried not to, the threat of being caught much higher when there was light involved, but it was too tempting. It was so easy to imagine the other man was me and I was the one causing that beauty to fall apart. I'd been so far into my delusion that I almost swore his eyes met mine right before he dug his nails into the other man's back and his mouth dropped open.

Of course I followed right behind.

I get that things were getting out of hand, but I was too enamoured.

How sad is that? I'm infatuated with someone I've never met, or talked to... someone who has no idea I even exist.

I felt myself getting hard at just the thought of him. You'd think my dick would be begging for mercy as much as i pawed at it, but so far so good.

I lay myself back on the couch, palming myself through the thin fabric and closed my eyes... letting my fantasy come to life.

..

He didn't speak, just crawled to perch on top of me, straddling me. He leaned forward to brush his lips just enough to touch before pulling back a few inches every time I'd try to lean up for more, an infuriating smirk both irritating me and adding fuel to my arousal. My hands slid to his hips and over to lay out on that perfect little ɑss, pulling him down so that he pressed against me in the most perfect way. He groaned, eyes going hazy as he rocked, lining us up to slide against one another.

"Fück."

My fingers slid into his hair, leaning up and practically forcing my lips against his, my tongue seeking to taste every corner of that mouth. The little tease continued his grinding and his fingers found my nipples, careful and gentle with them.... which was in stark contrast to the way I was handling his body. But I was sooo hungry for him.

He was so tiny yet compact, solid yet pliant....  and fück I wanted all of him.

I sat up slowly, leaving him time to adjust as I did until finally I was able to get my arms around him and shift to get him laid out on his back.  I swear my eyes could worship that body for hours without boredom, but there was something I wanted to do more.

I slid my fingers up his legs slowly, pushing them up and apart to accommodate me and also to give me access to everything I wanted. His eyes were full of want and need and as I snaked my tongue out to taste him, I could hear the sharp inhale and I smirked before sliding my lips down over the tip.  I had to press a hand low on his stomach to keep his hips down as I went to work, tongue swirling around him as I moved down once more.  His fingers closed around my wrist as if using it as an anchor. How quickly my beautiful lover had been reduced to begging and pleading. I groaned around him, the hum producing a steady line of profanities coming from that sinful mouth. 

He was all I'd ever need to sate my desires.

As I took him down, my nose nuzzled against him, my fingers slid down to the strip of skin beneath his balls, rubbing gently. He pleaded for more, needed to alleviate the building pressure. I slid back off of him with an audible pop and just looked at him. His breath was ragged and his face was flushed... the perfect vision of sex and it was all I could do not to shove my cᴏck between his parted lips and use him for my own pleasure. The only thing that I wanted more than that currently, was to taste him. I wanted that intimacy, that power over him. 

I grinned as he begged for me to touch him again, his own hands trying to substitute for the hands I had resting idle. Watching that man touch himself was an addiction I knew all too well and though I tried to resist, I caved and my mouth met his again. The kiss was messy, hot and overly desperate as if we were trying to crawl right inside of each other's mouths.

My hands swept over that soft skin, teasing and twisting and tugging where necessary. He let out a whine as I left his lips and headed back down to my original target. He dug his heels into the couch as I slid my lips all the way down that long cᴏck. I could see him trying to hold back, not knowing what to do as he looked at me, fingers sliding over my cheek and into my hair. I knew he was trying his damndest not to lift his hips, but that was exactly what I wanted... to break that restraint.

I began to tease again, moving up and down but only halfway. If the near painful tugging at my scalp was any indication I was definitely winning and when his eyes met mine I gave a quick tap to his hip and he understood my permission, his hips lifting and shoving him into my mouth. I had to be careful and mindful, but it was so fücking worth it. The closer he got the more his words became nothing but fragments and fragments slowly slid into nothing but guttural sounds and quick gasps mixing with my name.  When his other hand joined the tugging at my hair, things switched up as he pressed and held me down on him until I couldn't breathe, but still I let him fück my mouth just the way he wanted to.

When I knew he was about to lose control I circled my finger around that tight little pucker below. I'd barely applied any pressure when his nails dug into the back of my head and I got the full taste of him as he arched up and then let himself fall back down to the couch completely exhausted.

I couldn't help but grin as I slid off of him when he was spent.

"You taste amazing."

I licked my lips and he gave me a cheeky grin.

---

I grinned to myself as I lay there catching my breath and coming back down to reality.

I most DEFINITELY needed a shower.