I wondered what idiot would pay that kind of money for a pair of binoculars.
Some nutty bird watcher I guessed.
Through the glass I spotted Harry, the owner, nodding at me. One
time he had come out and talked with me while I was waiting for the bus to arrive.
He knew that I wanted an air conditioner but I could not make up my mind which
one to buy. Save money again or give it up and be comfortable? The thought popped
out of my head as behind me I heard the bus hiss to a stop.
It was later in the evening now as I wandered around the small apartment
wondering what I wanted to do next. A light annoying rain had started a little
while ago which just made it sticky and humid. I had been thinking about going
down to a bar that I had noticed earlier in the week but decided that I didn't
really feel like getting dressed and going out in the hot rain.
I stood at the window and wondered if I shouldn't just go to bed.
I began to turn away when a short gust of cool breeze came in my third story
window so I paused for a moment to grab every ounce of it that I could before
it ended. I leaned to the window sill hopeful that another gust would follow
behind it
. I waited for a long time in disappointment. I looked down around the grounds
and over to the next apartment building to see if everyone else had decided
to call it quits and give in to the weather. Nothing, no one stirring anywhere
in sight. I noticed that the ground floor apartments had privacy fences that
offered a little protection against burglers trying to climb in a window or
Peeping Toms'. I imagined that it also blocked any breeze that might try to
get in.
I was a little better off then my neighbor was.
I let out a sigh and decided that I should go take a shit,
read a magazine in head off to bed. As I started to back away from the window
I noticed, just for an instant, a flash of flesh in the window down and across
from my perch. I knew there was a guy that lived over there and paused for a
second to see what sort of activity he may be up to.
I knew it would be awkward if he looked up and saw me so I backed
away from the window a few feet. Just enough to keep an eye on him but ready
to duck. I waited for a few minutes and was almost ready to give up and head
to the bathroom when another flash appeared across the window. "What's this?".
"Tits?". "Hey, now we are talking." I knew the guy wasn't married so this must
be a girlfreind.
I stood still now, perfectly still. I knew that I wasn't
going to leave the window unless the building fell down. This was the most action
that I had seen since moving in here. I guessed that the fence offered some
confidence that no one on the lower floors could see them but from the corner
of my window I could just barely get a good view.
For the next ten minutes or so I watched as my naked neighbor and
his naked evening guest wandered around the room playfully grabbing each other.
They appeared to be looking for something in the room . I had no idea what.
At last they stopped and embraced each other. To my good fortune
they were now standing right smack in the middle of his window in my full view.
Even from my distant vantage point I could see she was gorgeous. Big round firm
tits and slender legs that stretched from her tight ass all the way down to
the floor. I checked out every line on her body in a split second. I had no
idea how long this show would last and I didn't want to miss a second of the
performance that I hoped was coming.
I realized that my face had turned red because I was no longer
staring at this fine babe but at my neighbor. Even from here I could make out
that he had the biggest cock that I had ever seen. I was fixated for another
second or two until a horrible thought came to mind. The damn light in my room
was still on ! All they would have to do is glance up and the show would be
over.
I fell over a chair and my shoes trying to attack the
light switch. A sense of great relief came over me as I flicked the light off
and I became covered in the mask of darkness. I worked my way back to the window
with great stealth. "Shit. they're gone". At first I thought they might have
heard me and moved away but I noticed the blinds were still up. "No. Yes !,
they are still there".
The embrace that I had seen previously seemed to have been
the bond to an agreement that they were making. I hadn't a clue as to what it
could be. I imagined that I was going to witness some good hot fucking and sucking
without having to rent a porno movie. I slowly eased my old shakey wood chair
behind me. "Oh, hell." I had been sitting here straining to see everything when
it dawned on me that I had a small pair of binoculars packed somewhere in a
box in the closet.
I crawled over to the dark closet and found the binoculars
in the bottom of the box. By the time I got the binoculars set up and focused
on my neighbors window it was clear that the mood had changed. They were not
lying on the bed as I was prepared for. They were standing along side of the
bed. She had some sort of belt or rope wrapped tightly around her neck . The
first thought that came to my head was "kinky". I smiled and continued
to watch.
He took the rope in
his one hand and started to pull it upwards as if to hang her while his other
hand was pinching her nipples. I could imagine them getting hard under his touch.
Although I was a bit embarrassed I could not help but watch her as she began
to stroke his thick cock and rub his balls. "What I wouldn't give to be in his
shoes right now".
Her fingers circled him and her hand moved in
long deliberate strokes. I watched as his "breast" hand went around her to grab
the free dangling end of the rope. It appeared that he had tossed the loose
end over some sort of ceiling support that I knew that I did not have anywhere
in my bedroom. He must have built something there.
What happened in the next half hour is something that I have recalled many times
in my dreams or while in the bathroom masturbating.
Both of his hands went to the rope and he slowly
pulled down it a little bit. I could see her neck stretching under the tension
and her knees went up a bit. I could not see her feet from my position but I
imagined that she must now be standing on her toes. I could also see that she
was stroking his cock in a faster rhythm now
. He leaned over and gave her a soft kiss on the shoulder and then her ear.
He raised his arms and eased her back down to the floor. She closed her eyes
and I saw the glint of a smile form on her lips. He raised her up once more,
a little bit higher this time I think.
I saw him grip the ropes up above with his one hand and the
other hand came back down and found her nipple once again. After a few seconds
he let the rope slip between his fingers and she relaxed a second time. This
seemed to really be getting her turned on. Her eyes were closed and her tongue
slowly wet her lips.
I moved the binoculars up and tried to zoom in
on her face. I fumbled with the dial and cursed myself that I had not left well
enough alone. Everything was all fuzzy now. I also noticed that there was considerable
dust on the lens from years of abandonment.
Once I got focused again I gave a quick thought to cleaning the lens. And just
as quickly gave up on the idea. "I might miss something", I convinced myself.
Happy that I had gotten a clear view back I noticed
that I had also been holding my breath while watching the action through my
little perverted window. I forced myself to take a deep breath and stared back
into the lens. I could tell that the action had become more intense in those
few short seconds that I had been fumbling around.
I decided that I was not going to try to do any more focus
adjustments. Being more composed now I noticed that a I was sweating pretty
good now. I passed this off as just being a result of the humid weather.
My inexperienced effort at lens adjustment had actually
made the images sharper. I could now see both of them more clearly. I looked
to her face and noticed that she was perspiring even worse then he was. I ran
my evil eye up and down her body and could now also see that she was sweating
at her cleavage.
I was really getting caught up in the moment and I began
to imagine myself with my head buried in her tits and running my tongue
up and down the crack and licking the sweat from her body. This didn't last
long as my view was now being blocked by his hand raising up to the ropes again.
I prepared myself to enjoy seeing her being pulled up to
her toes again. This bondage shit was getting me hot.
I saw him tug at the ropes again but this time not as
tight as he had previously done. He leaned over and whispered something in her
ear and kissed her again on the lips. Just a short, loving kiss. They looked
deeply into each others eyes once more. Then it started.
She slowly turned
around and putting her back to him, she pushed her ass backwards just enough
to be able to feel the head of his cock touch her butt. She let her hands drop
to her sides as she straightened herself to a standing, almost military position.
His hands worked expertly around the ropes and I could sense
that they were preparing for something more intense than the activity that had
been going on so far.
I could plainly see him take a deep breath and tense
his arms. I hadn't given any notice before as to how strong he was but now I
could see his muscles flex in preparation. She closed her eyes and for a moment
I was confused because there was a long pause with nothing happening other than
the two of them standing there and myself sitting here trying like hell not
to blink.
If I had, I may have missed the most memorable minute
of my life.
Without warning his arms came pulling down on the rope.
Not a quick jerk but one fluid motion. The rope pulled tight and the noose grew
smaller around her neck as her head and neck moved upwards. The rest of her
body had no choice but to follow.
I could see only the tops of her ankles now but
I knew that her feet were a good six inches off of the floor. My eyes ran up
and down the lens as I tried to see as much as I could as quickly as possible.
I wanted to hit a freeze button somewhere so that I could slow everything down
until I was satisfied that what I was witnessing was, in fact, really happening.
At last my view settled on her hands which were
moving again. She was reaching behind her trying to locate his cock. This only
took a moment until she had his cock in both of her hands. He was as rigid as
a flag pole. Once she had hold of him he eased forward and I could see that
she was gliding him into her ass. She arched her back a little as he pushed
his cock into her.
Once they were together her hands returned to
her sides. It seemed that both of them were satisfied that this was the correct
position that they had expected to be in. Without raising or lowering her he
was managing to thrust his cock in and out of her ass. As the rhythm continued
I could see her body swaying a little with each thrust. Her hands moved up to
her tits and she started rubbing and pinching her nipples.
I could see that she was pinching them much harder than he
had done before during what I imagined was, foreplay?
Her hands wrapped around her tits and she squeezed them
so hard that her nipples looked like they were getting ready to shoot off her
tits and into the wall. His fucking had increased to a pounding that shook her
body from her shoulders to her feet.
I was moving my view down to his cock when I saw
her hands move again so I shifted my view back to her. Her one hand was now
reaching for her pussy. As soon as she touched herself I saw her body jerk slightly
out of time with his persistent pounding. She was now rubbing herself frantically
as though she had a deadline to meet. I later realized that indeed she did.
By my standards with women, it wasn't long before
I was able to tell from her body language that she was having one hell of an
orgasm. Both hands were now between her legs and she was quivering from her
waist down to her knees. I could actually feel her passion through the lens
as I pressed my eyes closer, almost trying to get as close to her as I could,
to make her feel that it was me who was giving her all of this pleasure.
Then she stopped.
Her hands went down to her sides and only swayed back
and forth from the hard fucking that was still going on in her ass. At first
I thought that she had finished her orgasm and was just waiting for him to finish
and shoot his load into her. I realized that although time may have appear to
have stopped for me, that it had not.
"How long
had she been hanging by her neck?" I wondered. Ten seconds? Thirty seconds?
An hour?
I had lost all track of time.
I felt a rush of terror swept over me in an instant. "My god, she's dead" I
said over and over to myself.
"He's killed her".
My previous excitement immediately turned to nausea.
I was now watching him continue to fuck the shit out of this woman who was now
hanging limp in front of him. The fact that he had killed her did not seem to
matter to this sick psycho.
He gripped the rope even tighter with one hand and whipped
his other hand down around her waist to pull her into him. His stomach tightened
and his head arched back in an ecstasy that I recognized for what it was.
This sick motherfucker had waited until she was
dead before coming in her ass.
For a moment I could not get my thoughts together.
I wanted to scream. I wanted to save her. I wanted to be able to reach through
the binoculars and pull her to safety. I felt helpless. "The phone !" Hell,
I had to call someone, 911, anyone. My hand went out and to my relief it landed
right on top of my cordless phone. I looked down and felt even sicker when I
discovered that I could not see the buttons in the dark.
"Now what."
I decided that I had one shot at getting it right.
My trembling finger felt around the pad. I pushed what I hoped and prayed were
the right buttons. The phone rang once. Twice. Then a voice echoed in the darkness.
"911, what is your emergency?"
I could not get my thoughts to slow
down enough to think straight at this point. My mouth opened but nothing would
come out. I imagined for a second what I must look like with my eyes open wild
and my mouth hanging down.
"Dry. My mouth is too dry to even speak"
I thought. I knew that I had to take a second to calm myself before trying to
speak or it would appear that I was a blithering idiot with all of the words
jumbling together.
I didn't want to look back in the binoculars but I knew that
I had to force myself to look through the lens once more to give the police
an accurate account of what was happening. I prepared myself in anticipation
of the horrible scene that I was being forced to view a second time.
I looked. Blinked and looked again. They were gone !
"What the hell did he do with her?" I whispered to myself.
My eyes were now glued to the lens searching every part of
the lit area of the room trying to see what had happened. Had he carried her
off somewhere already? It only been seconds before that she had been hanging
there. Limp and lifeless.
From beneath his window sill I could just make out the top of his head raising
up.
"There's the bastard". I watched as he slowly rasied up.
I could see his face now. "And he is smiling !".
I could barely contain my rage. As he raised up I followed his
head, then shoulders and arms as they came into view. My mouth snapped shut
as a third arm, holding his shoulder, became visible.
"What the fuck !".
I could not imagine what was going on here. There was one arm, no, two arms
reaching up to hold on to his shoulders. This was beyond belief. She had somehow
survived the ordeal.
I watched with great relief as I saw her head come up into
view. I could tell that she was sitting on the floor and looking up at him.
She was smiling !
"Damn, what the hell is going on here".
I could see that she was still trembling a little as
his arms went down around her shoulders and firmly supported her. I could see
that the rope was still around her neck as she reached up to kiss him on the
lips. It was a long passionate tongue kiss. A lovers kiss.
Now I was really confused. How could she treat him with such
affection after what he had just done to her. Their lips parted and I saw them
staring into each others eyes. I nearly shit my pants when the forgotten voice
on the phone repeated itself louder.
"911, do you have an emergency?!". the voice said.
I said something to the voice on the phone. I still don't
remember to this day what it was but since the police never showed up
I guess they accepted my excuse for dialing a wrong number or something like
that. I clicked the power button on the phone and set it down, almost annoyed
that the voice had interrupted me.
I was in a daze now trying to figure out exactly what had
just happened a few moments ago. They were still in view. I was mesmerized.
I could almost hear drive-in music playing in the background as the two of them
held each other in a tight embrace and playfully kissed each other all over
the head and shoulders.
I was starting to get my composure back now and could
relax a little bit. They talked for a few minutes and I watched as he took a
towel from somewhere and began to dry her off. I could see that he was making
very elaborate strokes with the towel and was playing with her. After he was
done drying her they talk for a little while.
She reached up and took
the rope from around her neck.
He leaned over and I watched her put the noose around his neck exactly as he
has done to her before. Her hand went down and then up came this funky looking
dildo. She gave him a grin that I will never forget.
I watched with recognition as he turned around. She looked
up to throw the rope over, whatever it was, up in the ceiling. My eyes went
up in my head and I fell back in the chair in amazement. "Now she is going to
do him !". This was just too much for me.
As I fell back in the chair a nail in the window sill
caught the strap on the binoculars. They hit the floor with a thud and I could
hear the glass scattering all over the place.
"Holy shit !".
I knew that I was too far away for them to hear the commotion but I dove for
the floor anyway.
I don't know how long I was laying on the floor.
I was breathing heavily and decided that I had could not return to my perch
tonight. I was exhausted . Besides the binoculars were busted.
I just layed there recalling the past events in my mind.
After a while I noticed that the experience had been
more then arousing. I reached down and felt a warm stickiness between my legs.
Somewhere throughout it all I had come in my pants. At first I was puzzled.
Then, ever so slowly a sinister smile crept across my face
as I crawled up into bed. I knew that I had enjoyed their sex session as much
as they had.
I quietly began to laugh. After a while I finally fell asleep in my clothes.
The bus was really late today as I stood in front of
Harry's shop .
I consoled myself with with a cheerful thought of "Thank God it's Friday and
it stopped raining".
The air conditioner at work had gone on the fritz and it
had been a lousy work day. The only good thing that had happened today was that
I found out that my two neighbors were regulars an there was a good chance that
she might be visiting him again tonight.
The heat was so bad that I found that even my ankles were
sweating.
My work clothes were drenched in puddles of perspiration. I was looking at the
two room air conditioners in Harry's window again.
I read the entire advertisement and took note of all the features
it had.
I stood there while the thoughts of the previous night played over and over
in my head. It was thrilling. It was more than thrilling, it was mind blowing.
I played out a few scenarios in my head about how I could
introduce myself to my neighbor and get to know him really well.
Well enough that I could try to get him to include me in his sexplay with his
girlfriend.
I imagined myself being behind her. Now it was my turn to
fuck that sweet ass.
I would let him hold the rope and hang her as my cock shot wave after wave of
hot cum into her asshole.
The thought vaporized as reality took over. "Not gonna happen"
I told myself.
I had not been in town long enough yet to meet any of the
local girls so there was no way that I would be able to duplicate the scenario
that I had seen the night before . At least not tonight or any night soon.
First I would have to find a fine chick like the girl in
the window and work on getting her to do,,,
well, whatever it was that they had done the night before.
I had only wiped my face a minute ago and already my
eyes were filled with sweat again.
I looked back at the two air conditioning units. I could see the glare of the
Sun reflecting in the store window.
I looked at my drenched reflection then once more at
the two air conditioners and the binoculars.
The bus would not be here for a few minutes so I wiped
myself off one last time and made my way to the shop door.
A little bell rang up above as I stepped inside.
Harry turned and greeted me with a smile as I stepped up to
the counter.
"Well. Have you finally made up your mind ?" he asked.
"Yes I have" I said as I turned and pointed to my selection.
