Watching a show takes on a whole new meaning when a man minds a friend’s cat while winning a front-row seat to view the neighbor’s adventurously sexy pussy.

“Hey, Daniel. You gotta check this out!”

Roberto grabbed my elbow in the corridor at work. He was a friendly, excitable guy who went on nature trips every chance he got. This coming weekend he was off to climb a hill or hike some long trail, and I had agreed to stop in and feed his cat at his new condo.

He was tugging me toward the men’s room door, his phone in his other hand and a mischievous grin on his face.

“What’s going on, Roberto?” I asked, a little annoyed. But I let him lead me into the unoccupied bathroom anyway.

“Take a look at this.” He tapped his phone, and footage began to play on the small rectangular screen. It was wobbly, and I had no idea what I was supposed to be seeing. Then things steadied into a downward angle from a window into an adjacent building, separated by a short distance. It was night. The shot focused on a bedroom window, its drapes open. The room was empty.

I said, “I’ve got work to do,” and started to step past Roberto.

“Wait!” He went to grab my arm again, but this time he didn’t have to. I came to a sudden stop.

A woman was undressing in the bedroom. She was seriously hot, with cascades of blonde hair. She stepped out of a purple dress, revealing a body almost too smoking to be real. Her tits were firm and full, her skin glowing, her belly and thighs taut. When she turned, I beheld an ass sculpted by the gods. She looked as if she was gesturing to someone.

“She’s my neighbor,” Roberto said, standing alongside so he could watch, too. “Isn’t she amazing? Watch this now!”

The blonde lay down on the bed, spreading her shapely legs. Into the picture came a naked man. His hard-on waggled before him as he hurried to the foot of the bed, kneeling on the floor and immediately dropping his head between those golden thighs.

Something loosened in my gut and tightened in my crotch. Sympathetic excitement welled up inside me. I’d seen plenty of porn in my life, but this was different. This had really happened. This wasn’t a professionally crafted set with hired performers. These were actual people.

I wondered what the blonde-haired woman’s pussy tasted like. I bet it dripped with nectar. I envied the dude eating her out on the little screen. The picture zoomed in, and I saw his tongue flash along her sweet, hairless slit.

“I filmed this last night,” Roberto said in a breathy voice by my ear. “She left her curtains open the whole time. I think she meant to do it, so I don’t feel bad about shooting this. I’ve watched it a dozen times. Wait, see what happens now!”

I didn’t need any more encouragement to stare wide-eyed at the erotic spectacle. The voluptuous vixen lifted her hips and bucked toward the guy’s face. I imagined how it felt having those juices smeared all over his chin and lips. My cock was stirring urgently in my pants. I wanted to grab the phone out of Roberto’s hand, take it into a stall, and jerk off to the images. That I could even think of doing something so impulsive and adolescent told me how powerful this sensual display was.

It wasn’t over. Having come against the man’s lips, the gorgeous woman drew him on the bed with her. Instead of lying back again or getting on all fours, she pushed him onto his back. Then she threw a leg over him and lowered herself onto his staff.

I figured the guy’s cock must be completely aching by now. It would be stimulation enough just to be in the same room with this stunning naked lady, much less having feasted on her juicy slit. He needed to get his bone into her.

Her face was toward the unprotected window. She turned her head slowly, sensuously, spilling blonde locks across her bare shoulders. A look of dreamy ecstasy shaped her winsome features. She rode her lover’s cock with smooth gyrations that undulated her whole graceful body. She balanced herself with one hand on the man’s chest. With her other hand she kneaded the luscious globes of her breasts, pausing to tweak her engorged nipples.

The man beneath her was clawing the silk sheets on either side of him, head whipping back and forth.

“That lucky son of a bitch,” Roberto murmured next to me. I realized with a start that he was surreptitiously rolling the heel of his free hand over the prominent bulge in his slacks. I wondered if he was even aware of his action. These tiny images captured on his phone’s camera had entranced both of us.

I was aware of my own straining hard-on. What would somebody say if they walked in and caught us gazing with dazed lust at Roberto’s phone? I knew we should stop, but I couldn’t look away from the dazzling woman on the screen as she drove herself toward further ecstasies.

“Yeah, yeah.” Roberto was practically panting now. “Ride that fucking cock!” he muttered. “Ride him hard!”

I bit my lip to keep from joining in the sexual olés, even as I felt sweat moistening my skin. The blonde shifted. She planted both feet flat on the bed and began to pump herself up and down on the man’s shaft. Her hair flew wildly. Her legs worked like a sprinter’s. She was like some carnal machine, in precise control of the situation, hurtling herself to a final explosive rapture.

Suddenly, the picture started to shake. I thought for a second it was Roberto’s hand holding the phone and was about to snatch it from him. Turned out, it was how he was holding it — or rather how he had held it last night while filming the incredible scene next door.

“Uh, sorry about this part,” he said contritely. “I was jerkin’ the gherkin here, and it was tough to keep the phone steady.”

I wanted to slap him, even though I understood his action. It was everything I could do not to whip out my hard meat and spray the floor with the spunk now boiling in my balls.

Still, watching the woman’s orgasmic crescendo in shaky-cam mode was better than not seeing it at all. She writhed and bucked and looked as if she might have been shrieking with pleasure. The man under her thrashed and then went still. She draped herself slowly down onto him, resting her head on his chest.

The screen went dark.

I stood there with a slight tremor in my legs. I felt exhausted and exhilarated. Until a few minutes before, I never would have thought that the sight of two people fucking could so affect me. But it was — I was sure now — the reality of the encounter which had shaken me to my sexual roots. Porn was porn. This was something else. Something powerful.

Roberto wiped his forehead and pocketed the phone. The grin he gave me was a little unsteady. “So, uh, you’ll still feed Mr. Whiskerface this weekend, right?”

“You bet.” Roberto had already given me a key to his place.

“Thanks, Daniel.” He exited the men’s room.

I headed into a bathroom stall for some self-administered sexual release. I was now keenly anticipating the weekend, wondering if Roberto’s ravishing neighbor across the way made a habit of leaving her bedroom drapes open. I sure as fuck hoped so.

On Saturday night, Roberto’s black-furred Mr. Whiskerface blinked indifferent feline eyes at me as I refilled his food and water bowls. Afterward, I went to the window of the condo that looked across the driveway at the neighboring structure.

I recognized the view instantly. The footage I’d seen was burned into my brain. There was the woman’s bedroom window.

The curtains were drawn.

I felt gut-punched. I couldn’t even get myself to laugh at the absurdity of the situation. I was an adult who got laid on a fairly regular basis. There wasn’t any objective reason why I should obsess over this woman whose name I didn’t even know.

Yet … she seemed more real to me than some of the flesh-and-blood women I had slept with recently.

I dropped into a chair by the window, closed my eyes and shook my head. I was acting like an idiot.

The sound of an engine got me to open my eyes. A sports car pulled into the drive. I looked down and saw a head of full blonde hair emerge. My heart leapt as I slapped off the lights and watched the scene below. Someone else was getting out of the sporty red auto.

I saw shoulder-length red hair. A freckled face caught the nearest streetlight. This woman was dressed as nattily as the blonde, like they’d both just come from a chic club.

No fucking way, I thought, barely able to believe what might be the most incredible luck of my lifetime. Did she go both ways? Had she picked herself up a redhead tonight? Would I get to watch the two of them?

Delicious fantasies roiled around in me, even as the blonde took her guest by the hand and led her to the front door of the house. Once they were inside, I tried to tell myself to calm down. I could be wrong about this. The other woman might simply be a platonic friend. Maybe what Roberto had filmed the other night had been an anomaly. Maybe she’d really just forgotten to close her curtains that night. I geared myself for massive disappointment.

I watched and watched that damn bedroom window. Ten minutes crawled by. Twenty. Half an hour. I was a knot of tension, my palms damp, my eyes straining.

Then it happened.

Light came on behind the drapes. Then the drapes themselves parted. And there she stood.

She was already undressed, and that beautifully proportioned body was even more lovely live. I couldn’t see into the entire bedroom from my angle, but the bed itself was in view. The blonde grinned out at the night. I was behind a darkened window one story above, invisible.

My heart pounded, and my cock swelled. I pulled the chair right up to the sill, gazing down rapturously, wishing only that I’d thought to bring binoculars so I could see every exquisite detail.

She turned away, and my eyes feasted on the lush hemispheres of her ass. As she had on Roberto’s footage, she gestured to someone. This time it was the redhead who came into view. She, too, was buck-naked. She was also on her hands and knees, crawling uncertainly across the deep pile carpet.

My cock surged into full brutal hardness, and I made a strangled sound. I butted the windowpane with my forehead, instinctively trying to get closer to the tantalizing scene unfolding before me.

I knocked something off the windowsill and glanced down, hoping I hadn’t broken an item of Roberto’s but too distracted to care at the moment. When I saw what I’d bumped, I snatched it up eagerly. Binoculars! The small kind you’d take to a concert. I guessed Roberto had been spending his nights at this same window. I didn’t blame him.

Forcing my hand steady, I put the lenses to my eyes. Abruptly, I was right there in the room with the two women.

The one with the red hair was slimmer, more delicate of bone. Her skin was ivory dusted with swaths of freckles. I trailed my enhanced gaze along her flexing backbone to her sweet-looking ass as she continued to creep across the rug, an unsure look on her face.

The blonde strode forward, confidence in every step. Her backside swayed, her hair swept across her shoulders. I focused the binoculars and studied her bare flesh as if it held the secrets of the universe. I saw she was still wearing a pair of black pumps. The effect was dazzling. She halted before her crawling companion, who looked up at the looming beauty with apprehensive eyes.

Had the blonde coerced this woman somehow? No. Of course, not. This was consensual. This was erotic playacting. I’d been with women who got off on being gagged and spanked. I had even been with a sassy firecracker who liked talking dirty to me. It was an interesting experience being called a bitch by a woman who’d spent half the night deep-throating my dick.

I recognized the signs of mutual sexual agreement. Though I couldn’t hear anything from my position, I saw the blonde saying something. The redhead, briefly losing her pretended expression of anxiousness, nodded vigorously. One had asked if this scene was okay, and the other had given back an emphatic yes.

The woman reached down and seized a handful of red hair. She yanked the head up and thrust down her own crotch at the same time. I watched mouth meet cunt, and I felt my excitement go spinning off into a new higher realm. Without thinking, I tore open my pants and grabbed my cock. Pre-come dribbled across my knuckles.

The redhead speared her tongue up into the shaven groove. It was plain she loved the taste. I watched her eyes close. The blonde was still gripping her lover’s hair, and now she started humping against the freckled face. The golden body moved with the same athletic grace I’d seen before. The redhead’s tongue lapped and licked. I imagined the whole bottom half of her face glistened with pussy juice.

I pulled on my cock, careful to hold the binoculars steady with my other hand. My whole body was overheated. A bead of sweat dripped into my eye. I had to get out of my clothes.

I didn’t want to miss a second of the carnal action, so stripping was a bit of a stunt. Finally, I sat there naked, my whole being seething with lust. I scooped up my balls and rolled them on my fingers, sending spasms of delight through my body.

The blonde fucked the redhead’s face and came, manifestly, violently, trembling like a polished oak bow that had just shot an arrow. It was a stunning sight.

I almost shot, too, but held back somehow. I wasn’t ready to blow my load yet. And these two obviously weren’t done with each other.

The goddess stepped back, raising her arms triumphantly while her red-haired lover knelt panting. The blonde woman turned around, and in a single fluid motion, she bent forward in a yoga-perfect posture that put her palms flat on the floor. Her sculpture-like ass was now thrust squarely in the sassy redhead’s face.

Joy lighting her damp, freckled features, the redhead lunged forward and buried her face between the firm cheeks. Breathlessly, I zeroed in on her busy tongue. She was fearlessly drilling the blonde’s asshole, pausing now and then to swipe her whole luscious valley.

Even at this stage of sexual events, I was still consumed with the notion that what I was seeing was real. I hadn’t paid anybody to watch these two beautiful women next door. I was spying on them but didn’t feel I was doing anything wrong. The blonde woman had very deliberately opened her bedroom drapes, after all. Others in this same condo building might be watching the exact same scene.

The blonde must’ve been savoring that rim job. She swayed, gold locks trailing back and forth across the carpet. Then her head raised at a sharp angle, and I saw her mouth go wide, eyes scrunched shut. I could almost feel her orgasm rippling over my own flesh. I was yanking my dick, my meat burning in my fist. But again I held off.

When she led the redhead to the bed, then stepped out of view, I thought the show might be over. Just as I released a disapproving whimper, the blonde returned, and when I saw what she’d outfitted herself with, my eyes nearly popped.

She sported a wicked black strap-on dildo. Still wearing the black high heels, she sashayed toward the bed where her companion hastily spread her trim legs. It wasn’t the blonde’s first time in the rig, I was sure. She almost looked “natural” with the plastic cock attached to her by black straps. Her grin was part sensual, part feral.

The redhead lifted her knees, and the blonde climbed onto her and rammed the black rod home. The freckled female thrashed on the silk sheets. The blonde fucked her like she knew what she was doing. Even with two panes of glass and a driveway separating us, I noted the skill, the speed and power of her hips as she drove her cock into her lover. Underneath her, the paler woman was writhing madly. I focused on her face as it contorted with ecstasy while she appeared to climax.

It was time for me to shoot my wad. I didn’t think Roberto would object to anything I was doing in his home. After all, he had shared his secret with me for a reason, and besides, I would clean up after myself. I pumped my staff, desperate to alleviate the achy need.

But I froze in mid-jerk as the woman, pulling out of the redhead’s pussy, indicated she wasn’t done with tonight’s proceedings. With authoritatively efficient movements, she rolled the slimmer woman over, arranged her on her knees and knelt behind her upraised ass.

Every nerve in me was lit up and straining as I watched the goddess lube up and then penetrate the woman’s offered asshole with her black cock. She went in inch by inch, giving the other the chance to acclimate. Red hair spilled over a face awash in sexual delirium.

Eventually, that dildo was buried to the hilt, no doubt stretching out the woman’s tender channel. The blonde’s lips moved again; this time I read the words: Is it okay? The redhead nodded furiously.

At that signal, the blonde proceeded to fuck her ass silly. It was mind-blowing. I was seeing this in real time. Though I was completely removed from the scene, I felt a part of what was happening. I imagined my cock in the woman’s ass. I smelled the sharp carnal scents in the room.

When the blonde started landing semi-playful slaps on the woman’s pale ass, I heard my own hoarse voice growling, “Take my cock in your asshole! Bury me to my balls in your tight hole!”

The red-haired woman writhed again, and the blonde woman spanked her and threw back her head in a soundless howl. At that moment, every synapse seemed to fire in my brain’s pleasure center, and my whole being erupted in a furious, fantastic climax. I spurted the beginning of a massive load, and my come continued to erupt. My bliss was explosive and delirious, far more intense than it should have been considering I was, in the end, just jerking off.

But what I had seen in secret had transformed the experience. I had never known it was so good to watch. As I sat there panting and dizzy, I only hoped that Roberto would need me to stop in and feed his cat as often as possible.