Jennifer (she preferred "Jen" and certainly not "Jenny") was becoming accustomed to living alone. Her best friend from college had been her roommate as they each got jobs in the same city. But after a year, her friend got promoted and was relocated.
Jen didn't mind living by herself. Her job was great and even though she missed splitting the rent, she was committed to the end of the lease in the two-bedroom apartment. Her budget enabled her not to worry about rent.
She also really liked her apartment. The eight-story building was arranged in a U-shape, surrounding a small courtyard. The "bottom" of the "U" was only 6 units while the sides contained twice that many apartments. The residents enjoyed their balconies and the "community" they shared. Jen had made several friends, and they often got together for drinks and meals.
Her love life was not an issue. She was confident, smart and pretty. Several friends said her face reminded them of Emma Watson, but she didn't see the resemblance and passed it off as her friends being nice.
Jen was about 5-foot-6, slender but not skinny. She had wide, square shoulders, her upper body was trim, which emphasized the size of her c-cup breasts. When she did a "mirror check" even she admitted they were a great fit for her frame.
One Saturday morning, she slept in. Her apartment was on the top floor, facing West, so that the bright morning sunshine lit up the units on the opposite side. Jen sipped her first cup of coffee, standing and idly looking out her kitchen window.
When her eyes looked into the apartment directly across from hers, she nearly choked on a sip. There was a naked couple in a passionate embrace, kissing deeply, their legs rubbing together. They appeared to not care that their drapes were pulled back, their window providing a full view.
At first, Jen felt she should either look somewhere else or close her curtains. But the live porn show was enticing. The man's hands roamed up and down the woman's body, clutching her firm ass, slipping between their bodies to fondle a breast. And the woman's hand was wrapped around an impressive erection. Their deep kissing continued.
Jen felt a tingle between her legs. It had been over a week since a satisfying one-night fling with a guy she had dated a few times. Now, this couple was putting on a show that anyone with a clear view could observe.
The couple were in their bedroom. The man broke the embrace and pushed the woman so her head was on the bed as she was standing. Jen could even see her smile before her hair blocked her face. The man stood behind his mate, his cock slightly bobbing. He moved his hips forward and the woman arched her back. His erection had penetrated its objective.
Jen felt her hand on her crotch, lightly rubbing her pussy through the shorts she wore to sleep in. The man started to thrust in and out, making the woman's body shake each time his cock was embedded. "Damn," she thought. "That guy knows how to fuck."
She then froze before moving to the side and ducking away from sight. She thought for sure the man had seen her. In addition to his face showing his lust, he had a slight grin on his face as he looked in her direction.
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Each morning the following week, Jen kept her shades drawn. She usually liked them open, but she had a nagging feeling of embarrassment. Had she been caught spying on a couple's privacy?
A week later, another Saturday morning, Jen had let her "voyeur incident" slip from her mind. She had a productive but hectic week of work. Friday night, she had another date with her current "fuck buddy" (that was the term she preferred) and she "trimmed her horns."
Her first cup of coffee in hand, she opened the curtains... and there they were again. The woman was on her knees, eagerly fellating the man's cock. Jen sipped her coffee and decided this woman was as good a cock sucker as her companion was good at fucking. She felt a shiver go up her spine.
The woman pulled her mouth off the hard shaft and spit on its helmet head, her hand then adding that lubricant as she stroked is length.
And then she turned her head and smiled in Jen's direction. This time, she was certain she had been caught. The woman kissed the cock knob, gave it a big slurp and then pulled her mouth free, again looking at Jen and licking her lips. Her eyebrows raised as if to say, "How's that?"
Jen was like a statue. Her legs felt a bit shaky, and her breathing had increased. She took another sip of coffee, her eyes looking over the rim of the cup at the couple. The woman had gone back to sucking the hard dick and her partner was running his fingers through her hair.
Air hissed out of Jen's mouth between clenched teeth. She hadn't realized she had been holding her breath. "Wow," she whispered.
Then she turned away, went to her bedroom and used her vibrator to masturbate to a body-shaking orgasm.
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Jen got up early Sunday morning and went for a jog. She returned, showered and was eating breakfast at her small kitchen table. The curtains were open. Jen had decided that if the freaky couple had no compulsions about being viewed in their most intimate moments, she was not going to keep her window view closed.
She caught some movement from the corner of her eye; she was hyper aware of any activity coming from the "sex den." She stood up and looked out the window.
The man was dressed (surprise) and he was holding a sign and smiling.
"We Know You're Watching"
Jen flushed with embarrassment and with a surge of excitement. "Did they WANT me to watch?"
Then the woman stood next to the man and held up her own sign.
"Do You Want To Meet?"
She smiled and waved her hand in a "come on over" motion.
Jen felt her heart flutter. "Holy shit," she whispered to herself. She had never had more than one partner at a time. These two are implying they're up for a threesome... aren't they?
She managed a grin and a half-wave in response. She wasn't saying yes, she wasn't saying no... she was totally unsure of what to do.
The woman held up another sign.
