For weeks I had been watching my neighbor. Our apartments were both on the fourth floor of different buildings separated by an alley. She never drew the shades, and each night she taunted me by undressing in front of the window. She never seemed to notice or care if anyone could see her or not.

She was a short, buxom, Latino lady with beautiful hips and a round bottom. I watched her drop her skirt and free her large round breasts from their bra each night, and it always gave me a raging hard on. I looked forward to these moments throughout my boring workday.

One afternoon, I happened to run into her at the corner store down the block. I tried not to stare, but seeing her without the window framing her naked skin was such an unusual sight that I had found myself trying to convince my penis to stay soft. As in all things, it ignored me.

In line, she caught me staring, and glancing down at my offending member she said politely, “Don’t you live in the apartments across from mine?” I couldn’t reply, so I just nodded.

She drew one side of her mouth up in a coy smile, “I think I’ve seen you in your window.” I knew I’d been caught, but then she surprised me by saying, “You care to see what the rest of my apartment looks like?”

I glanced down at the bottle of wine in my hand and held it up, nodding. A few moments later we were stepping into her well decorated apartment. She poured me a glass of wine and pointed to a chair in one corner.

“I think you should get a close up view of what you’ve been watching every night.” She said, and started the routine I so loved to watch. She unzipped her tight skirt, letting it drop. Today she wore no panties, and I marveled at how smooth her toffee skin was. She turned to me and unbuttoned her blouse, and then unclasped her bra.

She walked over and helped me take my pants off, and then pushed me back to a seated position in the chair. She ran one hand to her mouth, wetting it, and then placed it deep between her furry muff. I sighed with pleasure as she swung one leg over me and drove slowly down on my prick. Her pussy was so tight I thought I might bust right then.

She started grinding against me and whispering something in Spanish, before grabbing my hands to slam them against the wall behind me. She rocked up and down, my thighs getting sticky with her desire. I felt pressure building and knew I wouldn’t be able to hold off for much longer. Then she bit her lip and let her head fall back. She jerked, moaning and speaking a language I failed in eighth grade, when a jolt went through me, making me come hard. This seemed to push her to an even higher level of excitement as she squealed and came, rubbing herself softly against me.

From that afternoon on, she waved at my window before her undressing routine.