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I had started noticing you about a month back. It was purely accidental, one night I was out on my balcony enjoying a smoke and about to go back inside when I thought I saw something interesting about two stories down in the opposite building. It was a dimly lit room, the curtains quite see through, and I think I saw a woman, almost naked if not completely, on the bed, and something huge in her hand. It felt like she was busy pleasuring herself. I tried to look harder, but I was not sure of it. But I did mark that window as an item of interest from then onwards.

And oh boy, it did turn out to be an item of interest for sure. I started focusing more on that window in the coming days and nights, and I got myself familiar with the beautifully exotic and voluptuous inhabitant. It seemed the woman lived alone, I hadn't seen anyone else there in routine. Apparently she had work as she left and returned on time consistent with anyone who has work. She looked to be around mid-thirties with a very...and I want to stress on very...VERY ripe body. A head turner. She looked to be of good height, around 5'7 or around that, with long, mousy blond hair. In addition to this I observed her love for sexy lingerie - like ALL the time - which I found to be a very sexy habit. And the second thing...her big, black, 10-inch suction dildo. That boy was huge and she loved to play with it.

I had watched her play with it quite a few times now, and, I found myself starting to play while watching her. It was becoming a routine for me - but the dangerous part of it? I had started to desire her, desiring her flesh, and the need and want to touch her and feel her...the feel of her pussy wrapping around my thickness....these desires were taking over me.

I developed a deep, wanton need to have her, especially after watching her last night. What happened last night? That is a natural question. So Last night, close to midnight I was out on the balcony, yes, you guessed it right, to have a smoke. I was enjoying my cigarette and watching her window intently, hoping to catch some action too, as I was feeling a little horny. And soon enough my prayers were answered. She appeared in the window, and I saw her put the huge dildo on the chair. And then I saw her sit on it, taking it all the way in. Watching the long and thick black dick disappear in her pussy made me hard. I stubbed out my smoke and pulled my hard dick out and started stroking watching her rock on her dildo, while she was looking at something on her phone.

I saw her riding her dick and soon enough I started to get close. I saw her body shaking like a woman possessed as she creamed on the big black dildo, and grunted softly as I splattered the ledge of the balcony with my cum. ‘I need to have her', I thought to myself, Lighting up another cigarette, dick softening but still leaking.

‘I need to have her', was the last thought as I fell into a peaceful sleep that night.

This continued on for a couple of weeks, and one night she did notice me standing on the balcony looking at her. She wasn't one to shy away, and neither did I lose my cool and continued to shamelessly watch her. The next night, she made it clear she knew I was looking and put on a show for me. Spreading her legs and using the dildo to fuck her beautiful pussy. The ledge of the balcony was blocking her view, otherwise she would have seen my dick in my hand, stroking and jacking off while watching her.

‘I need to have her', was a constant thought, but I was also having fun doing and what we were doing. But the need to feel her flesh was getting stronger with each passing day. And one night I just gave in to my body's need.

I knew the building. I knew the floor. The only challenge was knowing her apartment number. I knew how you looked like, but I wasn't sure. The only distinctive feature I was counting on was to recognize you from your hair. One evening I took a seat on a bench close to your building, and looked at everyone passing by, not wanting to miss you. I recognized you from your clothes from the morning as l saw you get ready, with your consent, of course. And how could I miss your hair. I started following you as soon as you crossed me, and hurriedly entered your building as the door almost closed. I followed you into the

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