College Town: Somebody's Watching Me Part 1

I love being watched. I've had sex with other people watching me in the room. I have sex with people watching on webcam.There's something about it that makes me work that much harder.
I still have fond memories of the first time I was watched. When I was fresh out of college, I got an apartment in the same town. That way, I could still party with my friends & pick up college chicks. Just being a young buck as young bucks will be. My apartment was in a row of 3 story houses that were relatively close together. I had the top floor apartment that also had a balcony (oh, if that balcony could talk...but that's for another blog).
On the top floor of the apartment building next to me lived an older married couple. The wife was somewhere in her early 30s. She was blonde & worked as a trainer at one of the local gym. Her husband worked third shift at a manufacturing plant as a supervisor. The wife had an amazing body. I had often thought about having sex with her but had never done anything about it; content to admire from afar.
At that time, my room was situated with a large mirror running the length of my chest of drawers. It was a gift from my mother. The cabinet held about 15 drawers & was 10' across & about 40" to the top, with the mirror reaching another 40" above that. The thing was a pain to clean but it looked really cool. It was a great place to put tons of candles without having to worry about the apartment burning down. The mirror was in a place where you couldn't get a direct look from the apartment next door but if you looked from a certain angle, you could see everything, as I soon found out.
One day, I'm fresh out of the shower. I had been hitting the gym pretty hard & was proud of my body. As I began putting on lotion, I looked out of the corner of my eye & noticed the wife looking at me from her window. She apparently realized that she could watch me if she stood in a certain spot in her bedroom.
How should I play this? Should I acknowledge that I can see her & make her blush? Should I go over & pull my shade, which I never gave a thought to before because I thought no one could see inside? I opted to do something else. I decided to put on a show.
Pretending not to notice her standing there, I decided to put on baby oil instead lotion. I reached for the oil & started rubbing it onto my chest., then onto my arms. When putting it onto my legs, I turned so that she could see a good view of my naked ass. I bent over & tightened my gluts so that she had a good shot of the dimple on the side of my ass. Like I said, I was very proud of the work I had put into my body & knowing that she was a trainer, I knew she would appreciate a well toned body.
I straightened up & looked out of the corner of my eye to see if she was still there. She was. Then, I noticed her arms. Her right arm was angled downward. Before, she had on workout clothes. Now, her top was on but her pants were down. She was rubbing herself.
That got me completely turned on. I never had someone so turned on from watching me that they were playing with themselves. Just the fact that I was standing there naked was turning her on to the point that she had to do something about it. That made me horny. My cock started to get larger. I decided to do something about it.
I positioned myself so that she could see the side of me. I put more oil onto my left hand & start putting it on my cock; first the shaft, then the balls. I slowly start stroking my shaft, feeling every vein pulsate with each stroke. My body glistens in the sun from the baby oil. My muscles flexed & tensed as my body built up its orgasm. From the next building, I can hear soft moans, then screams as the wife came. That set me off. I grunted & groaned loudly as I let loose a load all over my floor (thankfully wood floors).
I drained my cock & continued getting ready to go to work. I quickly looked over to the mirror. The wife was gone. I smiled & kept dressing. For a first few weeks, whenever I saw her, I strutted, said hi, & smiled, knowing that she lusted for me. Then, one night.....
To Be Continued.........