I heard your shower running as I walked along the sidewalk under your bathroom window. Since the shades were open, I was curious and stood near the street, sheepishly looking up, wondering if I'd be caught.
When you opened the shower curtain, you didn't disappoint. You are beautiful, curvy, luscious. You pulled your hair back and toweled off, paying extra special attention to your breasts, but I couldn't imagine that you would actually bring the nipples to your mouth.
You must have heard me moan, wishing I was doing that to you, because you suddenly turned and saw me. I felt like running, but I was pulled in -- and surprised -- by your smile. And by you continuing to lick and suck your own tits.
My hand unconsciously went down to my pants and started to rub my crotch.
Your hands disappear below the line of the window and I see you closing your eyes, your shoulders rolling, your lips opening, your breaths sharpening ... I, too, am rubbing myself to the same rhythm, hard through the fabric of my blue jeans.
I see you shudder ... and cry out -- for the first time I hear you truly moan -- and shake. Almost instantly, I feel a warm, wet feeling between my own legs. Suddenly aware of myself, of what I'm doing, I'm embarrassed. You giggle.
You lean toward the window. "Looks like you need a shower now, too," you say.
I walk -- run? -- to the front door of your apartment building. The buzzer already is ringing. I regain my composure, walk up the first flight of stairs and turn at the top, seeing a door slightly ajar.
"Either I'm really right or really wrong," I say to myself, as I walk to the door and slowly push it open.
I hear the water running in the bathroom down the hall. "Hello?" I say, just in case.
