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levite · 10-03-2010, 12:24 PM

I have definitely been lucky enough over the years to catch a number of my neighbors naked or changing or what have you-- that's the perks of living in side-by-side apartment buildings in L.A., where your window is maybe eight feet away from the window of the person next door to you. But two incidents in my recollection are by far the most outstanding such of my life:

1. I must have been about 15 or 16: the apartment directly across from ours was being rented by two or three girls of college age. One wonderful, wonderful hot summer night, my lights were out, my window was open, the girl whose room was right across from me had one low lamp on, and her window was open, with the curtain partly drawn across it-- I don't know if she'd been negligent in closing it the rest of the way, or if she thought it was too hot to close it the rest of the way, or if she just didn't care. Neither of us could get to sleep in the heat (none of these buildings had a/c), and neither of us could bear to wear anything. I noted with surprise and delight that she stripped down completely to get into bed. She was really cute-- dirty blonde, as I recall, built nice but not extravagant-- and I was glued to the show. She lay there and read for a while, with me watching like it was high drama. And, God bless my life, she put down her book and started touching herself. It was like all my dreams coming true. I watched her masturbate for a good ten or fifteen minutes, through three or four strong orgasms. It was ungodly hot. I myself came twice, barely having to do anything.... Whew!

2. College. We had co-ed bathrooms, which was actually not as good for spontaneous shows as one might think (but did promote very healthy relationships between the sexes, given that we all got past adolescent romanticizations of the opposite sex, and realized we were all just people). A few times I did hear people going at it in the shower, but just took it in stride. But one night, my junior year, I stumbled into the bathroom (much darkened) to take care of business. When I was done, I opened the stall door, and I heard a little giggling and moaning-- nothing out of the ordinary. But I happened to look up at it, and I caught that the shower cubicle door was ajar, and the curtain not quite pulled to. The mirror on the back of the shower cubicle door reflected what was going on in the shower, which was reflected again in the smaller side mirrors on the hall side of the bathroom, which again was in turn reflected into the main mirror above the sinks on the opposite side, where I could see it perfectly without moving. The sizzling hot brunette who lived three rooms down from me was in the shower, along with the willowy, long-legged redhead who was her roommate. The two of them were having major-league shower sex. Now, I had heard the word in the dorm was that the two of them were lovers (there were a number of threesomes they were involved in that year, some with girls, some with guys), but I had never had 100% proof. More importantly, I had never seen two actual girls having sex, live. I can't take the time to describe everything, but...oh my God! Never in all my born days did I see anything close to that hot before, nor have I since. There are just no words for that kind of hotness. I still think about it.

10-03-2010, 12:24 PM	#188 (permalink)
levite Minion of Joss Location: The Windy City	I have definitely been lucky enough over the years to catch a number of my neighbors naked or changing or what have you-- that's the perks of living in side-by-side apartment buildings in L.A., where your window is maybe eight feet away from the window of the person next door to you. But two incidents in my recollection are by far the most outstanding such of my life: 1. I must have been about 15 or 16: the apartment directly across from ours was being rented by two or three girls of college age. One wonderful, wonderful hot summer night, my lights were out, my window was open, the girl whose room was right across from me had one low lamp on, and her window was open, with the curtain partly drawn across it-- I don't know if she'd been negligent in closing it the rest of the way, or if she thought it was too hot to close it the rest of the way, or if she just didn't care. Neither of us could get to sleep in the heat (none of these buildings had a/c), and neither of us could bear to wear anything. I noted with surprise and delight that she stripped down completely to get into bed. She was really cute-- dirty blonde, as I recall, built nice but not extravagant-- and I was glued to the show. She lay there and read for a while, with me watching like it was high drama. And, God bless my life, she put down her book and started touching herself. It was like all my dreams coming true. I watched her masturbate for a good ten or fifteen minutes, through three or four strong orgasms. It was ungodly hot. I myself came twice, barely having to do anything.... Whew! 2. College. We had co-ed bathrooms, which was actually not as good for spontaneous shows as one might think (but did promote very healthy relationships between the sexes, given that we all got past adolescent romanticizations of the opposite sex, and realized we were all just people). A few times I did hear people going at it in the shower, but just took it in stride. But one night, my junior year, I stumbled into the bathroom (much darkened) to take care of business. When I was done, I opened the stall door, and I heard a little giggling and moaning-- nothing out of the ordinary. But I happened to look up at it, and I caught that the shower cubicle door was ajar, and the curtain not quite pulled to. The mirror on the back of the shower cubicle door reflected what was going on in the shower, which was reflected again in the smaller side mirrors on the hall side of the bathroom, which again was in turn reflected into the main mirror above the sinks on the opposite side, where I could see it perfectly without moving. The sizzling hot brunette who lived three rooms down from me was in the shower, along with the willowy, long-legged redhead who was her roommate. The two of them were having major-league shower sex. Now, I had heard the word in the dorm was that the two of them were lovers (there were a number of threesomes they were involved in that year, some with girls, some with guys), but I had never had 100% proof. More importantly, I had never seen two actual girls having sex, live. I can't take the time to describe everything, but...oh my God! Never in all my born days did I see anything close to that hot before, nor have I since. There are just no words for that kind of hotness. I still think about it. __________________ Dull sublunary lovers love, Whose soul is sense, cannot admit Absence, because it doth remove That thing which elemented it. (From "A Valediction: Forbidding Mourning" by John Donne)