Apartment Hunt Pt. 01

January 7, 2023

Good evening journal! It's been a whole week since the new year's begun, so in celebration of that and the crumbling reality that is my love life, here I sit and write. Pete and I ended things 2 weeks ago, due to our failing communication skills and overall disdain for one another, and to the surprise of all my friends who have generously donated all their leftover holiday chocolates to me, I'm not feeling all that shitty. Pete was cute, funny when he wanted to be and generally interesting, but I've never felt more free! His sarcasm had really lost it's charm on me about 3 months ago and ever since, I'd been severely craving my independence. So, with chocolate truffles and a glass of Cabernet Sauvignon at my side, I've got a story to tell. Buckle up reader cuz this one's a doozy.

I moved into my Brooklyn apartment 6 months ago after getting promoted at the law firm. The day I moved in, everything went pretty normally. Neighbors seemed smart and definitely too hip for my liking, but nice enough. After moving all the boxes into my place, I finally settled down on my new beige leather couch. It was hot as hell outside, but my cracked window invited a comfortable breeze. My legs felt sticky and kind of wet whenever I'd lift them from my seating position, but I felt happy. This is my first place I've had all to myself! I decided to unbox the new 6 ft tall mirror I'd recently picked up off the side of the road. I thought it'd look cool and kind of trippy to place a couple big mirrors in front of the large windows of my living room. When I shuffled the 6 ft tall mirror over to the center window, I noticed that I could really clearly see through the window of the apartment directly across from mine. All the other peoples' windows were camouflaged with curtains, but this one wasn't. I couldn't help but stare and wait for a figure to appear. I wanted details; I wanted to see what their apartment's interior was like, wanted to see who occupied this neighboring space, what they were doing, were they attractive? Would they ever look out their window and notice me staring back? I placed the mirror down and went to grab a glass of wine. It had been a long day and I was ready to relax for the evening. Sitting myself back on the couch but this time with a clear view of that same apartment window, I allowed my imagination to run wild.

I envisioned a man around the age of 35 accessing the fridge that was in view, grabbing an ice cold beer and sipping it slowly. As he sipped it, some spilled on his shirt. He seemed upset, angry.. I presume he really likes this shirt. Then he left the room, leaving me waiting for his return. I could feel sweat gathering around my thighs, the temperature rising around me. I became thirsty, my mouth dry, dreaming of the beer that was moving down his chest into his pants. Before I knew it, he came back into frame. This time without a shirt and with a woman accompanying him. She seemed to know where things were in his kitchen, as she helped him clean up the spilled beer on the floor. He had on only a pair of dark jeans, his body looking strong and soft to the touch. I imagined what it would feel like to stroke his arms and kiss his chest. The woman next to him had on a long beautiful red dress that seemed to be made of silk. It looked comfortable and so sexy as it draped over her figure, revealing the sides of her breasts and clinging to her hips and waist. She was barefoot and so was he.

He pulled her close in one quick motion, hand on her back. He was stroking her arms, her back, her face. Then he reached down and started grabbing her ass and shaking it like he knew that was the only way to drive her fucking insane. She pulled him close too and started kissing his neck. He pulled her hair and she fought to keep kissing him. I watched them wrestle with their bodies, like animals fighting over who would fuck the other one first. Ultimately, they both won. As he slowly dropped each one of her dress straps over her shoulders, her dress falling to the floor, her naked body looking cold and bare next to his, he forced her to turn around while he grabbed her pussy with a force I can only imagine would send me into an instant climax. Her leg wrapped around him and I could tell she was wiggling his pants off with her free hand. I imagined how wet she must've felt under his fingers, how soft her breasts and her neck would've felt under his rough hands. I could hear her moaning in my ears as if I were right there next to them. I could hear him saying to her, "Goddammit you're sexy. Turn around and give me that pussy." The sound of her wetness splashing between his moving fingers, his big body and his huge cock moving in and out of her. I saw him move his hand to her throat, choking her in a way that made her feel like she had no control, and she fucking loved it. He listened to her scream "Oh my god, oh my god!" As she squirted all over his fingers. She was completely held in his arms, and then all of a sudden she dropped to her knees and I watched as he spat on his cock and assumed position. Something had shifted in his demeanor.. he wasn't being forceful now. He started behind her gently inserting his cock between her thighs, teasing her dripping wet cunt. He put the tip inside her, wiggled it around, then pulled it back out. He stroked her back and gently pulled her hair so that her head was tilted back towards him. She turned her cheek to face him and they started kissing. I couldn't help but wonder what this kiss tasted like. I wished they tasted like strawberries, juicy and sweet. Her lips were so plump and soft, I imagined they had to taste like some kind of god- given fruit. Next thing I knew, the man grabbed her ass and started spanking her with such force I was sure they'd have to pull apart. Surely enough, they kept kissing. He grabbed and spanked her ass so hard that it left red hand prints on her, yet their tongues kept on dancing. Every time he slapped her ass her whole body shook. I envisioned her pussy quivering and getting wetter with each slap. Suddenly he started fingering her again and before I knew it, he shoved his cock inside her. She moaned so loud I was sure everyone in the building could hear! She bounced back and forth on his dick, pulling his waist closer to her to feel him even deeper inside her. I sat there, mouth wide open, fingers inside my underwear, pussy soaking and throbbing, before I came back to reality and realized I had just envisioned this whole scene in front of my window where anyone could see me. For a brief moment, I considered what would happen if someone did see me. I imagined them looking out their window, making eye contact with me while my fingers were inside my pussy, and I imagined them starting to touch themselves too. Grabbing their own crotch and pulling their shirt up to reveal themselves even more to me. I envisioned us staring at each other and touching ourselves until we both furiously came at the very same instant. I said to myself while I squeezed and teased my nipples now, "Yeah baby, you're gonna cum for me? Fuck, how much do you wish you were inside of me right now? Come on baby, come inside me right fucking now. Come over here and fuck me until I squirt all over your face and I make you cum baby." Fuck!!!

My body shook in a wildfire of pleasure, shivers moving all throughout me. After a few moments of catching my breath and laughing wildly, I smelled my soaked fingers and licked them for good measure. God, I love the taste of my pussy and the smell drives me insane!! I wiped off my own lubrication on my chest and stomach and rose to get some water. When I brought my filled glass back to the spot I had just been occupying on the couch, I noticed something odd. A man was standing in the window across from mine, the window without a curtain, the window I had just envisioned all that happening in front of. The man I saw now was not one from my imagination, but a real man staring at me from across the way. He looked to be about 33, short brown hair, a handsome calm face, a beautiful navy blue sweater on and boxer shorts. He stared at me and I stared at him, no one daring to move a muscle... Shit, my mom's calling!

To be continued...