-A Room With A View-
by Ann Douglas
(an309642@anon.penet.fi)
Jimmy O'Rourke sat on the living room couch as he and his
parents watched the movie of the week. It was a hot summer
night and the O'Rourke's apartment didn't have air
conditioning. The outdated wiring of the old Brooklyn
apartment house just couldn't handle the load. Instead the 16
year old had to settle for sitting around in his gym shorts
and trying to cool off with the large fan over in the corner.
The movie was pretty boring, but his mother seemed to enjoy
it. His father had dozed off in his chair about a half hour
ago. Jimmy really wished they were able to have cable put in,
nothing was ever really good on network television. Out of
the corner of his eye, though the open window next to his
father's lounger, Jimmy saw a light come on. Specifically, the
light in the rear bedroom of the apartment across the court.
Glancing up at the clock on the wall, the young man smiled as
he noted the time.
"Showtime." he thought to himself.
Holding his excitement in, he got up and announced he was
going to turn in. It had been a long day.
"Aren't you going to wait to the end of the movie?" Mrs. O'
Rourke asked.
"Nah, you can tell me how it turns out." came his reply as he
left the living room for the small bedroom behind it.
Stepping into the darkness, Jimmy made no attempt to turn on
the light. Instead, he merely quietly closed the door and put
the small hook lock in place. The lock had been a small
concession from his parents when one of his two sisters had
walked in on him one morning when he was changing. They had
a lock on the large bedroom next to his, so it was only fair
that he had one too.
Satisfied that the door was secure, Jimmy dropped onto his
bed and looked out his own window. The shade which normally
covered the opening was pulled all the way up, a sight not
that unusual on these August nights. From his vantage point,
he could see right into the brightly lit room across the
courtyard. It wasn't just any room, it was her room.
It was totally by accident that Jimmy had discovered the
wonderful opportunities the window only a clotheslines
distance away held. He had been sick one night from pigging
out on pizza and soda and was just laying there in the
darkness nursing a stomachache. When she had walked passed
the window, stark naked right from the shower - he had almost
fallen off the bed. Since then, he had become more familiar
with the schedule of her household then his own.
Maria Gonzalez was 24 years old, single and had lived across
the way for about six months. He had passed her many times in
the halls of the four story walkup. At the time, the teenager
had noted that she was kind of cute and didn't have a bad
body. Of course at his age, he made that appraisal of just
about every girl he saw, his sisters included.
Usually he would a chance to say a quick hello as she raced
up or down the four flights to and from her apartment. She
worked as a waitress at a local dinner and put in as many
hours as she could. There were 18 other families in the
building so aside from a quick once over, he had never given
Maria that much thought before.
Now laying in the darkness, Jimmy began to become impatient
for her to appear. He hoped that his slight delay in acting
on the appearance of her light hadn't caused him to miss her.
He removed the small pair of binoculars he kept hidden
beneath the mattress and trained them into her apartment. Even
on the best nights, he would only get a quick look at her.
The first thing he noticed through his spyglasses was that
she had moved her dresser. The large mirror on top of it was
now almost in line with the window.
"Shit." Jimmy muttered under his breath.
"Why'd she have to move the damn dresser?" Previously, the
dresser had been on the far wall and Maria had to step in
front of the window to get her comb or take clean underwear
out of one of the drawers. If Jim was really lucky, he would
get a real good look at her tits. Now all he could hope for
was a peek at her ass with her back to him.
Disappointed, Jimmy dropped the glasses onto his bed and
sighed. It was too good a thing to have lasted. He was about
to get up when a motion across the way caught his eye.
It only took a moment to bring his binoculars back into
play. There, reflected in the large mirror was a full frontal
view of Maria, clad only in a skimpy bra and panties.
"Oh God!" Jimmy exclaimed, remembering at least to keep as
quiet as possible.
Previously, he had only gotten quick looks at her, but now
she was just standing there. Giving him the time to fully
appreciate her slender form.
Maria had very short black hair that
extended to only an inch or so below her ears. Her skin was a
rich caramel brown. The bright white of her lace bra and
panties was an effective contrast. Fixing his stare on her
breasts, Jimmy wondered how big they were. They looked a lot
bigger than they did when she wore her uniform, which was
usually what he saw her in.
In fact, they looked a lot bigger than his 19 year old
sister Judy's, the only girl's tits he had really seen. That
had been one night when they were sitting at the kitchen table
playing a board game and Judy was wearing a pajama top. The
light was shining behind her and he could see her breasts
hanging loose beneath the material. he felt funny getting a
hard on looking at his sister, but finally decided that a
girl's boobs were a girl's boobs. It didn't matter if they
were your sisters. He later took one of her bra's out of the
hamper and checked the size, it was a 34C. he was sure that it
would've been too small for Maria. Jimmy watched in
fascination as Maria combed her hair. His eyes kept shifting
from her reflection to her actual body. She had an incredible
ass, he thought. It was small and firm and really hugged the
small panties. It looked so close he felt like he could just
reach out and touch it. Rubbing his free hand against the
hard on that strained against his shorts, Jimmy let out a soft
sigh. This was better than cable.
Maria then reached up behind her back and undid the clasp of
her bra. Jimmy couldn't believe his luck. She was going to
take it off.
When the soft brown globes popped free of their restraints,
Jimmy thought he was going to shoot his load right there and
then. Forget about her ass, he could see every detail of her
tits. The dark circles at the ends and the small stubby
nipples in the center. Never mind wanting to reach out and
touch them, he now imagined himself kissing them all over.
His hand slid into his shorts and pulled his cock free.
Gently, slowly, he ran it up and down his full six inches. It
felt so good. In the back of his mind, he imagined what it
would feel like if it where Maria's fingers wrapped around it.
Maria now took each breast in hand and rubbed them
vigorously, restoring the circulation that was sometimes cut
off by the tight bra. The motion of her fingers felt good to
her. Playing her nimble fingers over her nipples, she quickly
brought them to a full hardness. It'd been a long time since
she'd had a man to play with them. What with college classes
during the day and working at the dinner at night.
Sure there were plenty of men both in school and at the
dinner who would be happy to take them off her hands so to
speak. But she was looking for more than just a casual fling.
She was far from a virgin, having given herself to her older
boyfriend at 16. But as she had gotten older herself, she knew
she didn't want to find herself like so many of the girls she
had grown up with. Married to a useless loser who once had
seemed so desirable and tied down with a few kids. Or worse,
alone with a kid after being dumped by a guy who didn't want
to be tied down.
For a few minutes, the brown skinned
woman lost herself in the sensation of flesh upon flesh. Eyes
still closed, she slid her hands down across her breasts one
last time and over her flat stomach. They came to a rest when
they reached the small white triangle between her legs. Using
both hands, she rubbed against the silk material. A soft
sign escaped her lips in response to her caress.
Jimmy began to pump furiously as he
watched her play with herself. Already he could feel a fire
growing in his balls. Through the powerful binoculars he had
borrowed from his father, he could even see small bushy hairs
sticking out from beneath the folds of Maria's panties. He
only wished he had borrowed his dad's camera with the
telephoto lens instead. Then if he had, where would he have
gotten the pictures developed?
Jimmy was now so oblivious to everything but the image
before him, he wouldn't have even noticed if his mother had
walked in on him at this moment.
Across the way, Maria was in a similar state, having slid
one of her hands beneath the waistband of her panties to
provide a deeper touch. Her breaths began to come in shorter
gasps as she slid first one, then two fingers inside of
herself. In due time a third finger would follow.
Faster and deeper she moved, manipulating the small nub of
her clit and covering her long, slender fingers with her
wetness. Eventually the cloth of her underwear became too
restrictive and was quickly discarded - much to Jimmy's
delight.
Each was lost in their own world, riding the waves of a
rising ecstasy. They were joined in a common desire to reach
the summit, a bond that united them as if the clothesline were
a umbilical cord.
Jimmy's cock was as hard as it had ever been, his hand a
blur of motion. His body was jerking up and down so fast he
was having trouble keeping Maria in focus. No matter, the
image was locked in his memory. A stray thought filled his
mind for a moment - he was glad his bed didn't squeak.
That though quickly vanished as he felt the first surge of
his orgasm race up the length of his boyhood and explode into
the night air. His cock erupted again and again. Each
stroke, sending white droplets scattering in every direction.
He had to bite down on his lip to keep from shouting with joy.
He had never felt so good before.
Finally, his eruptions subsided until only a small pearl of
white appeared at the tip of his cock in response to his
continued pumping. He could feel a softness growing in his
hand and knew he was done. Across the small courtyard, Maria
had also reached her own climax, although a much softer and
quieter one. Still it had been satisfying enough. Enough to
let her sleep and dream of better days - and nights.
Looking at her reflection in the mirror, she decided a quick
shower was in order. Her eyes seemed to have a mischievous
gleam in them as she looked deep into the mirror and a wide
smile appeared on her face.
Still naked, she turned away from the mirror and leaned out
of the window. Had Jimmy's father, who had awaked a short time
before, taken that moment to turn away from the movie credit's
rolling across the screen, he would've gotten an eyeful. As
it was, she went unnoticed by all but Jimmy.
Petrified, positive she could see him, Jimmy laid
motionless. He was afraid to even bring down the field glasses
because that motion would've drawn attention to himself. Any
erotic thoughts were long gone from his head, even his once
hard cock had now shriveled up.
Jimmy wasn't sure how long she stood there. It could've been
only a minute or an hour. Then her smile seemed to grown
wider and she blew him a kiss, before disappearing from sight.
"Oh God." Jimmy panted as he tried to stop shaking. "I've
never been so scared before." A few seconds later, the light
across the way went out. He quickly cleaned himself up and
crawled under the sheet. Still it would be two hours before
he could finally fall asleep. He figured that if she hadn't
come over to complain to his parents by then, she wasn't going
to. It was a good thing he didn't consider the idea that she
might be by first thing in the morning or he never would've
gotten to sleep.
Over time, the fear that he felt faded and only the erotic
excitement of that night remained. Jimmy never did figure out
how she had spotted him that night or if she had known he was
there all along. The experience was never repeated because
the next day, a new pair of blinds appeared in the window.
Maria moved out two months later when she finally finished
her college classes. Jimmy overheard one of the neighbors say
she had gotten a job with a Manhattan firm and had moved on to
a bigger and better apartment.
In those two months, Jimmy only passed Maria in the hall
once. It was the week before she moved out. For the first time
since she had lived there, she stopped and looked at him when
he said hello. She smiled back and returned the greeting.
"It's nice to see you again." She added, that same
mischievous gleam in her eye.
With that she was gone, leaving a relieved and upon closer
inspection, a much aroused Jimmy O'Rourke.
END