Masturbating in Full View of My Neighbour

On a sweltering summer day, I found myself unable to resist the urge to touch myself. The windows were open, and the sheer white linen curtains fluttered in the gentle breeze. The white sheets on my bed were cool against my tan skin, making the contrast all the more striking. I was wearing a light pink tank top that clung to my ample breasts, my nipples hard and poking through the thin fabric. My panties were a matching pink, barely containing my thick ass, which spilled out enticingly.

My long, brown hair was tied up in a messy ponytail, stray strands framing my face, and my nails were painted a deep red. I lay back on the bed, my legs slightly apart, and began to touch myself, my fingers gliding over my hairless pussy. The smoothness of my skin against my fingertips sent shivers down my spine. I could feel the wetness building between my legs, a slick heat that made my fingers glide effortlessly over my swollen clit. The sensation was intoxicating, the heat of the day mixing with the heat of my arousal, creating a heady blend that made my pulse quicken and my breath come in short, ragged gasps.

I didn’t notice at first, but my neighbour from next door was watching me from his balcony. He was tall, with dark blonde hair and a well-built, muscular body. His tanned skin was covered in tattoos, and a light stubble adorned his chiseled jawline. His eyes were locked on me, filled with lust. He wore a pair of casual shorts and a t-shirt, but his hand was already moving towards his crotch.

As I continued to touch myself, I noticed movement out of the corner of my eye. Turning my head slightly, I saw him standing there, his eyes burning with desire as he watched me. He pulled his cock out of his shorts, not bothering to drop them to his ankles. It was thick and long, and he began to stroke it slowly, his eyes never leaving my body. His cock was veiny and the head was swollen, glistening with precum. He gripped it tightly, his hand moving up and down in a slow, deliberate rhythm. I could see the tension in his muscles, the way his abs tightened with each stroke. He made low, guttural noises, his breath hitching as he watched me. His free hand gripped the balcony railing, knuckles white, as he fought to control his arousal.

Realising I had an audience, I decided to give him a show. I licked my fingers, tasting my own arousal before moving them back to my clit, rubbing in slow, deliberate circles. My other hand roamed over my breasts, pinching my nipples through the fabric of my tank top. The sensation sent jolts of pleasure straight to my core. My nipples were so hard they almost hurt, and I knew he could see them straining against the fabric. With a mischievous smile, I peeled off my tank top, letting my heavy, big breasts fall free. My nipples were erect and begging for attention. I squeezed them, rolling them between my fingers, moaning softly as the pleasure intensified.

His reaction was immediate. His strokes became faster, more urgent. He licked his lips, his eyes glued to my breasts, watching them bounce slightly with each movement. He was completely entranced, his desire evident in every strained muscle of his body. He groaned, a deep, animalistic sound that made my pussy throb with need.

I spread my legs wider, giving him a clear view of my pussy. The hot summer breeze brushed against my bare skin, sending a shiver of excitement through me. I could see his eyes darken with desire as he drank in the sight of my exposed body. His strokes became faster, his chest rising and falling with heavy breathing as he watched me. The intensity of his gaze made my heart race, and I reached for my vibrator on the bedside table, turning it on and pressing it against my clit. The intense vibrations made me moan loudly, the sound carrying through the open window. I knew he could hear me, and it only made me wetter.

His eyes widened as he watched me pleasure myself with the vibrator, his own hand working furiously on his cock. He was tall and fit, his muscles flexing with each stroke. His blonde hair fell across his forehead, and a hint of stubble shadowed his strong jawline. The sight of his arousal, his cock thick and hard in his hand, only fueled my own desire. I arched my back, pressing the vibrator harder against my clit, feeling the waves of pleasure build inside me. My moans grew louder, and I knew I was putting on a show he would never forget.

We locked eyes, and the connection was electric. His hand moved faster, his grip tightening around his cock as he watched me come closer to my climax. The intensity of his gaze sent a thrill through me, and I could see the lust and need in his eyes, matching my own. The way he looked at me, like he wanted to devour every inch of my body, made my arousal spike. My breathing quickened, and I could feel the orgasm building inside me, ready to explode.

My body tensed, and I cried out as I came, my juices flowing onto the white linen sheets. The intense pleasure washed over me in waves, making my body shudder and arch. The sight of my orgasm, the way my body convulsed with pleasure, pushed him over the edge. He grunted, his body shuddering as he came, his cum splattering onto the balcony railing. The sight of his release, the way his body tensed and his cock pulsed in his hand, sent a final jolt of pleasure through me.

We stayed like that for a moment, our bodies still trembling from the intensity of our orgasms. The summer breeze continued to blow through the open window, cooling our heated skin. Slowly, I caught my breath and looked up at him, a satisfied smile spreading across my lips. He returned my smile, his eyes still filled with desire and appreciation.