Unquenchable Thirst

Well that was a disappointment, I thought as I lay beside my boyfriend after what he presumed to be fairly good sex.  To me it was just a routine and I could perfect my acting skills with faking orgasms.  Then after the “incredibly fabulous sex” we supposedly share he goes straight to sleep and snores, with satisfied exhaustion.  I know it wasn’t his fault, it probably was pretty good sex but I can’t enjoy it because it bored me to death.  I could probably have read a book while he humped himself to exertion and not have been sleep after he had spent all his energy. 1

After one of these nights of sex that left my boyfriend knocked out until morning I just got up and went to the window that was in the living room.  I could see directly into the bedroom of another apartment.  I might have stood there for about a few minutes before the man that supposedly lived there walked into his room, but seconds after him another man walked in.  His curtains were wide open and I could see every move he and that other man made, from start to finish.  They started touching on each other immediately, shedding there clothes as they moved to the bed.  I could feel my pussy getting extremely wet at this display of raw hot passion.  The first man got on all fours on the bed as the other man stood behind him, stroking his dick appearing to get it ready for penetration.  Without my knowledge my hand had snuck down to unzip my pants and get to my wetness, thrusting my fingers inside my pussy as I watched this man pushing his dick into the ass of the other one.  It went slow at first; I could see that they were really enjoying themselves.  Then the tempo changed from slow to fast within a heartbeat and my fingers sped up as I watched, heart racing as I came close to coming.  I could see the distortion in there faces as there pleasure mounted and they came instantaneously.  As soon as the second man came he pulled up his pants and put on the rest of his clothes leaving the first man right were he was, on all fours with come dripping out of his ass.  The fist man seemed not to mind and stayed like that for a minute or two.  I had come along with the men, now I was exhausted and weak.  I stared at him for a couple of minutes before I went back to my bed now able to sleep peacefully.2

I did the same thing the next night, coming more fully then before.  The thing was the man had a different partner but seemed to get the same satisfaction as he had gotten with the first one that I had seen.  I had brought my camera with me that time taking pictures of everything that I could, to save the memories for a later date.  3

This went on for about a week, my picture collection of him growing ever larger and every night he had a different partner.  This one night as he was being kissed on the neck by his soon to be conquest he looked up at my window and smiled.  I ducked behind the curtain hoping he didn’t recognize my face what with the brief glance I gave him.  4

Almost getting caught by the man I was watching should have warned me not to go to the window again and take undo chances.  I had to go though; I was probably obsessing since that was the only pleasure I got.  When I got to the window I saw him, and he was staring right at me smiling.  I should have run, I know, but then he started touching himself, running his hand over his muscular chest.  He was naked and his hand was traveling lower but he stopped when another man came up to him and started kissing him then he moved away from the window but I could still tell he was really putting on a show for me, since he knew I stood transfixed.  5

After he was done he looked up at me and mouthed the words that looked like are you satisfied.  I nodded not knowing what else to do and moved away from the window in abject embarrassment.  The next day I came home, my boyfriend had gone to his sisters for the day and shouldn’t be back until early the next day.  I came home to find the man that had been having all that good sex standing at my door with a big grin on his face and I could have sworn I felt my whole body blush.6

“Hey,” I said in what was supposed to pass as a normal voice but came out as nothing more than a croak.  He almost laughed although he held back as best as he could.  I wanted the ground to open and swallow me into the floor. 7

He said nothing about the croak of a voice that I had but he did say, “Hey, I’m your neighbor Erik and wanted to come over and say hi.”8

This pleased me greatly because it appeared he didn’t even know it was me who had looked at him at my window.9

I asked him if he wanted a drink and he and I both know that that was just a courtesy question but he took me up on my offer any way and preceded me into my own home.  I was in the kitchen making coffee, steaming over his behavior when he walked into the kitchen.  I didn’t even notice until he was right behind me and breathing down my neck.10

He said in a husky voice, “I saw you looking at me the other night.  Did you like what you saw?” his hands had gone to my waist and were now lifting up my skirt which flared so it was fairly easy to do.11

I tried to push my skirt back down, although I knew I didn’t want to.  I said in as prim as a voice as I could,  “I’m truly sorry about that, it won’t happen again,” I tried pushing away from the counter, hoping he would get the hint, but apparently he had no intention of moving and kept me trapped between him and the counter.12

My skirt was all the way up past my ass now, I had on no undergarments.  He was rubbing me there; I could feel his dick through his pants.  It was hard and kept poking into my ass.13

“Oh no,” he said with a laugh, “I rather enjoyed having an audience.”14

He had bent me over the counter and put my hands up on it.  My legs spread of there own volition.  I could feel my pussy getting wetter as I got excited but the thought of this handsome man, whom I had fantasized about non stop for the past week, would be taking me and in a way that I had tried only a few times before.15

His dick was guiding its way to my pussy, pressing in tightly as my hands clutched onto the counter.  I could feel my pussy being stretched as tight as it would go, and yet stretched farther than that.  I had never known someone who could be that big.  I screamed with pleasure when he had his entire dick inside me, my legs going further apart and me bending more over the counter so I could take more of him into me.  I could feel him restraining himself before he started to plunge more forcefully into my pussy.16

I wanted him to go harder and faster, and as if he read my mind he did just that, plunging into with great force.  I could hear his groans mixed with my screams of pleasure.  I was almost weak with gratification but wanted him to continue.17

He was thrusting harder and harder into me and I was meeting him with his every plunge into my stretched out pussy.  When I had almost succumbed to the ultimate gratification he pulled out of me.  I almost fainted with disappointment.  He wasn’t through as I had suspected he was, but plunged it back into my pussy.  That’s when I just exploded all over his dick, come dripping down my legs.  He came only seconds after me, mixing our juices together.18

He bent over and whispered in my ear, “Hope you liked that, it’ll give you something to think about.”  Then he left shutting the door behind him.  My boyfriend came home only minutes after I had cleaned up the mess.  We had sex that night and the only reason I came was because I was thinking about the unquenchable thirst I had had for my neighbor, Erik.19

That was the last time I had seen Erik, but that day would forever be in my memory.  20

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