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Subject: {ASSM} Eyes of the Beholder by Katie McN (solo, voy, rev)
Date: Mon,  9 Dec 2002 18:10:05 -0500
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Eyes of the Beholder

By Katie McN  <katie@katie-mcn.com>

(c) Copyright 2002, Katie McN


I live in a high-rise apartment building.  No one knows I 
watch, but I do.  I see things, personal things.

Darkness is my friend.  I'm naked and sit by my window 
waiting for a light to shine in the building across the 
street.  My binoculars in one hand and the other hand hides 
between my legs, exploring my wetness.

I know them all by now.  The man who stands naked in front 
of his window.  The woman who undresses as she walks to her 
bedroom.  The couple who pull down the shade and become 
shadows in a striptease of my imagination.

There are two men who like to have sex with the lights on.  
There is a teen girl whose boyfriend visits when her 
parents go out for the evening.  I think they'll have sex 
soon.  I want to share her first time.  There is a boy who 
masturbates in his bed.  He hides magazines in his room and 
thinks his mother doesn't know.

My favorite is the woman who lives across from me.  She's 
lived there for a few months.  At first she kept her 
curtains closed.  Now she behaves like a lot of people who 
live far above ground.  She doesn't think anyone can look 
in her windows and she doesn't try to hide.

I watch her change clothes when she comes home from work.  
She hides cute underwear beneath her work-a-day mufti.  She 
walks around her apartment in her bra and panties.  Her 
legs are long and slender.  Her breasts are round and firm.  
Her ass is a delight.  She is naked after her shower and 
takes time drying her hair and putting on fresh makeup.

She has a guest.  I don't like him.  They visit.  They eat 
and drink.  He kisses her and then they go to her bedroom.  
She closes the curtains and she's gone.

She is by herself now.  She wears a robe and I see flashes 
of her thigh as she moves from place to place.  I see her 
breasts as the top of her robe opens and closes.  She 
stands in the kitchen doorway and the light silhouettes her 
body.  She wears nothing under her robe.  She carelessly 
touches her breast before disappearing into the kitchen.

Her robe is off and she stands naked in her bedroom.  She 
is looking for something - a T-shirt.  She slips it on and 
gets into bed.  She reads a book.  I can see her beauty and 
want to be next to her.  She puts the book aside.

She moves her hand down her body and the sheet is pushed 
away.  I can see all of her.  Her hand continues lower and 
I know what's coming next.  My hand moves in anticipation.

Her other hand pushes the T-shirt up over her breasts.  I 
can see her nipples standing erect and ready for her touch.  
Her hand moves smoothly over her breasts and she arches her 
back as passion seems to over take her body.  My nipples 
are hard like hers.  My pussy is wet.  My fingers glide in 
and out.  Passion is taking control, control over both of 
us.  I can see it , she is overwhelmed, oblivious to 
everything else.   Her passion is contagious.   Her 
oblivion becomes my oblivion.   I too am overwhelmed, what 
she is experiencing, I experience

Both our orgasms last a long time.  I feel she's mine.  I 
love her and want to posses her, but I don't know how.

I wait outside her building in the morning and decide to 
follow her to work.  I stand next to her on the bus and 
touch her when the crowd presses us close together.  I can 
smell her perfume.  Her skin is soft.  I move closer and 
feel her ass against my leg.  It feels wonderful.  She 
moves away.  I get off the bus when she does and follow her 
into her building.  I'm afraid to join her as she gets into 
the elevator so I leave.

The phone is ringing, ringing, ringing.  I have to answer 
and when I do, someone says, "I know who you are.  I know 
where you live."

"What do you mean?"

"Look out your window.  Can you see me?"

"Yes, how did you find me?"

We talk some more.  She knows I watch her.  She knows I 
follow her.  She knows what I like.  I watch her undress 
and I take my clothes off, too.  She touches herself and I 
explore my own body.  She moves closer to the window and 
masturbates standing so I can see her.  We orgasm together.  
It doesn't take long.

Sometimes we talk on the phone and share our secrets.  We 
say the things lovers say.  When she is there, I see no 
other.  When she is there, no one else matters.  We are 
lovers.  She does what I ask and I tell her what she does 
for me.  We share our feelings.  We offer our bodies for 
the pleasure of the other.  We are no longer furtive or 
anonymous, we are open, unrestrained.   We are lovers who 
want to be together and yet we remain apart.  We're in love 
for the first time and the feeling is new and different.  
The feeling is wonderful.


The End 


Let me know what you think of my story .  .  .

By Katie McN  <katie@katie-mcn.com>


Read more of my stories here .  .  .

www.katie-mcn.com

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