The Neighbor Used Me to Spy on a Married MILF

The first time Nora rang my doorbell, it was close to eleven at night. I was already about to shower, wearing an old T-shirt and short shorts, when I saw her through the peephole: red lips, a beige blouse tucked into tight black pants, and the face of a woman who hadn’t come to ask for sugar.

“Sorry about the hour,” she said as soon as I opened the door. “I need a weird favor, and I’d rather ask you.”

We had lived in the same building for months. We crossed paths in the elevator, the parking lot, or the lobby. I knew she was married, around forty, and had a way of looking you up and down far too calmly without quite pretending otherwise.

“Depends how weird,” I replied, leaning against the doorframe.

Nora smiled with one corner of her mouth. “I want you to come up to my apartment and tell me if I’m crazy.”

I followed her up the stairs instead of taking the elevator. She walked ahead of me, moving her hips with a confidence that forced me to keep my eyes fixed on her ass. She wasn’t a girl, nor did she try to look like one. She was a mature woman, with a firm body, full thighs, and a straight back, and I had spent far too long imagining what she would look like naked.

Her apartment was just like mine, but more elegant. Dim light, a diffuser running, two wineglasses on the kitchen counter, and the living-room curtains barely drawn.

“Come on,” she said quietly, as if we really were about to do something serious.

She led me to the window. In the building across the way, on a floor a little higher up, an illuminated living room and part of a bedroom were visible. The distance wasn’t enormous. It was enough to turn off the light and move close to the glass to make out fairly well what was happening.

“The couple in 8B,” Nora murmured beside me. “They’ve been leaving the curtains like that for weeks. At first I thought they were careless. Now I think they like being watched.”

She switched off the living-room lamp. We were left almost in darkness, with the blue and golden glow of the street coming through the window.

“And you called me to find out?” I asked.

“I called you because I’ve seen you watching. ”She turned her face slightly toward me.“And because I watch too.”

I felt an immediate heat between my legs. Not only because of what she said, but because of her tone. Direct. Warm. Without pretending innocence.

She appeared first in the opposite window: a short-haired blonde in a light robe, with long legs. A man in an unbuttoned shirt came in behind her. They didn’t take long to start touching each other, as if they knew someone might be watching and that was part of the game.

Nora let out the slightest sigh. I heard it more than saw it.

“I told you I wasn’t crazy.”

We stood there for several minutes without speaking. Across the way, the woman dropped onto the sofa while the man knelt between her legs. From where we stood, we couldn’t see everything clearly, but we could see enough to understand what he was doing. Her robe opened, and one of her legs rose onto the backrest. The movement of his head was unmistakable, insistent, wet even though the glass stole the sound from us.

“Fuck,” I whispered.

“Yeah,” Nora answered, and her arm deliberately brushed mine. “Fuck.”

That brush was worse than the scene across the way. It raised gooseflesh on my skin. I didn’t move away. Neither did she.

“Your husband isn’t here?” I asked just to ask something, because I needed to break the tension before it became unbearable.

“Business trip. He comes back tomorrow.” She took a sip of wine without taking her eyes off the window. “I’m alone tonight.”

The sentence hung between us with an all-too-obvious intention.

The woman in the opposite building arched over the sofa. The man climbed up after her, and they began kissing with that urgency you can see even from a distance. She tugged at his shirt and he took it off. Then they disappeared from view for a moment.

Nora clicked her tongue in frustration. “Oh, come on.”

I laughed softly. “You were already getting excited.”

“Weren’t you?”

I turned my face to answer her and found her mouth inches away. I don’t know whether it was calculated or simply happened, but that second was enough to end the pretense of innocent spying.

“Yes,” I admitted. “I was too.”

Nora kissed me without preamble. Her hand closed around the back of my neck, and her mouth came in firm, hot, hungry with pent-up desire. It wasn’t a timid kiss between curious neighbors. It was the kiss of a determined woman, the kind who already knows what she wants and doesn’t ask permission twice.

I answered just as forcefully. I bit her lip. I slipped a hand beneath her blouse and felt the warm skin of her waist, then the edge of her bra, then a full, heavy breast that fit perfectly in my palm.

Nora moaned against my mouth. “Don’t make me wait.”

I squeezed her over the bra and she moaned again, dirtier this time, less restrained. My other hand dropped to her ass. Her pants were so tight that I had to grab her hard to really feel her.

“So this is why you brought me upstairs,” I murmured.

“I brought you up because I’ve been imagining you here for weeks,” she said, and sucked my lower lip. “Watching with me. Touching me. Or better yet, making me stop caring about watching anyone else.”

She set me on fire. I pushed her against the windowpane. The contrast between the cold glass and her hot body aroused me even more. I lifted her blouse to her ribs and pulled down her bra. Her breasts fell free, round and mature, with dark nipples already hard.

I kissed them without gentleness. First one, then the other. Licking, sucking, squeezing the one my free hand held. Nora spread her legs wider and braced one hand against the glass.

“Fuck... yes...” she panted.

I glanced back toward the opposite window almost by reflex. The couple had reappeared, now standing near the sofa. She was bent forward, her hands on the backrest, and he was behind her. The scene hit me straight in the pussy.

Nora followed my gaze and gave a hoarse laugh. “Watch them if you want. But don’t stop touching me.”

I slid my hand inside her pants. Beneath them she wore a tiny thong, soaked in the middle. I ran my fingers over it and she jerked.

“Fuck, Nora... you’re a complete mess.”

“I’ve been like this since before you arrived,” she admitted.

I pushed the thong aside and found her open pussy, hot and truly wet—not in a pretty sense, but in a real one: slick, eager, asking for fingers. I pushed two inside without warning, and Nora planted her forehead against the glass so she wouldn’t scream.

“So this was the favor you wanted, wasn’t it?” I whispered in her ear as I moved in and out slowly. “For me to come upstairs, watch, and end up fingering you.”

“Yes,” she panted. “Yes, goddamn it. Harder.”

I sped up. Her pussy swallowed my fingers easily. With my other hand I grabbed a nipple and pulled it. Nora began moving against my hand without shame, rubbing herself, letting me fuck her with my fingers while she watched the building across the way.

“Does it turn you on that someone might see us?” I asked.

“All of this turns me on,” she answered in a broken voice. “Seeing you. Feeling you. Thinking that if someone looks up right now, they’ll find us here.”

The thought made my pulse beat harder. I pulled my fingers out and brought them to my mouth. She tasted intense, salty, hot. Nora watched me do it and her knees nearly buckled.

“Don’t tease me like that if you’re not going to go down,” she said.

I smiled. I knelt in front of her and pulled her pants and thong down to her thighs. Her legs trembled slightly. She had a beautiful pussy, swollen and genuinely wet, with a clean, animal scent that hit me full in the face.

I spread her legs wider with my hands and buried my face between her thighs. My first lick was long, from underneath all the way to her clitoris. Nora let out a moan so loud that I had to raise a hand and cover her mouth.

“Keep your voice down,” I murmured without stopping my licking. “Or maybe don’t. Maybe you want them to hear you.”

She answered with a muffled pant against my palm. I sucked her clitoris slowly, then with more pressure. I pushed two fingers inside her again and worked her that way, mouth and hand at the same time, feeling her open wider and wider.

Her body began to tremble for real. She thrust her hips toward my face without any shame. She grabbed my hair and pulled, not to push me away but to bury me deeper.

“Don’t stop... don’t stop... I’m going to come.”

I sucked her clitoris hard and curled my fingers inside her, searching for that rough spot that made her moan like a restrained bitch. She came with her legs tense, squeezing my face, wetting my mouth and fingers as she breathed in short, jerking bursts.

I didn’t pull away until she stopped trembling. Then I stood up slowly. Her breathing was ragged, and her eyes were half closed behind the glow of arousal.

“Your turn,” she said, grabbing me by the waist.

She kissed me with the taste of herself on her tongue. Then she turned me around and bent me over the sofa, facing the window. She yanked down my shorts and underwear. I was naked from the waist down, exposed, my ass raised and my wet pussy open to the air.

“You’re so fucking delicious,” she murmured behind me. “And to think you used to pass me in the elevator as if I didn’t imagine you like this.”

She spread my cheeks and made an approving sound. Then I felt her fingers parting my lips, touching my entrance, barely playing with my clitoris. My whole body shuddered.

“Don’t play,” I begged.

“After all that watching, now you can wait a little.”

But she couldn’t wait. She pushed two fingers all the way inside me and began fucking me with an expert rhythm, firm and without hesitation. At the same time she reached around my torso to pinch one of my nipples through my T-shirt.

“Fuck...” escaped me.

“That’s it, tell me. ”She added a third finger.“I want to hear what you sound like when you’re fucked properly.”

I heard her spit on her fingers before moving them lower. The first touch against my ass made me tense.

“Relax,” she murmured. “Just one finger.”

She slid it slowly into my anus while continuing to push the others into my pussy. The combination left me breathless. I gripped the back of the sofa and spread my legs wider by pure instinct.

“That’s it, neighbor,” she said, amused by my reaction. “That’s what I wanted to see.”

She worked me like that for a while, alternating pressure, pushing in and pulling out, until she had me moaning, unable to think about anything else. I glanced at the opposite window and saw movement again: the blonde was now on top of the man, riding him while facing us, or at least facing our direction.

“Nora...” I panted. “I need to come.”

“You’re going to come on my face.”

She turned me over without letting go and sat me on the edge of the sofa. She knelt between my legs, pulled my clothes aside, and slipped beneath my T-shirt as if she wanted to devour me whole. Her tongue was more precise than mine, even crueler. She found my swollen clitoris and punished it with short, fast licks while two fingers opened me from within.

It didn’t take long at all. I was carrying too much tension. I grabbed her head and came trembling, my back arched and a moan barely bitten back. Nora kept licking throughout the orgasm, without mercy, until she left me shaking and limp.

“Fuck,” I said when I could finally breathe. “Fuck, you’re something else.”

She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and smiled. “I’m not finished yet.”

She pulled her blouse over her head, then took off her pants. She was left wearing only a black garter belt and dark stockings I hadn’t seen before, as if she had dressed for this scene before she ever called me. She had nothing underneath.

“Come to the bedroom,” she ordered.

Her bedroom was lit only faintly by the bedside lamp. There was a large mirror on the dresser and a small leather case on top of it. She opened it in front of me. Inside were a harness and two dildos. One medium-sized. The other thicker.

I raised my eyebrows at her. “Well, well.”

“Don’t make that face.” She came closer. “Tell me you haven’t masturbated thinking about something like this.”

I didn’t lie. “I have.”

Nora kissed me again, slowly this time, while she put on the harness with exciting naturalness. Watching a mature woman dress to fuck you had nothing tender or romantic about it. There was something brutally erotic about it. She knew what she was doing. She knew how she wanted to do it. And I wanted her to use me that way.

She chose the medium-sized one, adjusted it, and made me lie on my back. She spread my legs and ran two fingers over my pussy, gathering how wet I was.

“Look at you,” she said, showing me her glistening fingers. “You didn’t need much convincing.”

She sucked them before settling between my thighs. She brushed the tip of the harness against my entrance, and I raised my hips to seek it.

“Desperate.”

“Fuck me already.”

That made her smile. She entered slowly at first, letting me feel the thickness inch by inch. I gripped the sheets. When she was completely inside, she stayed still for a second so she could see my face.

“Like that?”

“More.”

Then she really began. She pulled out almost all the way and drove back in with a hard, steady thrust, stronger each time. The mattress hit the wall. I spread my legs wider and took every thrust with a different moan. Nora leaned over me, one hand around my throat without quite squeezing, the other playing with my nipple.

“Look at me,” she ordered.

I looked at her. Her hair was slightly tousled, her lips swollen, and she wore the focused expression of someone who enjoyed making you lose your mind.

“This is how I wanted you,” she said. “Open. Moaning. Dripping on my bed.”

I came a little just from hearing her. Or at least I felt the deep contraction that announced what was coming. She noticed and lowered her hand to my clitoris. She began rubbing me in time with her thrusts.

“No, no, wait...” I stammered, because it was too much.

“I’m not waiting for shit.”

She increased her pace. She fucked me hard, without tenderness, while rubbing my clitoris in precise circles. The orgasm rose brutally from my belly to my throat. I came with a broken moan, squeezing her inside me while she continued thrusting through the entire convulsion.

Nora pulled out only when I stopped trembling. She immediately turned me onto my stomach, put me on my knees, and spread my cheeks with both hands.

“I still want to see you like this.”

She spat on my buttocks and ran two fingers over my anus, massaging slowly. With her other hand she pushed the harness into my pussy again. The position made it go deeper. I let out a low moan, almost a growl.

“That’s it,” she said behind me. “Your body takes it so well.”

She fucked me like that for quite a while, holding me by the waist, sometimes by the hair, sometimes by the ass. I heard the wet slap of every thrust and my own moans echoing around the room. She was breathing harder too. Although I didn’t feel the harness like I would a man, I felt her body over mine, the control, the weight, the rhythm, and it drove me crazy.

She pushed a finger into my ass at the same time and I nearly fell apart.

“Nora... goddamn...”

“Say it properly.”

“I can’t take any more.”

“Of course you can.”

She grabbed the back of my neck, gentle but firm, and kept fucking me until she tore another orgasm out of me, dirtier and less elegant, with spit in my mouth and my legs about to give way. I came, leaning back against her, trembling on the mattress.

This time she stopped with me. She removed the harness, set it aside, and lay on her back, completely naked, her pussy glistening and open. “Now, if you want to show off, go ahead.”

She didn’t need to repeat herself. I positioned myself over her face backward, lowering my pussy onto her mouth, and slid down toward her pelvis. I spread her legs and began licking her while she licked me at the same time. The position was awkward and obscene, which was exactly why it was so arousing. Two mature, horny women devouring each other without delicacy in the middle of the night, after spying on some neighbors like a pair of hopeless voyeurs.

Nora ate hungrily. She sucked my clitoris and licked me all over while I buried my tongue in her pussy, pushing it in and pulling it out as I felt her get wet again. I put in two fingers, then three. She writhed beneath me.

“There... yes... don’t stop...”

I kept going. I sucked her clitoris hard. She answered by gently nibbling me, and that made me tremble. We came almost together, first her with a deep moan I felt against my thighs, then me a second later, completely undone over her mouth.

I collapsed beside her, panting. For a while neither of us spoke. The only sounds were the city filtering through the half-open window and our breathing trying to return to normal.

“I suppose we’ve confirmed you weren’t crazy,” I said at last.

Nora gave a tired laugh. “No. But you are pretty perverted.”

I turned my head toward her. “So am I.”

“I already knew that.”

After a few minutes we got up and returned to the living room naked, unhurried. The window in the building across the way was still lit, but no one was visible anymore. The empty sofa, the half-drawn curtains, a glass on the table. As if the show had ended.

Nora handed me my underwear and watched me get half dressed. Not tenderly, but with the quiet satisfaction of someone who had finally fulfilled a carefully planned fantasy.

“Next time,” she said, “we don’t need to use the neighbors as an excuse.”

I pulled up my shorts and smiled. “There’s going to be a next time?”

She came closer, adjusted my T-shirt with her hands, and gave me a short, direct kiss. “You live one floor below. It would be a waste if there wasn’t.”

When I opened the door to my apartment, my legs were still weak and my pussy sensitive. Before closing it, I looked up toward Nora’s floor and saw through the stairwell opening that she was still awake, leaning on the railing, watching me go down.

I held her gaze.

Now I knew two things about my married neighbor: she liked to spy, and when she finally stopped watching and started touching, she did it damn well.