Chapter 5
"Bobby, are you up? Are you up? And I'm not just talking about you being awake, you have to realize. I realize I'm being a dirty dog by talking to you this way, but it's almost eleven, and I want to play."
"Who is this?" he asked, still a little bit fuzzy. He was certainly not used to getting calls like this so early in the morning.
"Who, indeed!" the hot voice said. "Just look out your window into my living room and you'll see who it is. I'll be looking for you."
And then Melinda hung up. When she had finished thinking about her first fuck, and how she had become something of an exhibitionist, she had looked out her window to see if he was up yet, and looking at her.
Then she had looked at the clock. A man should be up by eleven o'clock on such a sunny day, she had thought to herself, even if it was the first day of his vacation.
Besides, she had thought, if he'd been up, he would have been in for quite the show. He would have been able to see her playing with her hot pussy, totally unaware of anything else but the visions in her mind.
Melinda had realized that when she came out of her fantasy, and found herself lost with her fingers deep inside of her pussy. She had opened her eyes and had looked down at three of her wet digits, buried deep in her slit.
The feeling was so wonderful that she lay there a little while longer, and kept right on playing with herself. As her finger had been wiggling her clit, and two others had been sliding in and out of her body, deep, she'd thought of other exhibitionistic games she had played.
And that was when she had stopped to make her call to Bobby.. After all, Melinda knew she could turn herself on by fantasizing about things that had happened to her.
But she knew that something that would add to her fantasy would be having Bobby watching her fingering herself. So she called him.
And as she turned her body around on the living room sofa, so she was facing the window that she knew he could look in from, she glanced up at his bedroom window. She could see the way there was a light on, and then she saw a face at the window.
She knew that he was there, and she started to slide her fingers in and out of her pussy faster and faster. Then, she spread her cunt lips wide with the fingers that had been moving in and out of her.
And she began to lick her lips a little bit. She looked up at his window and could see that he was now standing in front of it, totally naked. He was standing sideways, so she could see the length of his long prick.
Melinda loved it. She wanted to try and lure him downstairs, to his living room (because he could see her better from there, and she could see him better, too), and then across the yards to her own living room.
So she decided to think about something which always turned her on. She still kept looking up at him because she not only loved the idea of watching him, but was able to think at the same time. And she thought about something that few people knew.
It was the kind of thing that people tended to ask you the kind of question that seemed to be a natural turn-on about how a woman met her husband.
She and Joe had met in a strange kind of way, and she had even been a little bit daring about coming on to him.
The two of them had both been living in Manhattan at the time in old-fashioned buildings, next door. There was an alleyway between the buildings, and Melinda had always hated having her bedroom look out on that alleyway.
But one evening, when she had been sitting home doing nothing, she'd noticed a hot and hairy-chested black-haired man in the bedroom across the alley. That man turned out to be Joe, though she didn't know hs name at the time.
He had just come into his bedroom, with a hot blonde lady with big tits.
When Melinda noticed that he wasn't pulling the shades down, she decided that watching him would be a more than suitable way to enjoy the evening. For her, at that point in her life, watching was almost as much fun as doing it.
Nothing really topped doing it, because that involved taking active part.
But it was a rainy night, as she recalled, and she wasn't planning on going out to a bar to look for some hot stud. It seemed like a great way to pass some time, watching this hot man fucking the blonde.
Neither one was naked, at first, but the blonde was sure as hell eager to get to Joe's dick. She had pulled it right out of his pants within seconds, then started to move her lips up and down the shaft.
Melinda had gotten so turned on. Ever since she had been living in that apartment, she had hoped to see something hot happening from one of the other apartment windows that her few windows looked out on, but nothing had ever happened.
This was like a dream come true. She had sat on a chair right by her window, thinking that it was better than going to a dirty movie (something that she happened to enjoy going to because watching naked bodies was fun for her).
This blonde had slid her lips up and down Joe's dick, and Melinda was able to see the way the woman was unbuttoning her own blouse. The woman's back had been to her, but she saw the woman's arms moving, and knew that she must have been starting to open her blouse buttons as fast as she could.
Then she had pulled her mouth all the way back, and had held his cock at the base, slapping herself back and forth against her cheeks with it.
After she stood up, she stripped herself completely, then started to rub her pussy lips against Joe's hard dick. Joe ended up lying on his back, on his bed, while this big-titted blonde was riding up and down his cock shaft.
She was facing the window as she rode, and Melinda had a great look at the woman's bouncing big tits, as well as her cunt lips, and Joe's cock shaft and balls.
In fact, the look of the balls, and the base of the shaft, and as much of the shaft as she got to see during the ride (depending on how high up the blonde bitch lifted her pussy while riding him) was certainly a turn-on for Melinda.
The redhead had been busy driving her fingers in and out of her own cunt, licking her lips at the same time because she was thinking about how hot it would be to run her tongue all over the black-haired man's balls.
When the blonde had stopped moving, Melinda was sure that the man had shot into her pussy, and that turned her on. The blonde had pulled herself off the black-haired man's cock, and then she had licked it for a while.
Later on, he had started to lick her. He had pushed her onto her stomach and pushed her legs up so her ass was raised. Then he moved his mouth down to her buttocks, and as he had run his lips and tongue all over those cheeks, leaving wet traces of saliva, he had been turning Melinda on more.
That was because ever since the redhead had gotten slapped on the ass during her first fuck, the idea of having her ass cheeks played with during a fuck was a major turn-on for him. Seeing that tongue running all over those ass cheeks was the kind of turn-on that made Melinda's pussy surge with cream.
She had watched Joe licking the blonde's ass, then slapping the blonde's ass, then getting up on his knees behind her and ramming his dick right into the blonde's ass, and he had sure as hell gotten off on that.
When Joe had started to come the second time, he had pulled out of the woman's cunt, and Melinda had been a little bit confused. She knew that they always did things like that in dirty movies because they wanted to get the shot of the come flying out of the cock head, to prove that the men shot off.
She could not understand why a man fucking a woman in the privacy of his own bedroom would do that same kind of thing.
Then, she saw Joe turning and looking out his window. They had made direct eye contact at that moment for the first time since he and the blonde had come into his bedroom, and he had actually winked at Melinda, and licked his lips.
As he looked back down at his shooting cock, Melinda realized that he wanted her to look at it, and he even turned sideways so she could get a good look at it. Seeing those last few drops of come dripping from that big fat cock slit was enough to make her whole body surge with new heat, and she stood up then.
That way, as she kept masturbating herself, sliding her fingers in and out of her heated pussy hole, the man was able to see her.
The next night, she and Joe got into games between just the two of them.
Melinda had just gotten out of the shower when she was passing by her bedroom window that looked out on the alley and the man's bedroom window. She had glanced over, and had been happily surprised to see him.
He was standing at his window, facing hers, with a hard-on in his hand. He was sliding his hand up and down that fat cock of his.
There were moments when he pressed the head of his cock against the window, and she could see that he was leaving traces of his pre-come wetness on the glass. That was something which turned the redhead on a hell of a lot.
She had had a towel wrapped around her body, but was more than willing to untuck it and let it slide down on the floor around her feet. She stood right in front of the window and began to play with herself.
As she spread her cunt lips wide, he made a kind of thrust gesture, and she knew that he was pretending to slide it in and out of her pussy. That really turned her on more and she moved her fingers in and out of herself.
"Your cock," she said, mouthing the words, then looking at her fingers, so he would know that she was fantasizing about having his cock sliding in and out of her cunt.
He seemed to get off on that. He kept a fist wrapped around his cock, and instead of sliding his fist up and down the shaft, he was sliding his cock in and out of his fist. It was like he was fucking his own fist, imagining that it was her cunt.
Melinda had loved it. And she had loved it even more when his cock began to throb really hard, and then he was shooting his load all over the window. It was quite the enormous load which shot from his cock slit.
And he even seemed to get off on letting the come trickle down the glass.
Melinda and Joe had played games like that often with each other, without ever talking to each other. Three days after their mutual window-to-window masturbation, she decided that she was going to buy herself a dildo.
She waited until he turned on his bedroom light and walked into his room, then began to slide the dildo in and out of her cunt. She did so at a nice, steady rate, standing right where he would be able to see her.
She had made him so fucking hot then. He had just started to undress, and as soon as he saw her, she got to see something that she liked.
His cock filled with blood instantly, just at the sight of her. She knew that it was just the sight of her that made him get hard, because she was able to see his cock shaft stiffen without him even touching himself.
She had licked her lips, and then she had slid the dildo in and out of her own pussy faster and faster, and she knew he loved it. He was moaning really loud, she could tell, by the way he had his mouth open.
Melinda couldn't even remember how many times the two of them had played with each other, without actually touching the other.
She had no friends she could talk to about these games, but there was still Tricia. As her older sister had been one of the people to get Melinda into these games, the redhead knew she could confide in Tricia.
And her sister's reaction had shocked her a little bit. It was so unexpected.
"You shouldn't be playing games like that in the city," Tricia had said. "You never know what the man you're playing with is like. I mean, he could be a real sickie and he might try to attack you or something."
"God, you've really let people's talk influence you. People in the city are not as bad as you out-of-town hicks make them out to be. He seems like a real nice guy, Tricia. Besides, we're playing harmless games. And if you ever got a look at his body, I think you would want to play his games, too."
"Did I ever tell you about Nick?" Tricia had asked them, and Melinda had told her that she hadn't. So Tricia had told her a little story.
Deep down, Melinda wanted to believe that her sister was making up the story. She wanted to believe that her sister was making it up as a kind of warning.
It had to do with exhibition and voyeur games that Tricia had been playing. She, too, had been having something going with a neighbor. She seemed to think at the time that it was all right, because they were both living in a small town. As long as it wasn't New York City, where Tricia thought people were crazy, it was okay.
Anyway, Tricia said that she had finally made a date with the man. And the two of them had met for dinner, and Nick had turned out to be a total ass-hole. All she had to do was hear his voice, and she was turned off.
And along with that turn-off came the shattering of an illusion. She had always thought that Nick looked like a real hot tough stud. Instead, he turned out to be a somewhat meek Mama's boy, and after their one dinner date, Tricia had decided that she could never play window games with him again.
Her illusion of him as a big he-man had been totally shattered, and the thought lof those games with him did not turn her on anymore.
"So think about that," Tricia said. "It might be okay for you to be playing these games, but don't ever set up a date with him. I'm sure the fantasy of what he's like has to be better than the reality of what he is."
And though Melinda had been real hot for him, she had never really had any intentions of making plans to meet this man. It was almost as if she knew that fantasy was almost always better than reality, and as long as she was living in her apartment, she wanted to keep up a good relationship with him, and wanted to keep playing from afar.
Then one afternoon, as she was coming home from work, she felt someone walking up behind her and grabbing her by the arm. immediately she tensed up, thinking that she was being mugged. Then she turned her head and found herself looking at him.
As he opened his mouth to speak, she hoped that he wouldn't, thinking that if she heard his voice and it was not as manly as she thought it would be, she would never want to play her window games with him again.
But he turned out to be quite manly, and she thought that he was even hotter up close.
"Hey, hey, slow down," he had said. "I just wanted to introduce myself finally, and formally. I mean, we do know each other pretty well. I'm Joe."
"I'm Melinda," she said to him, and he smiled.
"Melinda. like the name of a goddess or something. And you are as pretty as a goddess. You know, I've been hoping that we'd run into each other on the street one day, but it sure has taken us a long time to make contact."
"Yes, I know," she told him. "Maybe we just work different hours. "
"Well, whatever! We've met now, and I'm free for dinner. Can I buy you dinner?"
"Sure," she had said to him, and she had been more than willing to have him take her out for dinner, because just from the sound of his voice, she realized that he would not be like Tricia's friend Nick. This dude was hot.
So over dinner they had talked and gotten to know a little bit about each other, and after dinner, Joe had asked her which apartment she'd like to go to, to fuck in. He just came right out and asked her like that.
And she decided that his bedroom looked nicer than hers, at least from what she had seen of it. They both laughed when he said that.
Their first sexual encounter had started where the two of them had sat across the room from each other, stripping off clothing, piece by piece, playing with the exposed parts of their own flesh to turn the other one on. When they had both been naked, they'd moved toward each other and had really started to get it on.
The rest was history. The fucking turned out to be as good as the masturbation games they had been playing between their two windows.
And they had started to date each other, and had discovered that they had more than a fabulous sex life going for them. So about a year after they first spoke to each other, they had married each other. And though the exhibition-voyeur games had worn off a little bit between the two of them, every once in a while, it was a good way to began their sessions, a good kind of foreplay.
As Melinda had been thinking about that, she had seen Bobby disappear from his bedroom window. A few minutes later, he had appeared in his living room, wearing a pair of jogging shorts, with his hard dick sticking out of the left leg.
And a few seconds ago, he had disappeared from his living room window.
When she realized that he was not there, it bothered her a little bit. She had been stroking her pussy constantly, in the hopes of enticing him and making him jerk himself off for her to see. But where the hell was he?
Suddenly, she heard a tapping on the window. And as she looked over, she could see him standing right outside, sliding his hand up and down that big fat bulge in his jogging shorts.