Caught

[downhomeguy]

When I enrolled in graduate school, the first order of business was to find an apartment. I was fortunate to find one close to school, in a good neighborhood, and for a reasonable price. Luckily, it was one bedroom...I had lived by myself for most of my college years, and had grown accustomed to having a place to myself. I didn't have to worry about someone "forgetting" to pay the rent, I could bring someone home at night without worrying about intrusion, I could even walk around naked if I wanted to.

I was enjoying the freedom of the weekend, sitting on the couch and watching TV. I don't know what it was that initially turned me on; it may have been something on the television, or maybe an absentminded thought back to a memory of a girl I had spent the night with in weeks past. Either way, I soon found my hand down the front of my shorts, resting on top of my crotch. My palm and fingers moved unintentionally, and before long I was sporting a full-on erection.

"What the hell," I thought. "It's the weekend."

Deciding that I had nothing better to do, I pulled down the front of my shorts and exposed my loins. Wrapping a hand firmly around my shaft, I gently worked my fist up and down. The sound of the TV faded into the background as I searched my mind for something suitable to masturbate to. My mind arrived at the thought of a girl in one of my classes that I had noticed several times, a cute redhead. Picturing what she looked like naked, (or at least what I thought she would look like), I disregarded my surroundings and slowly stroked myself. Obviously I hadn't planned on leave the blinds on the French doors open...then again, I hadn't really planned any of this.

 

[Sensual_Goddess]

Room with a view

I looked around my sparsely furnished apartment. I could have lived a little further from campus and afforded a few more things, but the location was worth the sacrifice. I could walk to school when weather permitted. The price kept the rowdier students away. The sunny, west facing window in the bathroom was the perfect perch for my cat. I had only been here for an afternoon and already I was in love with my first "just me" space.

My main living area is only about 200 square feet, but it has French doors that open to a courtyard. I hate to use any kind of shades or drapes to obstruct the view, but the courtyard view means no privacy otherwise. I have a habit of walking around nude, so the window dressing is a necessity.

I'm no expert, but I do have one of those girly tool kits. You know, the kind you can get for $25 at any hardware store, all contained in a pink toolbox. My last boyfriend thought I needed it, and was quite pleased with his unique Valentine. Sad to say, but he was right that I should have a tool kit. Sadder yet, he was no where close to being Mr. Right. But, I still got to keep the tool kit. I guess it wasn't such a bad gift, after all.

It's a little warm, so I've stripped down to my shorts and a white t-shirt. Even in the heat, my nipples stand erect when I don't wear a bra. Maybe after I get these curtains put up I can take a cool shower and give them some attention. That thought gets me moving on task. Instructions in one hand, tools in the other, I head to the window.

The view that meets me causes me to drop the instructions. I grip the toolbox harder so it doesn't fall to the floor. I don't dare move for fear you'll see me and stop what you're doing.

 

[downhomeguy]

My eyes were staring ahead, but I wasn't paying any attention to what was on the television. Instead, my mind was slowly forming an image of my nameless classmate standing in front of me, swaying her hips while her fingers roved over her creamy skin.

I stopped suddenly, pausing for a few seconds to savor the feeling of hard flesh pressing against my fingers and palms. Standing up, I stripped my t-shirt off and tossed it across the arm of the couch. My shorts were still bunched up around my knees; pushing them down and kicking them aside, I flopped back down onto the couch and leaned back. Stretching out my legs and resting them on the coffee table, I closed my eyes and resumed my fantasy.

Now she was running her hands through her hair, enticing me to continue. A clear drop of fluid had emerged from the top of my cock, and I used my thumb to spread the silky liquid over the head, coating it and making it slick. My hand returned to my member, and I formed a ring with my thumb and forefinger. Pushing the soles of my feet together, I spread my knees and shifted. My fingers worked back and forth over the last several inches of my shaft, my other hand reaching down to brush along my thighs.

The illusory likeness of her slowly padding across the room, sitting on the coffee table and swinging her legs around towards me elicited a low groan from my parted lips. I made sure to keep my grasp loose; I didn't have anywhere to be, and I knew that delaying my self-inflicted climax would make it that much better.

 

[Sensual_Goddess]

I almost dropped my tool box when he stood up. It wasn't until he sat back on the couch and resumed stroking his cock that I realized he was still unaware of my presence. My conscience screamed "you should NOT be watching this!" but I couldn't move. The tool box in my left hand was starting to get a little heavy. I could feel my palm sweating as I kept a firm grip. I didn't know if the sound of the box crashing to the floor could be heard across the courtyard, but I didn't want to get caught.

The view was perfect. I could see his body, his hands working, his closed eyes. Closed eyes; my opportunity to bend over and put the tool box on the floor. My fingers burned from being held in such a tight grip for so long. Instead sf stepping out of view, I walked a little closer to the doors. My nipples tingled beneath the light cotton of my t-shirt. If I stepped to my right, I should be able to maintain my view without being seen. Then, I could relieve myself of my clothes. This show would be much better viewed naked. I had already crossed the line, I might as well enjoy it. I would just have to be careful not to make a habit of peeping on my neighbor.

When I had stripped down to my skin, I sat down on the end table and resumed watching. From my shadowed perch, I felt a little more relaxed. Sure, if he looked right in my window he would see me, but he didn't look interested in anything at the moment except pleasuring himself.

I pinched my nipples while I watched him tease his hard cock. I imagined the precum that must be dripping down the shaft, coating and making his hand warm and slippery. Almost like sliding into a hot tight pussy. With that thought, I had to slide a finger inside me. I closed my eyes just long enough to capture the image of his hard cock sliding into me, stretching me, filling me full. I put a second finger inside and reached as far as I could, and started working my clit with my thumb. I was so wet I was leaving a puddle on the table. I watched him stroke, slowly, deliberately, and did my best to match his speed. I didn't want to come before this show was over.

 

[downhomeguy]

It felt like the temperature in the room was steadily rising, though I knew it was probably just my own body. I could feel my heart thumping against the inside of my chest, my pulse racing as if I'd just run up a flight of stairs. Reaching up, I pushed my hair off of my forehead, where a thin veil of sweat had glued it in place. In a fleeting moment of self control, I slowed the pace of my hand to a crawl and savored the feeling of taut, slick skin and engorged flesh against my palm and fingers. Reaching down, I gently rubbed the inside of my hand back and forth across the head of my cock; the feeling made me groan, drowning out the sound of the long-forgotten television.

I knew that once I resumed, it would be hard to stop again. There would probably be a moment when my subconscious would yell "If you stop now, it'll be better later. You'll thank me!" I knew from experience, though, that the dumbed-down neanderthal side of my head would respond by screaming "Fuck that, I want it now!" The Neanderthal wins, he always does.

Any elements of my fantasy that could be described as "sweet" or "romantic" had long been abandoned. In reality, I was alone in my apartment; in my head, though, I was bending the redhead over the couch arm and pushing into her from behind.
Laying my head back, I stacked my hands together and slowly pushed them both down my shaft until the bottom hand was nestled against my loins. As my hands worked in tandem, slowly twisting and sliding up and down my length, I knew that I wouldn't last much longer.

 

[Sensual_Goddess]

My ass was starting to slide in the film of sweat that had formed beneath me. I wrapped my feet around the legs of the table to prevent myself from falling to the floor. This also afforded my thighs the room to spread just a bit further. All the better to keep my thumb pressing on just the right spot. When the sun shone through the trees just right, I could catch a glimpse of his skin shimmering beneath the fine glaze of sweat. Wouldn't it feel incredible to be sliding on top of him, sharing that slippery warmth, that rock hard cock rubbing against me? Letting the head slip inside, teasing until we're both so close to the edge there's no turning back?

Mmmmm, I moaned softly when I saw him wrap both hands around his shaft. That had to be the clue he was closing in on the big finish. I could almost see the tension in his hands, the arch of his back. I rubbed my clit faster, putting more pressure on the slick little bud. My hips were moving in a tight circle, my feet wrapped tighter around the legs of the table. I could hear a noise; a cross between a creak and a squeak. I wasn't sure if it was my breathing or the table getting ready to fall apart underneath me, but I just couldn't care. All I really cared about was not missing the moment with him.

"Come on babe, let's do this," I whispered. My fingers started moving faster, willing him to follow suit with his strokes. I was breathing faster. I gripped the edge of the table with my free hand, to try to keep from sliding off. Whether or not I would be able to maintain my balance, I was hanging on for dear life and praying the table would hold. I didn't care if it fell to pieces after I was done, but I wasn't quite there...

 

[downhomeguy]

My breathing grew into short, quick gasps as my hands continued to glide and slip along my shaft. My hips began to rise off of the couch, thrusting to to meet each stroke. Every nerve in my body seemed to have abandoned its post, and reconvened in my loins. The feeling of my hands nudging across every bump and ridge on my cock was intensified, setting my body on fire.

Letting my body come to rest back on the couch, I tightened my grip and increased the tempo of my strokes. Sliding down further on the couch, I stretched my legs out on the coffee table in a V shape. Reluctantly letting go of my shaft with my left hand, I reached over my shoulder and tightly grasped the back of the couch. Through my half-open eyes, I watched the swollen head of my cock, glistening in the light as it appeared above my fist before quickly disappearing back inside.

"Oh, fuck," I growled between ragged breaths.

My thighs began to shake, a combination of intense pleasure and anticipation. Throwing my head back, I closed my eyes; it felt like my body was melting into the couch, a tingly feeling washing over my skin. And then, in a fit of gasps and moans, it was over. Without warning, my shaft erupted; wave after wave of my sticky seed pulsed out of the end, arching up and coming down in long thin ribbons across my chest and stomach. When it was finally over, I fought for breath and went limp on the couch.

 

[Sensual_Goddess]

The creaking noise from the table got a little louder, but I was unaware. I could hear the dull roar that precedes a self induced orgasm; hyperventilation causing me to feel weightless and dreamy. I could see myself sitting on top of him, riding his hard shaft, back arched so I could grab his thighs for balance. I was right on the edge when I realized I had closed my eyes. I snapped myself back to reality just in time to see him slide down the couch. His cock was hidden in the shadows, but it didn't matter. I was watching his body. I could see his hips straining upward, could almost hear him groan as he thrust into his closed hand.

My nipples were hard pebbles, burning and tingling, sending urgent messages to my aching pussy to come on already! Why was I holding back? Why did it matter if I peaked first in this little game? What would waiting accomplish, really? Sweat beads had formed on my chest and belly, and a few had broken away into rivulets running down my body. They ran faster as they neared my triangle of neatly trimmed red hair, then disappeared in the patch of soft curls. The light tickling sensation added to the momentum of my approaching climax. I gripped the table legs tighter with my feet, my toes curled up tight, my thumb hit just the right spot and then I was agreeing with every cell in my body.

"YEEEESSSS!" I half sighed, half sang as my clitoris ducked under it's protective hood and throbbed in rhythm with the squeaking of my ass, sliding back and forth on the wobbly table. I pulled my feet up the legs as far as they would go, and then I heard the "snap" as the first leg gave way. I got my left foot untangled before it gave way completely, but I landed on my ass with a thud as the veneer top split. I felt a sharp stab in the back of my calf, and that was the end of the table.

"Fuck that hurts!" I said out loud, to no one, except maybe Shane, my cat. He was completely unmoved by my pain. "That's what you get for having me castrated," I could almost hear him saying it.

The scratch on my calf wasn't deep, but it did leave a trail of bright crimson, about 3 inches long. It stung quite a bit, or maybe more and my endorphins were still coursing through me. The table was trash, but I didn't care. It was worth it. I looked over and saw my rubbing buddy had grown still. I was disappointed to have missed the finale. I bent to pick up the broken plywood pieces and gather up the bigger pieces. I'd have to sweep to make sure I got all the splinters. I probably could have put my t-shirt back on, at least, but it was still warm, and I was still sweaty. I tiptoed to the door and slipped one panel open to catch the breeze. I was standing in the shadows, pretty sure I was out of sight. The breeze felt wonderful on my skin. I glanced back and down at my leg, and could see a little pool of blood had formed where it had run down my calf.

"I'd better get that cleaned up," I thought to myself as I reached over to shut the door. "Then, I am going to get these curtains put up. Certainly that will be the only show today."

 

[downhomeguy]

I lay on the couch for what felt like hours, though according to the clock on the wall it couldn't have been more than ten minutes. Eventually my breathing and pulse returned to their normal rates, and I decided that it was time to get cleaned up. Looking down, I examined the results of my escapade. My cock had gone soft, collapsing as I had after being thoroughly worked over, and come to rest along my right thigh. My chest was streaked with rivulets of cum, with a few small pools where it had collected. Reaching over, I picked up my t-shirt from the arm of the couch.

"Needs washing anyway," I thought to myself.

Balling it up, I used the shirt to scrub and mop up most of the fluid on my chest. Folding it over so that none of it fell out, I stood up and padded across the small apartment. Stopping to toss the shirt in the washing machine and grab a clean pair of boxers from the dryer, I ducked into the bathroom and turned the water on. When it had warmed up, and there was a fair amount of steam rising around the curtain, I stepped inside. Using a small scrubber, I scoured my entire body; I paid extra attention to my chest. After running some shampoo and conditioner through my hair, I finally switched off the water and stepped out.

Toweling off, I pulled on my boxers and walked back into the living room. The first thing I noticed were the open blinds. It took a second for the entire situation to process itself.

"Shit," I said aloud.

Then I started laughing, and I wasn't sure why. Maybe it was a nervous laugh, or maybe it was the fact that I was almost certain no one had seen me. If anyone had walked by and stopped, I almost certainly would have known about it. Despite the trance I had put myself into, I would have known if someone was looking through the window. I also knew that the only apartment with a direct view into my own was vacant...or at least it had been.

When I walked over to close the blinds, I could see a light on in what had been an empty room until apparently just recently. Leaving the blinds open, I walked backwards and sat down where I had been stretched out, and could make out quite a bit of the living space. So much for the hope that my couch had been concealed, despite the open blinds. I figured if the cops were going to come, they would have been here by now.

I could sense movement in the apartment, but nothing discernible; I could at least tell that it was probably not the behavior of someone who had just seen their neighbor spread out across his couch and coffee table, cock in hand. Closing the blinds, I returned to my seat on the couch. I knew that it would be awhile before I could go to sleep, so I might as well watch TV...and maybe make a mental note to try and keep the blinds closed more regularly.

 

[Sensual_Goddess]

It took a few minutes to adjust the shower water temperature, then I stepped into my new shower for the first time. The cool water felt good on my warm skin, droplets splashing my face then collecting and running down my body to the rain. I reached for the soap and lathered the warm spots. "Ouch!" when the soap got to the cut on my leg. I glanced back and saw that most of the blood had already dried, then almost slipped trying to reach it with my hand. All I needed was yet another injury, I thought to myself. Just let the soap and water work its way down there, would be my safest bet.

I washed my hair, then rubbed the excess lather over my chest, down my belly, between my thighs. The scent was soft and clean, not my usual stuff, but from my last hotel stay. Showering in a hotel always made me feel sexy, and carrying home a bar of soap or a bottle of shampoo from the amenities helped me enjoy the sensation when I couldn't get away. With school starting in a few days, I wasn't going to be travelling for awhile. I secured the lid and put the bottle on the rack, so I'd have some to savor later.

Dinner and a movie tonight was going to consist of something from my Lean Cuisine stash and whatever I could find on cable. But first, I needed to get those curtains put up. No, I needed a band aid first. No telling where I had packed them. A glance back at my leg showed no new bleeding, and nothing more than a deep scratch. I guess I didn't need a band aid, after all. I found a clean t-shirt in the suitcase on the bed and a pair of panties. As an after thought, I put on a pair of grey sweats I'd cut off to shorts. I didn't want to become known as the neighborhood flasher on my first night here.

My tool box was right where I'd left it. I glanced across the way and saw my neighbor had pulled the blinds. There really was nothing else to see here tonight. Darn! I went about hanging curtains, this time without hurting myself. They looked nice when I was done, but not as nice as the earlier view. I decided to leave the door ajar and enjoy the late summer breeze. The curtains afforded enough privacy for what I had planned tonight.

I curled up on one end of the sofa, Shane at my feet, and was asleep before I found a movie to watch. It had been an eventful day.

 

[downhomeguy]

I spent nearly 20 minutes flipping through channels, attempting to find something to watch. I looked through everything that was on, then waited for the change on the half-hour and looked again. Nothing. Finally, with no other option, I landed on the History Channel...or the "Hitler Channel" as some people called it. Sure enough, "Hitler's Germany" was the title of the show on at the moment.

Although I was technically watching TV, my mind was elsewhere. I still couldn't believe that I had left the blinds open and, try as I might, I couldn't remember why they were open in the first place. If I spent long enough thumbing through one of the psychology textbooks on the shelf, it would no doubt tell me that I had left them open on purpose; that subconsciously I had known what I was going to do, and that I left the blinds open hoping that someone would see me. No, no that couldn't be it. It had to be something much simpler. I probably opened them to let some sunlight in earlier in the day.

After a little more contemplating, I turned off the TV and sat up. Flipping off the light, I was halfway to the bedroom before something made me stop and turn around. Creeping back through the living room and over to the blinds, I reached up and pulled one of the slats to the side. Now I was certain that someone had moved in to the opposite apartment. The lights were on, and I could see the glow from the television. The only other thing I could make out was a pair of legs...long legs, definitely female, stretched out along the couch.

My first thought was that I needed to know whether or not she had seen me. Good or bad, I wouldn't be able to concentrate until I knew. The tricky part was figuring out how. Lying in bed, I decided that the best approach was a classic "Welcome to the neighborhood" visit. In reality, it would probably be blatantly obvious from the first time she saw me face-to-face; whether or not her eyes read "stranger" or "community pervert" would be more than enough to satisfy my curiosity.

 

[Sensual_Goddess]

The scene from earlier drifted into my dreams, and I found myself again peeking though the curtains at the apartment next door. This time, though, instead of lying back on the sofa, my mystery man was standing in front of the french doors. Shadowed by the patio so all I could make out was his tall, lean frame. I couldn't see his hand on his cock, but I could see his biceps muscle bulge slightly with his strokes. Could he see me, lying on my side, here on the sofa, curtains pulled back? I didn't dare move a muscle, for fear he would detect me and stop.

As my eyes adjusted to the dim light, I started to be able to discern more..his hair cut trim, neat, short, so as to allow the curve of his neck to be displayed when he turned his head, putting that tendon in perfect position to be tasted, licked, bitten. Firm thighs, tense, glistening in the evening warmth.

Yes, he is aware I am here, can he tell my eyes are open? Does he want me to open my eyes and whisper "come here..."

Dreams often have a way of becoming reality, parts of them, anyway. I know this, because I've awakened myself more than once by fingering myself to an orgasm. "Mmm, yes, come here, " I can hear my voice before I'm completely awake. My hips arch up to press my clit more firmly to my fingers. The sensation of flesh on flesh as my fingers burrow beneath my shorts to feel how wet I am takes me to the edge. I awaken to the orgasm that peaks just as my dream begins to fade.

It had grown dark while I napped, so taking out the trash would have to wait until tomorrow. I pulled the french doors closed and latched them. The apartment across the way was completely dark. He's probably sleeping like a baby after that earlier display, I thought to myself. I blew a kiss in that general direction, rubbed Shane on the head, and called it a night.

 

[downhomeguy]

The rays of sun peeking through my bedroom window coaxed me awake. Cracking my eyes open, the bright light caused me to immediately shut them and roll over. As I adjusted my head on the pillow, my mind immediately shot to the strange dream I had the night before. I dreamt that I had been spread out on the couch in the living room, masturbating, and that it wasn't until afterwards that I had noticed the open blinds. Recalling everything in its entirety caused my loins to stir; the feeling of my hand wrapped around my cock, tempting me into an incredible orgasm. Then, my eyes snapped open.

It felt too real...generally after a dream, there is a sense that it isn't a complete memory. It seems too far away, too fuzzy and lacking in detail. But this one seemed vividly close. Slowly rolling out of bed, I searched my brain for some detail that I could confirm. Walking out of the bedroom, I froze by the washing machine. Looking over, I could see a single t-shirt lying in the bottom. Immediately, I remembered throwing it in there. Dashing to the window, I peaked through the blinds; I could see curtains in the window opposite my apartment, curtains that hadn't been there long, as well as other signs of a recent tenant. That's when I realized that it wasn't a dream, and my concerns from the night before returned.

Glancing over at the clock, I saw that it was almost 9 a.m. I thought a run would do me some good; fresh air and exercise were generally an effective way of clearing my head and destressing. Changing into a pair of running shorts and a clean shirt, I ran some water through my hair and slipped on my shoes. I took more time than usual to lock my door behind me, all the while watching the opposite apartment for signs of life. Sitting down by the door and stretching, I continued to watch from behind the veil of my sunglasses. When I didn't see anything, I turned and jogged out of the courtyard and onto the sidewalk. My usual path took me a few blocks down, then through a gate into the city's park system.

After awhile, sweat started to soak into my shirt and glue my hair to my forehead. I estimated by my surroundings that I had gone about two miles, maybe three, so I turned and headed back. By the time I made it back into the apartment complex, I had slowed to a walk and let my pulse drop. Still nothing from my new neighbor. Going inside, the cool air in my apartment washed over me and caused a slight chill to run over my skin. Stripping out of my clothes...but not before double-checking the blinds...I turned on the shower and jumped in. My run had ultimately been unsuccessful, and I hadn't been able to stop thinking about the previous night. The endorphins from the run didn't help, and before long I had an erection. Water was cascading over my cock, running over the ridges and veins before falling down to the shower floor. I gave serious thought to wrapping my hand around it, taking hold of the wall and thrusting into my fist. Maybe that would relieve my stress, I thought. Ultimately I decided against it, instead turning the cold water on and cooling off.

After quickly dressing, I fixed myself a bowl of cereal and sat down on the couch. I was still curious as to the occupant of the apartment across from me. So, before I made myself comfortable, I got up and slowly opened the blinds half-way. Out of the corner of my eye, I watched for any movement across the courtyard.

 

[Sensual_Goddess]

My nap from the previous evening caught up with me, and I was awake before the sun. Shane was curled up on the pillow beside me; it was even too early for him to be demanding breakfast. I allowed myself the luxury of lying in bed and enjoying the cool dawn moment. These moments always passed so quickly, especially when an alarm startled me to consciousness. Plenty of time for that in the next few days. This morning, well, I was going to enjoy the peace and quiet.

I let my mind drift to the previous evening, the erotic undertones of the scene I had witnessed through my window. My nipples stood a little taller at the thought of the handsome how did I know? man all alone, stroking his cock until...until I broke the damned table, I thought as the scratch on my calf throbbed a little. I felt myself grow warm at the thought of being caught naked, legs sprawled amongst the shattered remnants of my cheap coffee table. That was one of the loudest ends to an orgasm I'd experienced in some time. Not exactly the kind of crashing I would normally want to be a part of my sexual release, but a single girl takes what she can get.

The sun began to peek over the horizon, and Shane didn't miss it. He stretched and pawed at my head, asking for his bowl to be filled before he was even fully awake. Sometimes I envied his life; lying around and waiting for someone to take care of my needs might not be so bad! I slid my feet into my slippers and and padded to the kitchen, Shane at my ankles, purring and nipping.

"Don't be so impatient!" I scolded him as he continued his demands.

I tried to remember where I had put his food. I opened a few bare cabinets, searched through a few boxes until I remembered it was still in the car. I had been too tired to bring it in last night so I had let him help me with my Lean Cuisine. Now, not only was he pushing me to feed him, he was going to be disappointed when I served his usual kibble.

"Okay, okay," I said to no one but the cat.

I picked up my keys and started out the door. Shane was obviously more impatient than I thought, and shot between my feet and disappeared around the corner before I could react.

"Damn it!" I called after him, like that was going to make him go "oh, I'm sorry, you're right, I have no business out here," and saunter back through the door.

I wasn't quite as dressed as I'd liked to have been, but it was early, and I didn't want him to get too far ahead of me. Hopefully I could get the bag of food, give it a good shake, and round up my cat before I ran into anyone outside.

 

[downhomeguy]

I had all but given up on glancing out the window; instead, I was focused on the TV. I hadn't changed the channel from the night before, but the box was no longer spouting information about Hitler. Instead, it was detailing the War of 1812. Not the most interesting topic by far, but at least interesting enough to pass the morning. My phone vibrated on the coffee table, signaling an email. Glancing at the screen, I saw that it was one of my professors reminding the class of the reading assignment for the first day. I had already purchased my books, but hadn't bothered to take them out of my pickup.

Grabbing my keys, I went out the front door and pulled it shut. My truck was parked a few spaces away from the door; unlocking it by remote, I opened the back door and started to rummage through the junk that had accrued in the weeks since I had last cleaned it out. I was still digging through a mountain of jackets when something brushed against my bare leg, causing me to jump. Pushing off of the seat and standing up, I turned around to find a cat sitting at my feet and looking up at me.

Growing up, my family had always kept a few pets on the spacious 4-acre tract of land we lived on. Cats, dogs, and even the occasional chicken or two had always had the run of the place. Much to the chagrin of my mother, my father and I had a way with animals. For no particular reason, they seemed to favor us over a lot of people. Reaching down, I slowly scratched the feline at my feet behind the ear. He purred in return, rubbing his head against my calf.

"Where did you come from, huh?"

During my tenure at the apartment complex, I had seen a few cats that seemed to have the run of the place. Occasionally a stray or two would show up, but this one was clearly not one of those. He had the look of an indoor cat. As I leaned forward to run my hand across his back, I caught something out of the corner of my eye. Turning to look around the edge of the truck door, I could see someone coming out of the apartment across from me.

"This is my chance," I thought to myself. "Its now or never."

"Is that where you came from," I asked the cat as I nodded my head across the courtyard.

He looked up at me quizzically, cocking his head to the side. Even if he hadn't come from there, he was a good enough excuse for me. Reaching down and sliding my hands under his warm belly, I scooped the cat up and tucked him into my chest. Bumping the truck doors with my hip and closing them, I turned and started to walk across the courtyard. I wondered if he could feel my hear thumping against my chest.

"The only thing worse than a pervert," I thought, "is a pervert holding your cat."

Stepping up onto the sidewalk, I still couldn't see much of my new neighbor...except for the legs. The same pair I had seen stretched out across the couch. As she finally came into view, I stifled a gasp.

"Jesus," I said to myself, "she's gorgeous."

Continuing to hold the cat to my chest and scratch him gently behind the ears, I finally got within speaking distance.

"Lose something," I asked, loud enough for her to hear.

 

[Sensual_Goddess]

Shane and I had been together for three years, but a lot had happened in that short time. I had fallen in love, gotten engaged, had my heart broken. Through it all, Shane had been the one thing that didn't change. I had opened the door one day and there was this dull grey cat with huge blue eyes. He walked through the door like he owned the place, and it made me think of that old western movie Shane. He looked like he was ready to walk away from the outdoor life and experience a home.

About six months later I met Jason. Shane took an instant dislike to him, which should have been a clue. But all of my friends were pairing up, settling in, if not settling down, and I didn't want to be left out. It was good for about a year, but the "m" word killed it. All of our differences were magnified by 1000 when we discussed our expectations about what being married meant. I'm glad we found out we were too young for that kind of commitment before I had tried on the dress.

I started my search at the parking lot, thinking he might go to something that smelled familiar. I bent forward to check underneath, no Shane. The courtyard was the next most likely place he would go, I thought as I stood to walk in that direction. Glancing down at my attire, the only thing missing, really was a bra. Nothing that revealing, and besides, I was starting to panic a little over finding Shane.

"Wh..." is all I got out before I heard a voice;

"Lose something?"

I looked up to see a man holding Shane. The first thing I noticed was the contented look on Shane's face. A smug cat smile that said "Look what I found," as the man holding him scratched him behind the ears.

Then, I noticed the man. He looked vaguely familiar, in an almost deja vu sort of sense. I was certain I had seen him before, somewhere. His face was not familiar, but the shape of his arms and shoulders, the swell of his calf...

The cut on the back of my calf throbbed just then, and the deja vu cleared to reveal what Shane obviously knew already. I did know this man. Well, maybe not know him, but, I knew what he was doing last night when I broke my table.

"Oh, yes thank you so much! Shane, you are such a bad kitty!" I said, trying to keep from making eye contact with the man holding him. I knew if I did, it was all over. He would know I had seen him through the window last night.

Shane pulled back when I went to reach for him, and I looked at the man. When our eyes met I blushed furiously. I felt almost faint. He knew! I could feel it...

 

[downhomeguy]

My eyes swept over her figure from head to foot while she recovered from the surprise of me holding her cat. It looked as though she had rushed out of the apartment suddenly, probably not expecting to run into anyone outside. Given the fact that a substantial number of the apartment's tenants were probably either sleeping off hangovers or otherwise engaged, it made sense that the courtyard would be empty this time of the day. That would change once classes started, of course, but most people were still enjoying the few precious summer days before the day-to-day regimen of schoolwork began.

My eyes lingered over her form; her toned legs that seemed to go on forever, her close-fitting shirt, the curve of her breasts. As she stepped closer, I could see her nipples pressing against the soft cotton top. Swallowing hard, I tried to maintain my composure. I wasn't here to ogle her, tempted as I may be; I had to find out if she had seen me or not.

"Oh, yes thank you so much! Shane, you are such a bad kitty!"

I smiled, continuing to scratch the cat behind the ear; he responded by digging at my shirt with his claws and rubbing his head against my chest. I noticed that she hadn't yet looked me in the eye. Part of me took that as an obvious sign that she had indeed seen me.

"Or maybe," I thought to myself, "she's so concerned about her cat that she's too busy focusing on him."

When she reached for him...Shane, apparently, as that was what she had called him...he dug further into my chest. His claws lightly scraped my chest through the cotton, but it was something that I had long-since grown accustomed to. Then she looked up at me, and I was immediately captivated by her eyes. The color rushing to her cheeks, though, drew my attention long enough for me to reach the alarming conclusion that she knew. Knew which apartment I lived in, knew what I looked like, and all because she had seen me the night before.

"Here you go," I said, smiling.

Shifting my grip on the cat, I lightly pulled him away from my chest. My shirt followed, still hooked on his claws, until it pulled free and snapped back to my chest. Holding Shane in my arms, I offered him to her.

 

[Sensual_Goddess]

Shane let go of his new friend, reluctantly, I noticed. So, it wasn't all men he disliked.

"He's usually a lot more stand-offish around other people," I say as you disengage the last of his claws from your shirt.

I feel a little of the color fading from my face, but I am still reeling on the inside. Should I introduce myself? Hi, I'm Brooke, the new neighborhood peeping Tom! I moved in across from you yesterday, wink wink! I can't wait for the next show!

Of course I should introduce myself, that's what normal people do when they meet for the first time. Technically, this is our first meeting, I just happen to have seen you naked. I don't think I've ever seen someone naked before I met them. Maybe we'll laugh about it someday. Today would be nice, but I think it's too soon.

The muscles in your arms flex and you lean a little forward to hand Shane to me. You smell like soap; clean with a hint of something spicy. I bet your shower wasn't 30 minutes ago. Lather running down your body, enticing swirls forming at your navel, groin, oh, did I just inhale too deeply? I glance down at the ground, let my eyes travel slowly up to your outstretched arms, take in the view. I've seen those muscles in your forearms before, and I have an urge to reach for them, pull you close. It's kind of like the urge to jump some people feel when they stand on the edge of a cliff or canyon.

Noticing my hesitation, Shane squirms in your hands. Our hands meet in his soft fur for just a moment as he resigns himself to letting you go. Now I've touched your hands. The hands I was watching so intently just the day before. Hands I have already imagined touching me. I have to get out of here before I'm blushing again.

"Thanks so much for your help, I'd better get him inside," I say as I take my reluctant cat from your outstretched arms.

"I'm Brooke, by the way, guess I'll be seeing you around?"

I'm blushing again before I can turn and walk away. I might as well have said hey, get naked for me again real soon, okay!

 

[downhomeguy]

"He's usually a lot more stand-offish around other people."

I smiled, having heard it all before. Cradled in my hands, legs hanging down, he looked back at me as if to say "You aren't really going to just hand me over, are you?" She was visibly nervous, and I had surmised the reason. Fortunately for me, it seemed more like an embarrassed nervousness rather than disgust or aversion. Perhaps it was just my mind telling me what I wanted to hear.

When she reached for the cat, her hands lightly brushed across the backs of my own. The feeling of our skin together, even if it was just our hands, was enough to send a shock coursing up my spine. It was similar to the shock I had experienced earlier when the chilling air in my apartment hit my sweat-covered body.

"It was my pleasure," I said when she thanked me. I pushed my hands into my pockets; if they had their way, they would be reaching out to touch and feel every inch of her skin that had thus far gone untouched.

"I'm Brooke, by the way, guess I'll be seeing you around?"

"Absolutely," I said with a smile. "I'm Carson. Let me know if you need anything. I know moving can be a hassle, and I'm happy to help."

As she turned to go back inside, I paused for a second; I had seen her from the front, and I was aching for a view of the rest. I let my eyes linger briefly on the curve of her ass, and immediately swallowed hard at the sight of it. "Maybe I should have been a little more thorough in the shower," I mused to myself.

Just as I was turning back towards my apartment, my eyes locked on her calf; there was a long scratch running up its length. Too long to be a cat scratch, I thought; she probably bumped it on the corner of something. Nevertheless, curiosity got the better of me.

"What happened to your leg?"

 

[Sensual_Goddess]

I had almost gotten away when I heard his voice behind me.

"What happened to your leg?"

The gentle throbbing started up again, only this time, it wasn't just where I had scratched my leg. Why is my calf an erogenous zone? Well, it wasn't always, not until last night, actually. A steamy image of me, naked, face down on the bed, him nibbling along a fine scar on his way to my...

"Oh, just a moving injury," I turned to face him again when I answered. "If you think that looks bad, you should see what's left of the table," I added, feeling that blush creeping up again.

I should have just kept walking, pretended I hadn't heard him. Now he's going to think I'm flirting. I'm starting to think that may be the case, too. Maybe not flirting full on, but hopefully, making my interest known. At the very least, not creeping him out. He was the one who had restarted the conversation.

Then, it hit me. He had been watching me walk away. He wouldn't have noticed the scratch, otherwise. There was some mutual interest.

Shane meowed and nipped at me. I was taking too long to get to the task at hand. When I jumped he squirmed from my grasp and sauntered back over to Carson. What a nice name, I thought as I heard it in my head. It has that western ring to it, makes me think of cowboys. I wonder how it sounds coming out of my mouth?

I was feeling bold. I'm sure it had to do with an itch I wanted to have scratched. I was going to trust Shane on this one. He seemed to like Carson; that had to be a good sign, right?

"Shane, would you like to invite Carson to breakfast?" I asked my cat. It seemed the easiest way to ask. That way, if he did turn me down, it was the cat, not me, being rejected. He could take it better than I could.

 

[downhomeguy]

"You should see what's left of the table."

"How in the hell do you get a scratch like that on your calf from a table," I thought to myself. Sitting on it, and snagging the corner as you slide off, maybe.

The image of her sitting on a dining room table flashed into my mind; hands gripping the edge, knees spread apart, eyes beckoning me closer. It would be the perfect height for her to wrap her legs around my waist and pull me into her. Or maybe bent over the edge, nipples pressing against the cold wood surface while my hands took hold of her hips.

I could fell the back of my neck getting hot, and I didn't think it was from the sun. Inhaling deeply, I forced the visions of her out of my head. They could only get me into trouble...more trouble than I may already be in. My attempts were cut short when the gray ball of fur in her arms dropped nimbly to the ground and trotted over to me, weaving between my feet and rubbing up against my bare leg. Squatting down, I placed my hands along his sides and scratched.

"Shane, would you like to invite Carson to breakfast?"

This was my chance. I knew what I could see from my apartment, but I needed to know what she could see from hers. Sure I had already eaten a bowl of cereal...but if eating again was what it took to get a look from inside her apartment and a little more time in her company, it was a small price to pay.

"What do you think, buddy?" I smiled and scratched his stomach, feeling his chest vibrate as he purred. "Come on, you look like you're going to start eating me if you don't get something soon."

Scooping him up and holding him under my arm, I smiled at Brook.

"After you," I said, motioning towards the door. "I can't wait to see this crippling table," I added with a smile.

 

[Sensual_Goddess]

"It was tougher than it looks," I said, thinking of the small pile of scraps I had bagged up the night before. It was probably a good thing you had distracted me. If I had been standing on the table, instead of sitting on it, the fall could have ended in a real injury. Something to add to the story when I confessed later. And I was pretty certain I would be. After all, I had invited you over to view the crime scene, in broad daylight.

Yes, this is the table I was using as a ladder to hang the curtains, in front of the only window in this room, that just happens to face your apartment. What time was that? Oh, around the same time you were splayed out on your back, stroking what from this distance appeared to be quite a handsome cock. I especially liked it when you took it in both hands and...

I was acutely aware of you standing close behind me. I swear I could almost feel your breath on my neck, your body heat adding to mine. It made it nearly impossible to concentrate on getting the key in the lock. Shane's insistent meowing wasn't making it any easier.

Click, the key slipped into the lock and the knob gave way. The rush of cool air that greeted me was just what I needed to pull myself together enough to realize I had neglected to stop for Shane's food. Damn it. Did I want to leave a stranger in my house to go get it myself? Or did I want to hand said stranger the keys to my car? It looked like Shane would be having a scrambled egg. He wouldn't mind.

"I know how Shane likes his eggs, what's your preference?" I ask, hoping to keep you engaged here in the kitchen alcove, away from the living area. I'd like to have a few more moments of normal conversation with you before we break down and have that other chat. The one that's been brewing at the surface since the moment we met up in the courtyard.

 

[downhomeguy]

Following her up the short walkway, I was treated to another quick view of her tempting ass. As she stopped to unlock the door, I continued to look down at her and wait. My eyes were drawn to her neck; it looked as though it was begging me to touch it, to lightly brush my lips over it on the way to her shoulder. I watched as a bead of sweat ran down, curved along a muscle and disappeared into her shirt as thought it were tracing a path for me to follow. It was a good thing that my hands were full...otherwise, I don't know what they would have done.

Following her inside, I recognized all of the tell-tale signs of a new apartment. All of the appliances, light fixtures and surfaces were spotless. There was a hint of carpet cleaner in the air; no doubt that once you exited the linoleum-lined kitchen, it would get stronger. The entire place was a mirror image of my own apartment when I moved in; the layout was the same, with the exception that everything was in the exact opposite place. I should have guessed as much, having already discovered that our living rooms were facing each other.

When I had made way further inside, Shane began to squirm in my arms. Bending over, I set him down on the floor and watched him trot over to a pair of small dishes against the sideboard, apparently expecting...or demanding, really, to be fed. My first instinct was to wander into the living room, under the guise of looking at the apartment, and see just how much of my living room was visible from inside. Why would I want to look at the apartment? She'll think I'm either an idiot or up to something if I start wandering around and raving over an exact copy of my own living space. Just as I started to crane my neck and see what I could discern from the kitchen, she interrupted me.

"I know how Shane likes his eggs, what's your preference?"

I wanted to say "Left in the carton while I pick you up and carry you over to the couch," but I didn't think that would go over very well.

"Surprise me," I said with a smile. My hands were back in my pockets, staying out of trouble.

"Anything I can do to help?"

 

[Sensual_Goddess]

"Anything I can do to help?"

Help? Oh, yes, I could use all sorts of help. Not with scrambling eggs, though. Those I could manage, even with an insistent cat trying to knock me down.
Help me with this irresistible urge I have to turn around and confess; come clean, then get very, very dirty.

I think you know I saw you yesterday. Not just saw you, but saw you, naked, hot, so very fucking hot. I haven't been able to think about anything else since. You were in my dreams, for crying out loud.

If you weren't completely freaked out, I'd keep going;

So, we can stand here and eat scrambled eggs and make innuendo-laden small talk, or we can cut to the chase.
How's THAT for a surprise?

That sounded great in my head, but I couldn't imagine being that brazen. I needed to say something, but I couldn't stop giggling. The entire situation was just too bizarre. And hot...so fucking hot. So hot I was on the verge of burning the eggs. That killed the giggles.

"Yes, Shane, I'm on it," I said as I separated the eggs into three servings and filled his bowl.

Shane picked gingerly at the still-steaming egg in front of him, then shot me an accusatory look. That would keep him busy in the kitchen for awhile. I tossed a couple of slices of bread in the toaster while I looked for some napkins. The small kitchen had gotten very warm while I stood at the stove, and I could feel a bead of sweat running down my neck. When it got to that spot just before it touched my shirt and disappeared, I shivered, felt my nipples go stiff, remembered I wasn't wearing a bra.

"So subtle," I thought to myself.

Pay no attention to the stiff nipples, they are just happy to see you, is all!

"You want to pull that other end table up to the sofa so we have a place to set our plates? I don't have a dining table yet," I said as nonchalantly as I could.

Here you go, Carson. The scene of the crime, the place I first saw you. I hope this humble meal will make up for me taking advantage of my view last night.
And, if you don't mind being watched, well, I don't mind watching. I might even be interested in more, if you are...

 

[downhomeguy]

I watched her work her way around the kitchen, gliding back and forth as she cracked and cooked the eggs. While she stood over the stove, a few more beads of sweat began to run down her neck. The more she worked, the more her shirt began to cling to her body. The more that happened, the dryer my throat got.

"I don't have a dining table yet."

"Absolutely," I said, turning towards the living room and looking for the table.

My heart started to thump against my chest; I finally had an excuse to walk into the living room and hopefully get a look out of her window. As I headed towards the end table, something hit me. She had said "that other end table," suggesting that there should be two...and they usually come in pairs...but I only saw the one. Then it hit me; the missing table must be the one that had caused the scratch down the back of her leg.

"How the hell," I uttered to myself. Then my eyes fell on the curtain.

So that was how it happened. She must have been putting up the curtain rod when she saw me...well, dealing with a rod of my own. It wasn't enough that she had seen me, but she must have had her nose to the glass when it happened. Reaching down, I grabbed the table on opposite sides and lifted it up. Carrying it over towards the couch, I placed it back down on the floor and stepped back.

Now I was close to the window...so close I thought that I could feel the heat radiating from the outside. In hindsight, it may have been my own body temperature rising. Glancing out the window, I stifled a gasp. The view I had from my apartment was nothing compared to this one. She had a full-on view of my couch; an occasional branch from a nearby tree blocked it for a moment or two as the wind blew it back and forth, but it was almost a clear shot. After my eyes had lingered on my couch, I noticed that you could see the edge of the park from her window...all I could see from mine was more apartments.

I swallowed hard, trying to regain my composure as I turned and walked back into the kitchen. At that point, I had reached several conclusions. She had seen me the night before, that much had made itself obvious already. Now I knew just how much she had seen, which took away any illusion that this was a "is he or isn't he" situation. The best observation by far was how she seemed to be taking it. A little blushing here and there, sure...but the fact that less than 10 minutes after meeting I was inside her apartment said something.

"So," I said, walking back over to the kitchen counter and leaning against it. "How are you settling in?"

Then the boldness swelled up inside me, and I decided to go for broke. As nonchalantly as I could, I added a small afterthought.

"The view from your place is certainly better than it is from mine."

I kept a calm look on my face, knowing that what I said could be interpreted in one of two ways. It was going to come out sooner or later, and it might as well be now.