7 comments/ 51779 views/ 9 favorites Unit 3A By: CafeExtreme I knew when I moved in to my new unit that there was a chance of something like this happening. It was more than just a feeling. When the unit block was first built, it no doubt provided stunning views across Sydney Harbour. Now however it was well and truly built in – surrounded by other newer unit blocks on seemingly all sides. I looked upon other unit blocks and the residents of these no doubt looked upon my mine or others. I had been there about six months and since I prefer natural light, I would leave my blinds open during the day unless I was getting dressed or undressed or having a nap. When shuffling around looking for some clothes in my room, out of the corner of my eye, I thought I saw the venetian blind move in one of the windows almost directly across from mine. As I stood upright and stared, I clearly saw the slats of the blind slowly slide back to their closed position. I didn't think much of it again until I saw it occur on a couple of other occasions. I then started to pay more attention and began to realise that whoever occupied that particular unit (which later investigation revealed was unit 3A) spent a lot of time sneakily peering out, particularly on weekends. I didn't know if whoever it was, was peering specifically at me, as I was sure they would be able to clearly see into at least a dozen or so units from that particular window. Curiosity got the better of me and I found myself wondering whether this mystery person was male or a female. I assumed male in the first instance and this was verified a few weeks after I first noticed there was a spy in my midst when I noticed one day that the blind was up fully and a fairly well built man in his late 20s or early 30s was moving about inside. Seeing whether my spy (as I came to think of him) was spying, became a bit of a ritual. One day I noticed my spy was in residence but something seemed a bit different. It appeared that a lens of some description was now inserted between the slats of his blind. It could have been a camera of some description, or it could have been a small telescope. You wouldn't necessarily pick this up unless you had been being paying as much attention to things as I had. I wondered if my spy realised I was spying on him. One Saturday evening I came home a bit before midnight. I had drunk one too many Long Island Iced Teas with my girlfriends and I was feeling both drunk and naughty. I went to the bedroom and flicked the light on. I was almost certain my spy was peeking through the slats of his blind as usual. It was the alcohol that made me do it. Instead of closing the blind and turning the light off, I disrobed then and there. I slipped my LBN (little black number) over my shoulders and stood resplendent by the window in my black bra and hi-cut black panties. I turned around and faced away from the window and bent down ever so slightly to put my dress in the washing basket. Away from the window slightly but no doubt still visible from Unit 3A, I unclasped my bra and let my big boobs bounce free before slipping my panties off. Naked, I walked (stumbled) towards the light and flicked the switch off, went back to the blind and drew it. I couldn't believe how much I was turned on by giving this little impromptu show. As I lay on my bed which was spinning slightly as a result of too many drinks, I slipped my fingers towards my crotch and went to "work", sliding the tip of my fingers around the side of my little clit and dipping digits deeply into my wet pussy. I normally don't orgasm if I have been drinking, but I was so aroused I had no trouble climaxing quickly. At the height of climax, my pussy walls clenched the two fingers that I jabbed deeply inside and I shuddered uncontrollably. As I came down from my orgasm, I quickly drifted off to sleep. When I woke in the morning I not surprisingly had a throbbing hangover, but I thought about my wanton show of exhibitionism. I was surprised at how aroused it made me, and I didn't feel any regrets. In the afternoon, my hangover forced me back to bed where I again became aroused at the thought of my display the night before and I masturbated to orgasm again. Over the next month or so I gave a number of little displays in my bedroom, walking around topless, lying on the bed naked. It was so arousing knowing that I was being watched. I wondered if the spy knew that he had been sprung and that I did what I did knowing that he was watching. I didn't exactly do it for his benefit though I did it because it turned me on - call me a selfish little minx. I guess I was an exhibitionist but had never known it. After I had switched off the light each night, without exception I masturbated to orgasm. I started thinking about my spy when I did so, imagining him having a nice sized dick, tugging on it as he spied on me, ejaculating copiously. After a few drinks one Sunday afternoon, I decided to put on a real show. Fortified by a bottle of Pinot Grigio I checked whether my spy was in residence. The telltale signs, perhaps imperceptible to most proved affirmative. I went into the bedroom and undressed fairly quickly in full view of my window, then left the room and had a very quick shower. When I returned wet and naked to the bedroom, I bent down to a lower drawer of my bedside table and pulled out my favourite toy, a fleshy purple vibrator which I called "Charlie". I threw it on the bed and laid down, spreading my legs so that my spy had a good view of what was about to happen. I started to rub my slit slowly but firmly before picking up the vibrator and sliding it into me. The aroma of my aroused pussy filled the room as I started to fuck myself with the vibrator. I knew it wouldn't take long to reach my orgasm and I just went for it. I clawed at my boobs with one hand while the other was busy with the vibrator. I started to thrash around in delirious orgasm, the vibrator buzzing me to hedonistic heaven. After my tumultuous climax subsided, I just simply lay on the bed, keeping my legs spread wide, affording my spy an extended view of my satiated pussy. I wondered if he had masturbated himself and decided without much hesitation that he had no doubt done so. The next weekend I had gone out to a city night club with some friends. I had pranced around my bedroom naked that afternoon, but I had not masturbated for my spy since the previous sunday. I don't usually pick-up in night clubs, but I met a cute man named Robbie who I could tell was hot for me. I was aroused by the thought of fucking him, but more than just that I was aroused by the thought of fucking him in my bedroom with the spy watching on and Robbie being oblivious to the hidden eyes. We left the night club very early, and in the taxi home Robbie and I were all over each other. Our tongues danced together and Robbie's hands roamed over by chest. When we got to my place, I wasted no time in dragging Robbie off to the bedroom. I was almost certain my spy would be in residence and he didn't let me down. I guided Robbie to a position where my spy would have a good view. Without much ado, I unbelted Robbie's pants, pulled down his undies, and inhaled his dick. We were side-on to the window, affording my spy a perfect view of Robbie's dick going in and out of my mouth, as I bobbed my head back and forth. I clasped his tight butt cheeks as I did so, drawing him towards me. After sucking Robbie to the brink of orgasm, I let go of his hard cock, stood up and started kissing him deeply. His hands helped my boobs out of the confines of my top and unclasped my bra at the front. My big boobs spilled out and Robbie started to squeeze them. He broke off our kiss to move his mouth to my nipples, where he licked and sucked them passionately while continuing to squeeze them, more firmly now than before. My nipples were on fire and this fire had spread out of control to my pussy. Robbie and I separated and we undressed each other fully. We kissed briefly again, but my petulant pussy needed some urgent attention. I directed Robbie to sit up with his back more or less against the window. I straddled his face; my hands pressed against the window, and lowered my bald vulva onto Robbie's waiting mouth. As I did so I focussed my gaze squarely on the attended window of Unit 3A. Robbie expertly lapped and nibbled at my pussy, my boobs were now also pushed up against the window glass as I thrust my pussy smoothly and rhythmically down against Robbie's face. I could feel my orgasm building and I ground down hard as Robbie's expert mouth continued to lap and nuzzle my engorged pussy folds. The waves of ecstasy crashed over me and I orgasmed violently, spasming against the window. Robbie wasted little time in extracting himself from between my legs. He stood up, his face coated with pussy juice and I Instinctively knelt down and started to suck his cock again. As before, I guided him to stand perpendicular to the window to afford my spy the prime view of my head bobbing and Robbie's cock being inhaled. After a minute or so of sucking Robbie's cock deeply into my mouth, I felt him tense and then thrust raggedly into my mouth. With a guttural grunt, Robbie came, filling my mouth with a flood of semen that I did my best to gulp down. We ended up fucking and sucking all night and always in a position that gave my spy a great view. Robbie fucked me from behind while I knelt on the bed, affording my spy a view of my swinging boobs. After that, I rode Robbie sensuously for what seemed like hours on end, climaxing twice. As I did so I faced the window giving my spy would have had a perfect view of Robbie's roaming hands that never seemed to leave my boobs alone – squeezing them, pinching and twisting my nipples. It was a sex session of boundless raunch, heightened for me even further by the knowledge that I was being watched. I knew that my voyeur was watching the whole thing, less surreptitious than usual. A couple of times I saw his blind move appreciably as I rode Robbie and my mind filled with the thought of him masturbating while watching my pussy filled with Robbie's cock. Eventually at about 3:00AM Robbie and I were exhausted and satiated. Robbie finished things off by fucking my boobs in front of the window. I squeezed them together tightly as Robbie thrust his dick rapidly between them eventually ejaculating for the fourth time that evening. We lay down after that and spooned, both eventually drifting off for a few hours sleep. Robbie left early the next morning. I never saw him again, but this was not the last adventure involving the resident of Unit 3A. If you like maybe I'll tell you more another time........................ Unit 3A Again! Greetings readers!!! Since your overwhelmingly positive response to the initial story of my naughty escapades that were in full view of the mysterious man in Unit 3A, I thought I'd update you with events since that story. I had been busy with work, the week after I had fucked Robbie in full view of my voyeur. A hot fucking session always put me on a high for quite a period, and I was still on such a high that week. When I came home from work on Thursday, I collected the mail and in addition to the phone bill and a superannuation statement, there was a small unmarked envelope. When I got to the kitchen bench and put down my handbag, I opened the plain envelope first and in perfect calligraphic handwriting the note inside said: "Hello my little exhibitionist, We have not met officially, I do not know your name, but I guess by now you know that I have been keeping a close eye on you. I thought I was being discrete, but clearly not discrete enough. For your part, I think you have enjoyed the attention immensely; looking down into my window, with bare breasts pushed against the glass as you were being fucked silly was a bit of a giveaway. You are a naughty woman aren't you! You can probably guess what I do when I watch you. I stroke my cock, slowly and teasingly, working myself into a frenzy until the think ropes of cum burst forth. Sometimes I feel like I may not stop cumming, as I watch you pleasure yourself or being pleasured. What now with our "relationship"? I am happy with how things are going. I don't think we need to meet and form a conventional relationship. Out the window with convention I say. Isn't it better to have our little sexy secret? Maybe you can think of new ways to tease me from your bedroom palace. The ball is in your court my delightful minx. I look forward to some correspondence from you. You know where I live; if the mood strikes you, slip a little note under my door. Love, Your Voyeur" After reading the note and re-reading it, my pussy tingled and my mind raced. I knew I had been caught out playing along with my voyeur. I was not alarmed by this. I made myself a cup of tea (hot and sweet just like me!) and I pondered the challenge that had been laid down. Did I want to continue this voyeuristic relationship? Yes, I thought. I was clear on this. What now though I thought. What should my immediate response be? After finishing my cup of tea and then turning to a glass of wine, I decided to sleep on any written response. But I also decided on some decisive action for that evening. I showered quickly and still dripping wet, I strolled naked into my bedroom. Out of the corner of my eye, I caught sight of my voyeur's light on, and the slat of the blind parted. I found my vibrator in my bedside table, laid on the bed with legs spread and unceremoniously toyed myself to a quick orgasm. My pussy was so wet it squelched with every thrust of the toy. After my orgasm had subsided, I got up and quickly closed the curtains. I had clearly signalled to my voyeur that I was all for our relationship continuing, but I had not signalled what that would entail because I wasn't clear yet in my own mind. I was distracted all day at work the next day as my mind drifted to what I would put in the note to my voyeur and what I would do. One of my work colleagues, Janelle, noticed how distracted I was and asked if anything was the matter. I smiled as I said no, but if only she knew what I was thinking. I was so desperate to get home that I didn't bother going to the usual Friday afternoon work drinks. I went straight home and composed the following note. "Dear Voyeur, I know that you watch me and it turns me on. Last night I couldn't wait to play with myself, to show you that I wanted to continue our "relationship" as you call it. I have been thinking all day of the things I could do to tease you from a distance and make you cum, while I pleasure myself or get fucked by a man. I am indeed a naughty minx with a hungry, hungry pussy. I have some ideas of things that I could do from my bedroom that will turn you on even more. Some surprises indeed are in store for you. Xoxoxox Your Exhibitionist." As night fell properly, I slipped across the road and made my way to the door of Unit 3A where I silently slid my note, my salaciously teasing invitation, under the door. I went to bed that night without putting on a performance, keeping my voyeur guessing. I did masturbate in the dark though, flicking my finger tips around the sides of my clit until I climaxed. On Saturday afternoon I headed out into the centre of Sydney to visit a femme friendly sex shop in George Street. Luckily pay day was Thursday, because I spent up big on several new toys. I had organised a few weeks before to catch up with some girlfriends that night, and while I went to dinner, I left early. I feigned a headache, but in fact it was my pussy that was aching! I hurried home and went straight into my bedroom and flicked the light on. It appeared from the light in my voyeur's bedroom, and the telltale gap in his venetian blind, that he was at home. I could just make out some movement in his room. I delved into the bag that contained my new toys and a fuck load of batteries, and my jar of lubricant. I decided on two vibrators for the evening -- Jenna's Dream Dong which was a fat fleshy little number about seven inches long, that had a tip that lit up in multi-colours, and a slimline vibrator about five inches long. I then stood near the window and slowly disrobed, unbuttoning my blouse and revealing my black bra which accentuated the swell of my more than ample breasts. I then slid off my demure skirt to reveal my skimpy black panties. In my underwear I stood at the window and smiled wickedly in the direction of the window of Unit 3A. I then unclipped my bra, letting my boobs spill out, and then stepped out of my panties. Naked again before the window I was. I moved to the bed and knelt on it, my bum and pussy facing the window. I dipped my fingers into the lube and started to rub my bald pussy, enflaming my clit even further and ensuring that my pussy lips were super slick. I jabbed two, then three, then four fingers into my pussy and started to fuck myself before abruptly stopping and picking up the big dong with the rainbow light show on its tip. I slid it into my cunt and my muscles instantly grasped it's fleshiness as the vibrations shot through my entire vulva. I fucked myself, burying the toy to the hilt and withdrawing. While I could not see the window, I knew that my voyeur would be watching every thrust, teasing and tugging on his own cock as he did so. With this thought in my mind, my own orgasm started to build. I fucked myself raggedly, my whole body convulsed as I was choked by climax. I was completely out of breath, my pussy couldn't take anymore and I withdrew the glowing toy from my sex tunnel. I simply lay where I was, affording Mr Voyeur, a view of my temporarily satiated pussy. I wasn't finished yet though. After a brief quiescence, of simply displaying my sex to my voyeur, I dipped a single finger into the lube, moved it to my little bumhole, and spread around the lubricant, before repeating the dose. Slowly, I then started to inch my slick finger into my bum, momentarily breaching the anal ring, before withdrawing. I finger fucked my bum, gradually working in more and more of my finger until I easily slid the entire length into and out of my anus. I then started to vigorously finger my now welcoming anus, and I quickly jammed in another lubed finger alongside the first. I fucked my anus for about ten minutes, before withdrawing my fingers and reaching for the little vibrator. I lubed it up, positioned it at my anal entrance and then gasped as I plunged it to my bum, lurching forward a little bit on the bed as I did so. The wicked vibrations from the toy shuddered through my whole body. I fucked my bum with the toy, affording my voyeur a no doubt excellent view of me pleasuring my accommodating anus. My pussy was again becoming enflamed, and needed attention. I stopped buggering myself long enough to pick up the other vibrator and then used both of them on myself. It was difficult to coordinate this, but in my lust filled state, I managed well. My voyeur was getting a show tonight - me plugging my bumhole with a vibrator, while I worked a larger one around my clit and into my cunt. It wasn't long before the twin assault started the first stirrings of climax again. It built slower than my first one, but it was more intense. Breathlessly, I plunged the toys into me, vibrating myself to the peak of orgasm before collapsing down the precipice of pleasure. I was spent, simply exhausted. That would be it from me tonight. With my bedroom filled with the aroma of pussy, I turned off the light and nodded off to sleep. I awoke late Sunday morning, knowing that I had something planned for that evening. The evening was when I knew my voyeur would most likely be in attendance. I did some shopping at lunch time and generally lazed around, but sex was not far from my mind -- a near permanent state these days. By dinner time, I was in a state of heightened arousal. After a quick meal, I checked the window of Unit 3A and to my relief; it looked clearly like my man was in attendance. This time I did not do a deliberate strip, just simply took my clothes off as if nobody was watching, and then went and had a long languid bath. After I had got out of the bath I coated my vulva in lubricant before emerging back into the bedroom. I didn't get dressed, instead I went to my bag of toys and pulled out the toy that the young lass in the shop recommended -- a pussy pump, and the big vibrator from the night before. She said some women, herself included loved using the pussy pump above all else, and could not get over how it made them feel. I spreadeagled myself on the bed, put the cup of the pussy pump on my vulva and started pumping. After the first pump, I felt a delicious tightness envelop my vulva. It was only the beginning. With each pump, I felt the excruciatingly pleasant grip tighten. Finally, I couldn't pump anymore, my engorged pussy filled the plastic cup, nearly making my eyes water. I left the cup on my inflated pussy and started to squeeze and knead my breasts and pinch my nipples. After about five minutes, I opened the release valve of the pussy pump and revealed my huge engorged pussy to myself and my patient viewer. My pussy lips were huge and tingled exquisitely as the blood began to flow again. I was able to grab my entire vulva and squeeze it and shake it, the feeling was extraordinary. Without any further ado, I grabbed the vibrator and jabbed it into my expanded sex. The feeling was like a bolt of sexual electricity. I just simply fucked myself without thinking of anything else, plundering my puffed up pussy. In no time an unrelenting orgasm broke over me, heightened immeasurably by my artificially engorged sex. I shuddered and flapped around the bed in ribald ecstasy. It seemed ages before the feeling began to subside; I remained awash with a post orgasmic daze for what felt like a blissful eternity. Finally the intense feelings began to slip away and my pussy began to shrink back to its pre-pumping size. As I got off the bed, I could see the light on in Unit 3A, and the blind slats were unsubtly parted. I could make out a body at the window, no doubt a naked one. I smiled and waved coyly at the window, before turning off the light and slipping into a satiated slumber. My pleasure was again heightened by knowing that I had been watched...