Saturday evening. After the marathon fuck night with Gisèle, I feel like a worn-out sock that’s been used as a doormat. Balls empty, brain mush, and a faint smell of cheap perfume still lingering in the flat. I have zero desire to go again with the old lady across the street, and even less to get caught again by Lena who must now think I’m the king of public wankers. I need a holiday from my own pervert life.
So, radical decision: I go out. A solo cinema trip like a grown-up, a dumb action movie with explosions and zero tits on screen (to give my eyes a rest). I get back around midnight, tiptoe in, no lights, curtains drawn immediately. Sleep like a baby. Not a single glance across. Well done David, you’re almost normal again.
The following days, I hold firm. I come home late, eat in front of Netflix with curtains closed, jerk off quickly thinking of nothing specific (or classic web stuff, not my neighbours). I’m still traumatised by Gisèle: her tongue in my arse, her squirt on my face, her tits slapping my face like sandbags. I need detox.
But one midweek evening, I crack. I’m exhausted, drop my stuff, and without even thinking I crack the curtains open. Just a quick peek, promise.
And there… lesbian jackpot.
The gorgeous blonde has her brunette friend over again, the one from the other night. They’re in the living room, dim lights, open bottle of wine. They start soft: kisses on the neck, laughs, hands wandering under tops. Then it ramps up hard. Blonde rips off her top, black lace bra, perfect tits popping out immediately. Brunette jumps on her, devours her nipples like she’s starving, sucking, biting, while blonde already moans with her head thrown back.
They undress at lightning speed. Brunette ends up naked, knickers flying, pussy shaved to death. She pushes blonde onto the sofa, spreads her thighs and dives straight between her legs. Tongue going full throttle on the clit, fingers plunging into the soaked pussy. Blonde grabs her friend’s hair, arches her back, almost screams “yes, fuck, keep going!”. Brunette shoves three fingers in, eats pussy like it’s her last meal, and blonde comes already, thighs shaking, juices flowing everywhere.
They switch. Blonde pins brunette on all fours, slaps her arse several times until it’s red, then eats her arsehole without warning. Tongue digging deep, fingers in pussy at the same time. Brunette goes wild, writhes, begs “fuck me harder”. Blonde pulls a big black vibrator from a drawer (she was prepared, the slut), turns it on full and rams it straight into her friend’s pussy. She pounds like a pro, other hand rubbing the clit. Brunette screams, squirts hard on the sofa, splashing everywhere.
Then they get into 69 on the rug, heads between thighs, licking, fingering arses at the same time. Tongues going into holes, fingers probing, moans that must wake the whole building. They come almost together, bodies shaking, mouths full of juices.
Me, I’m glued to the glass, cock out since five minutes ago, jerking like crazy watching this luxury live porno. It’s too good, too perfect.
And right in the middle of my build-up, I turn my head.
Lena. At her window. Phone in hand, pointed straight at me.
She’s filming me.
Fuck.
Total panic. I drop my cock, dive to the side like someone’s shooting at me, yank the curtains shut. Heart exploding, cold sweat. I grab my phone, open TikTok shaking, go straight to her live.
She’s streaming, dying laughing. The camera shows her view of my building, lit window (mine, obviously). Comments flying by:
“LMAO THE PERV IS BACKKKK”
“he was jerking so hard lol”
“zoom on the window is there cum???”
“Lena you’re a queen”
She’s telling everything: “Guys I swear, it’s the same guy as last time! He watches the neighbours and jerks off like a pig as soon as there’s sex across. Just now he was going full on watching I don’t know what!”
I’m busted. Archived. Viral among horny teens.
I spend the night panicking, telling myself tomorrow my dick will be in stories all over TikTok.
Next morning I can’t take it anymore. I grab my phone, open her live DMs (she accepts everyone, the little clever one), and type:
“Hi Lena… it’s your neighbour across. The one you filmed yesterday (and the other time). We need to talk. I’m not a freak, well not completely. Just… curious. Delete the video please?”
I send.
And wait, heart in my throat.
Paris, if you keep this up, I’m really going to move back to Poitiers for good.