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Sex in the City

Posted by: SoloTouchArchive Author: hotnipples Posted on: 22 Jun 2005 2 comments
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Now and then, I've had the pleasure of being a voyeur....near my house there was a cliff overlooking a deserted beach, and I could enjoy, from a distance, watching couples play naked and make love in the sand. A very different sort of scene presented itself to me one afternoon in San Francisco, about four o'clock...

I had gone to look at the unfinished basement of a vacant house on a steep hillside. Nobody had lived there for five years or more. Construction had been halted, and the back wall of the basement was entirely open, facing a canyon and other houses to the right and across, with fantastic views of the city to the left. I was feeling a bit horny, as I do in vacant buildings, when I noticed someone in a large picture window just to the right. It was a man, he was moving about, and he was naked.

He was naked, his cock was in his hand, and he was moving about the living room stroking himself. He would stop now and then, put a leg up on a couch, stroke, and then pace around, stroking more and looking out at the view. He was totally exposed to my view, but the place had always been empty of any people, so he never worried about being seen from my spot less than a hundred feet away.

I remember his cock as large, and fully erect; his hand played it, but could never cover it or hide it, and I could see it well. He was lubed and stroked in big, long strokes. I could see his balls hanging down. His chest was dark and hairy, but his loins were white except for a dark patch of hair around his balls. He had the feeling of someone who just got home, stripped naked, and was having a good wank!

I stood still, quiet, transfixed. I started to feel myself get hard while I watched him, and I moved to put my things down and drop my pants to join him in a distant, shared, unspoken, unknown masturbation. Suddenly he spotted me! Instantly, he jumped down behind the kitchen and was gone! I was shocked and devastated. I was getting so turned on by him, and suddenly---bang---it was over! My stomach turned over. I felt so bad for him; he must have felt only mortification and embarrassment, and didn't know how very much he turned me on.

I thought about going round to knock on his door and tell him it was alright, but I didn't. I wasn't exactly sure of his house, and, well, I was very embarrassed, too, confused and upset. I quickly left. That night, in bed (and many times since) I masturbated to my memories of seeing him, and all the next day I thought about him and his cock and the city in front of us. Four o'clock found me down in the deserted basement again, this time hidden, hoping that he would return from work, strip, and I could watch him again.

His room was empty, quiet. I pulled down my pants, and played with myself....half an
hour passed, then an hour...and eventually I knew he wouldn't be returning to his window, wouldn't be naked and jackin' in front of the whole city, not today, perhaps not ever, and I would never share his exuberance again. But , I was thinking, I didn't live there, and if neighbors saw me wanking, they wouldn't know who I was. And the other neighbors were more distant, could barely make me out in the shadow of the basement....

I stepped out further, where I could see the whole city, and slipped off my pants. I began to wank, and then peeled off my shirt, too, so that I was buck naked, standing hot on the cold concrete, in plain view of thousands of people in offices and houses all over the city. My cock got very hard, and my body pulsed with energy.

I wished hard that this man, the man who had inspired me, would appear and see me, join me, but now a huge orgasm was coming...my stomach tensed, my buttocks grew tighter, I stroked harder and harder, faster and faster, wilder and more abandoned, stroked right through a massive explosion--streams of cum shooting out, then still pumping, pulsing, twitching and drenching my hand with cum.....When I relaxed and my mind returned, I remembered that man and looked over to see if he was standing there, watching me in the shadows deep inside his apartment, stroking....

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