Lusting after Michiko
Part Three

That evening, Michiko had planned on going home
early. But a meeting with a hopelessly talkative
client just dragged on and on. And as she left her
office, it was already dark.

She got into her car and drove home through the city
streets, now lit only by streetlights and flickering
neon signs. She suddenly realized that her kinky
neighbour across the hall hadn't been on her mind
all day. But now, on her way home, she thought about
him again.

So far, he hadn't done much: Twice, he'd brought her
flowers and ejaculated on the door. The only
difference was that yesterday she'd watched him. And
he'd known - and he'd spoken to her.

"I'm not finished with you yet," he'd said. But what
had he meant by that? Was he simply planning to go
on like this - repeating the same strange behaviour,
until someone made him stop? Or did he have other
things in mind? She wondered: Would he come again
tonight?

Michiko pulled into the underground garage and
walked to the elevator. She half expected to see her
neighbour suddenly jump from the shadows - but no,
she was all alone.

As she reached the sixteenth floor, she got out and
walked to her apartment.

On her door there were fresh stains of semen. And
below them another bouquet of flowers.

Michiko sighed. By getting home late she'd obviously
missed him. And it seemed his behaviour really was
repetitive. Eventually, this was going to get
annoying. She would have to call the police once
more to put a stop to it.

She picked up the flowers and locked herself into
the apartment. She put the flowers in a vase - this
time they were yellow and orange, still with the
same red ribbon around them. She picked up a cloth
and went back to wipe the semen off her door. Then
she lay on the couch, kicking off her shoes.

Michiko closed her eyes. She was tired. Too tired to
think about weird neighbours and restraining orders.
Last night it had all been exciting, but now it was
just one more problem to deal with. She sighed.

She got up and went into the bedroom. She pulled off
her blouse and skirt and lay on the bed in bra and
panties. Like the living room, the bedroom had a
huge window with a balcony outside, looking out over
the city.

Michiko squinted in the dark - she hadn't turned the
lights on in the bedroom. There was something
different about the view tonight. As if there was
something out there.

She switched on the light - and looked straight into
the eyes of a naked man. It was her neighbour,
standing on the balcony, stroking his swelling cock.

"Oh shit," she whispered.

She looked him over. He was a short, stout man, but
his body was surprisingly muscular. And in great
shape for a guy his age.

He looked at her intently, masturbating. His thick
cock was slowly rising, the veined shaft growing in
length. His face was serious, concentrated.

But how had he gotten out there? The balcony in his
apartment faced the other way. And he certainly
hadn't come through Michiko's apartment. Had he gone
through the apartment next door and crawled from
balcony to balcony? He certainly showed a lot of
determination.

Michiko stared at his cock, as he massaged it to a
full erection. She suddenly realized that she was
wearing only bra and panties, but somehow it didn't
bother her. In fact, she felt like showing herself
off.

She felt herself getting wet between the thighs. Her
neighbour was turned on by her, jerking off to the
sight of her, and he wanted her to watch. And he was
quite an attractive man, in a rough sort of way. The
whole situation was pretty sexy.

Michiko lay on her bed, letting him watch as she
unbuttoned her black satin bra and threw it on the
floor. Her breasts weren't big, but beautifully
shaped, and her dark nipples were already hard. She
gently massaged her breasts. Oh, it felt good
touching herself. It felt good having him watch.

Slowly, she slipped off her panties. Her pussy had
been partly visible through the thin fabric, but now
she let him see it for real. She kept it trimmed,
leaving only a little bush of jet-black hair above
it.

Michiko got up on her knees and spread her legs,
letting him glimpse the wet, pink insides of her
labia. Her neighbour stared lustfully at her slit,
stroking his cock in a slow, steady rhythm.
Michiko's fingers found her clit and began to
massage it gently. Then gradually she matched her
rhythm to her neighbour's strokes. She gasped.

They were masturbating in unison, watching each
other. Michiko applied more pressure, feeling a
gentle wave of pleasure through her sex every time
her neighbour stroked his erect shaft. Her pussy was
oozing love juice, making her fingers wet.

She reached into the nightstand and pulled out her
vibrator. Its steel surface gleamed in the
lamplight. She looked her neighbour straight in the
eyes as she placed the tip of toy at the mouth of
her pussy. His sombre expression changed to a
fiendish half-grin. His lips seemed to form the word
"yes", but she couldn't hear his voice through the
glass.

She lay back on the bed and slowly slid the hard toy
into her succulent cunt.

"Ohhh!" she gasped.

God, that felt good. She slipped the vibrator out.
Drops of love juice glistened on the shiny surface.
She slipped it back in, then out, then in. She
wanted to watch his reaction, but she was so
aroused, she could hardly focus. Shamelessly, she
let him watch as she thrust the toy into her pussy
over and over.

She felt dirty, and that turned her on even more. In
her excited state, Michiko felt that she had nothing
to hide - she was hot as hell, and she wasn't
ashamed to let the whole world know it. Letting him
watch was turning both of them on.

Michiko writhed on the bed, fucking herself with the
vibrator in an ever-increasing rhythm. She was about
to come. She whimpered with lust, her juices flowing
around the rigid toy.

"Now watch this," she gasped. "You filthy bastard,
watch this!"

Michiko arched her back, as the climax hit her.
Crying out in ecstasy, she felt her whole body
trembling, electrified. She could sense nothing but
this huge surge of physical pleasure, reaching every
fibre of her helpless body.

Then she just lay there, feeling her orgasm subside.
She slowly slipped the vibrator from her cunt.

Breathing deeply, she looked out at her neighbour.
To her surprise, he hadn't come yet. He was still
masturbating, staring at her. His cock was swollen,
the bluish head bulging, drop of clear fluid
dripping onto her balcony.

"You want me to go again?" she whispered. "You think
you can handle it?"

She didn't care what she wanted anyway. She sat up
in bed, put the tip of the vibrator against the base
of her clit and turned on the motor. The buzzing
sound seemed amazingly loud in the quiet bedroom.

"Oh, fuck!" she gasped.

The vibration sent sparks of pleasure through her
tender flesh. She moved the humming toy in circles
around her clit, feeling her arousal grow.

Her neighbour masturbated vigorously, stroking his
bulging shaft in a faster and faster rhythm. His
mouth was open, gasping as he watched Michiko
pleasuring herself.

"Aaah!" she cried. "Aaah!" Loud, singing tones that
he could certainly hear out on the balcony.

She stared at his cock. Suddenly, she imagined that
her orgasm somehow depended on his - that she
wouldn't be able to come before he did. She pressed
the buzzing vibrator against her clit, anxious to
see her neighbour ejaculate.

"Oh, please come," she whispered. "Let me watch."

"Unnnh!" he grunted, loud enough for her to hear it
through the glass.

He grabbed his cock with both hands, stroking it
feverishly.

"Oh, yes!" Michiko gasped, as she felt her orgasm
approaching to.

"Aaah!" her neighbour cried, as he came. "Aaah!"

The first spurt of semen shot from his cock, hitting
the windowpane several feet up. The creamy white
liquid slowly trickled down the glass. Jerking
violently, the bulging cock released another jet of
sperm, shooting even higher and more plentifully
than before.

Michiko came too - a violent explosion of pleasure,
starting between her legs and spreading throughout
her trembling body. Through misty eyes she watched
her neighbour ejaculating, creamy spunk pumping from
his twitching cock. He kept masturbating, forcing
every last drop of semen from his balls. Michiko
watched, as the last, thick drops fell heavy on the
floor of her balcony.

He stood there for a while, breathing hard, looking
down at his cock, as it slowly went soft. Then his
eyes met Michiko's. He gave a crooked smile and
nodded at her. Then, with a skilled motion, he
crawled over the balustrade and jumped, still stark
naked, to the balcony next door.  

Michiko couldn't believe her eyes.

Still trembling from her orgasm, she fell back onto
her bed and just lay there, staring at the ceiling.

Imagine doing a thing like that: Entering through
some stranger's flat, undressing, and then jumping
from balcony to balcony - just to stand outside a
woman's window, jerking off. You'd have to be
absolutely fearless to do that.

And he'd done it for her.

Michiko turned off the light and got into bed.

Strange visions invaded her drowsy brain: She saw
herself, naked, sneaking through strange apartments,
strange men staring lustfully at her. She saw
herself, still naked, jumping across balconies,
feeling the cool night air on her skin. And on every
balcony, behind every window, there were men
watching her, lusting after her, slowly masturbating
to the sight of her naked body. But the man she was
looking for was nowhere to be found. The rows of
balconies were endless, she crawled past hundreds of
men, leering at her. But he was gone.

With a deep sigh, Michiko drifted off to sleep.