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♡ ˙ ˖ ✧ — 𝐏𝐄𝐄𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐎𝐌.
THE LARGE WINDOW WAS SOMETHING YOU HAD TO GET USED TO. You thought about putting curtains ups, but you adored the way the natural sunlight gleamed into your newest condo. Or the fact that you had a perfect view of the apartment across from you. You weren't even aware that someone lived in the apartment until you were near the window and saw a male figure walking around carrying art supplies. Your curious eyes squinting to get a better look at the person, but you just couldn't see that far.
As you ate dinner alone, you would find yourself peeping at the man across from you. He always seemed to be cooped up in his artwork. Rubbing his hands that were covered with paint onto his sweatpants or ripping a piece of paper out from his sketchbook. You found yourself wanting to get a closer look, intrigued to get a closer look at the mysterious man. So you brought a pair of binoculars. Cheeks burning in embarrassment as you realize you were a peeping Tom. How desperate could you be to invade a man's privacy like this?
One evening when you were twisting and turning in your bed, you gave up trying to sleep. Your feet dragged across the wooden floors towards your kitchen to make your favorite tea that usually helped you fall asleep on gloomy nights like this. As you walked by the huge window where the moon illuminated your place, your eyes nearly popped out of your head seeing the view. Your hands frantically picked up the binoculars as you looked directly toward the artist's apartment. There he was sitting in one of his living room chairs, a rolled blunt in between his lips as another woman was in between his legs. Your heart pounded in your chest watching his fingers comb through his long jet black hair as the woman's head bobbed up and down on his cock.
You kept mumbling to yourself that this felt so wrong. But your eyes couldn't pry away from the sight. The way he inhaled and exhaled while a smoke cloud swirled above him as he held the rolled substance in his hand. His other hand was placed on the back of the woman's head moving with her movements. He was enjoying the wonderful feeling of being on cloud nine due to the weed he was consuming and then being brought back down from his high due to a woman's lips wrapped around his cock. You felt the growing heat in between your thighs as you put the binoculars down, your hands growing sweaty at the thought of what you just witnessed. You wanted to close your eyes and hopefully, when you opened them, you were just hallucinating...dreaming maybe. High off the same thing, the artist was smoking. When you brought the binoculars back to your eyes, your heart seemed to drop in your chest. There he was, the artist giving you a sly wave. If you squint hard enough, you would even admit that he was giving you some cocky smirk.
He knew you were watching.
You watched through the binoculars as he gently nudged the woman off him. The woman's face was covered with her own saliva as he gripped at her hair dragging her closer to the huge window just so you can get a better look. Your heart seemed to beat faster as you tugged one of your dining room chairs closer to the window, your thighs clamped shut to ignore the ache from your pussy that was begging for attention. As your eyes peeped through the binoculars once more, the woman continued to suck the artist off. His rolled blunt was in between his lips as he would toy with the woman's brunette hair, eventually putting it in a ponytail to stop her saliva from colliding with her hair.
"Shit." You muttered to yourself, the little things like that turned you on. You couldn't help but play with the band of your pajama shorts. You were aware that if he knew you were watching, he could most likely see you.
You would put the binoculars down for a second as you tugged your shorts down. You stepped out of them letting them decorate your wooden floors as you sat back down in the chair you pulled up. Your eyes once again peeked through the binoculars once you picked them back up. The artist's large hand was placed on the window keeping his balance from the sensational pleasure he was receiving.
Your eyes peered at the man as his head fell back in complete bliss. Seeing the way his hips thrust into the woman's mouth caused your fingers to climb into your panties. Your fingers rubbed at your folds, shocked at the fact that just by being a peeping Tom, you've grown wet. Brain rotting with the thoughts of the artist in the other building as you massaged your own cunt, your other hand gripping at the binoculars to get a perfect view of the artist.
Your lips parted slightly to let out a soft whimper as your fingers made a circular motion on your clit that was begging to be touched. The sight of the artist getting a blowjob from another woman caused you to be soaked below, if only you were the one whose lips were wrapped around his cock. The thought of it caused you to push two of your fingers inside to feel around your damp walls. Your fingers stroking eagerly to hit that one spot that caused your toes to curl up in pure bliss. Binoculars glued to your eyes as you watch the artist stare in your direction. A smirk on his face as he would quickly put the blunt he was smoking out. You watched as his muscles flex at each movement the brunette made on his dick. Your teeth grind against your lower lip as you removed your fingers from yourself. Your own wetness glistened on your fingers that now were rubbing at your clit.
You watched as the artist's hips thrust forward. The brunette that was on the floor—hands grasped at the rug under her knees trying to hold her balance due to the sudden aggression from the man in front of her. Saliva dripped on the floor and on the brunette's lap as tears trickled down her cheeks. The actions you were viewing caused you to rub even faster, you could feel the heat pooling in the pit of your abdomen. You watched as the artist's head fall back as the brunette-haired woman used her hands to massage his shaft. Mimicking his motions as your head also fell back and once again insert your fingers to push around your wet walls. Your imagination lets you wonder and wish that the artist's fingers were the ones inside you, edging you on bit by bit. A moan hitched from the back of your throat as your vision was getting blurry. The last sight through the binoculars you caught a glimpse of before you were pushed into your orgasm, was the artist removing himself from the woman's mouth. A mixture of his cum and the brunette's saliva dripped off the artist's cock.
The binoculars clattered to the ground once you felt your own walls clutch around your fingers. Your chest rose up and down as you seemed to slump in the wooden chair you were sitting in. Sitting in your own pool of wetness as you could see that the artists finished up also. The girl who was blowing him off was walking out of the living room to clean herself up, her face a sloppy mess as she licked her lips of any cum that spilled out her mouth. You quickly grabbed the binoculars, your cheeks steamed with embarrassment as you couldn't even believe the action you'd just done. When you peek through them to end your night, you see him staring right back at you. A grin on his face as he gave you a wave right before he turned his living room light off most likely to go join the woman he just face fucked.
You placed the binoculars down and started to clean the mess you made. Your mind is still racing due to the actions you just committed. It was such a new thing and your friends wouldn't even believe you if you told them what you did. You pushed the chair back into the dining space of your condo and eventually went to go shower. Praying that the steam of the shower would push out the thoughts of the artist that was living rent-free in your mind.
The following morning you seemed to doze off on your living room couch last night, a fluffy blanket tugged on your body and your television was on. As you sat up rubbing the sleep out of your eyes, you seemed to begin to remember the events of the following night. Your heart nearly jumped out of your chest as you jolted up going towards the window. You couldn't see the artist walking around his apartment, nor did you see the brunette woman that was wrapped around his cock. But you did see something. You grabbed a hold of your binoculars, peeping through them for one last time and your lips parted to let out a scandalous gasp.
There stood in the living room close to the large window that the artist once was using as support last night was a painting. A painting so explicit that it caused you to place your hand on your chest in disbelief. The painting was a painting of you last night. On the canvas was an explicit painting of you masturbating at the view of him. You couldn't help but notice the details he put into his work, especially considering that you live in an apartment building across from his. He had to have such a vivid imagination to create such a piece.
And in the corner, you saw his signature in black paint.
Geto Suguru.
The artist's name was Geto Suguru.