My Dirty Neighbor Watches: An Explicit Exhibitionist Sex Story by the Window

I always liked teasing strangers with glimpses they did nothing to earn. But no one ever watched as hungrily as Jake, my new neighbor from across the alley. He’s tall and broad—thick arms, messy brown hair, hands that look like they can handle a woman. I noticed them the first day he moved in. He noticed me too, apparently.

Tonight, the city burned blue outside my windows and my room was a stage—curtains open wide. I wore nothing but a tiny black camisole and a pair of lace panties, hips cocked as I watered my plants. I knew Jake’s lights were off, his window cracked. I saw the flicker of his phone screen, the gleam of his hungry eyes. He watched every move.

I stretched, letting my cami ride up, feeding him a slice of ass, then bent forward to set the watering can down. My ass pressed against the pane. I wiggled, letting my wet crotch show through the transparent lace. I could feel my nipples harden, clinging to the thin fabric, heat pulsing between my thighs the longer I lingered.

A shiver ran through me as I caught Jake’s silhouette shifting. He was leaning forward, palm pressed against his glass. I grinned and pulled off the cami in one slow, teasing motion.

Naked from the waist up, I circled my nipples with wet fingers, pinching, tugging. My breath grew ragged. I faced the window full-on, letting both tits bounce. Jake couldn’t look away. It was fucking electric, this charge between us—the risk, the wickedness of being seen.

I slid a hand between my thighs. My pussy was already soaked, panties tight and sticky against my lips. I traced the dampness up and down my slit, then pushed the fabric aside so he could see everything: bare cunt, spread wide, glistening and eager. I moaned, loud and shameless: “Wanna watch me, baby? Come on, jerk that cock for me.”

Jake’s hand moved. He was stroking himself now, rough, desperate. I could see the shape of his cock in the dim light—thick and long, dripping with precum.

The tension snapped. I shoved my panties down, kicked them away, legs spread wide on the window seat. Two fingers slid inside my pussy, so wet they slipped in easy. I fucked myself for him, driving my fingers deep, curling them up, feeling my walls clutch and pulse. My other hand played with my tits, tugging, pinching, rolling my nipples until I cried out.

Jake’s breathing fogged his glass. He jerked harder, his cock swollen, leaking, fist slapping against his gut. I fanned my legs even wider, middle finger rubbing rough circles right on my clit—so goddamn needy I couldn’t stop.

“Are you close, baby?” I taunted. “You wanna see me cum? Watch me squirt all over this seat, dirty for you?”

Jake nodded, swearing silently, his teeth gritted. I arched my back and fingered my slit faster, moaning raw and filthy, loving the way my juices dripped down my thighs. My pussy clenched, tightening, trembling on the edge.

Suddenly, Jake thrust his window open. “Fuck this,” he growled, low and desperate. Seconds later, my front door buzzed. I barely cared that I was naked—I just wanted him inside me. I ran to the door, flung it open, yanked him in. Jake didn’t speak; he just grabbed me, slammed my back to the wall, mouth hot and rough against mine. His hands gripped my ass, lifting me, my legs wrapping around his waist.

Jake’s jeans dropped to his ankles. His cock was huge—thick, flushed, already slick with precum. I grabbed it, guiding him to my dripping hole. He shoved in, hard, stretching me wide, making me scream.

“Shit, you’re so fucking wet—tight as hell,” he growled, thrusting deep. His balls slapped my ass. I drove my hips back onto his cock, nails raking his shoulders. “You like being such a dirty showoff?”

“Love it,” I panted. “Fuck me, let him hear me cum!”

He bent me over the windowsill, pressing my face to the glass. The alley was empty except for shadows. Jake grabbed my hips, slamming into my pussy, fucking me so hard the glass rattled. I looked down—my tits smooshed against the window, my hips pumping back for every thrust. I could see our sweaty reflection, his cock pounding my soaking cunt, his hand sneaking between my legs to rub my throbbing clit.

I screamed as my orgasm hit, body shaking, pussy clenching tight around his cock. He didn’t stop—he just moaned, “Cum for me, fuck, squirt all over my cock, get that window messy.”

I exploded—juices gushing, soaking his cock and thighs, dribbling to the floor. Jake didn’t last much longer. “I’m gonna fill you up, fuck, gonna cum so deep—”

He shoved deep and let go, hot spurts of cum spilling inside me, thick and filthy. He pumped a few more times, his cock twitching in my pussy. We collapsed right there, sweaty and grinning, cum leaking out onto my thighs, both of us in full view of the empty street.

“So,” I panted, licking sweat off his neck, “You like the view?”

Jake just smiled, still rock hard, and pulled me back for round two.