Her apartment is across the alley from mine.
Bella.
She smirks and rolls her eyes, waving at me through her window as she sips her coffee.
I nod, acknowledging her and can't help but chuckle when she sticks out her tongue.
We've known each other for a while now. As neighbors.
Oh, and I'm a bit of a voyeur and she's a tad exhibitionist.
I think we've exchanged fewer words than we have orgasms, but we can't stop.
Leaning my head against the glass, smiling, I watch as she puts down her coffee mug and removes her T-shirt.
The subtle flush of her cheeks as she throws the shirt on the floor is enough to make me hard without even getting a full view of her tits.
Even after seeing her completely naked and exposed more times than I can count, there's a certain vulnerability in the way she glances back at me. That's what gets me. Every time. Since the very first time.
I let my pants and boxers fall to the floor and watch as she bites her lip; something else that serves to entice as I stroke myself.
Once she's completely naked and exposed to me, she sits on her kitchen table and spreads her legs. She's glistening and ready; fingers deep and wet.
I stroke myself, imagining the slick feel and sweet smell of her sex as I pound into her.
My eyes don't leave her body as we both find the release we sought.
She sits up, picking up her mug, and crosses her still bare legs as she resumes drinking her coffee.
Her eyes meet mine, happy and sated as I stand there naked and blissful, staring at the girl across the alley.
She smirks. I grin.
Tomorrow.
I'll knock on her door tomorrow.