The Old Neighbor Who Spied on Me in the Shower

It took me a couple of days to admit it, but eventually I stopped obsessing over whether Don Faustino had seen me naked. What really kept me awake was something else: whether he had also seen me with Diego. That was no matter of luck or brushing it off. My husband, on the other hand, took the whole thing with a calmness that drove me crazy.

For anyone who doesn’t know me, my name is Carla. I’m thirty-four years old, five foot four, and, as bad as it may sound for me to say it, I know people look at me on the beach. Big tits that still hold themselves up, a round, pert ass, and a pussy shaved almost bare because Rubén likes to see it perfectly smooth when he spreads my legs. That summer I was still hurt over Diego. I hadn’t been at all happy to find out he was seeing someone else, much less that he’d fucked her after having been buried in my pussy that very same afternoon. As if my pussy wasn’t enough.

On Wednesday afternoon Rubén arrived saying he’d arranged to meet Diego on Friday. Out of pride, I told him I didn’t feel like it, that I’d rather go out with the group. It bothered him more than it bothered me, even though lately I was the one complaining that I never saw Diego, that I didn’t have his cock inside me a couple of times a week. But everything was still too recent.

Just then, a trip to the beach apartment came up. My parents had been called because the upstairs neighbor had had a breakdown and caused a leak in their ceiling. My mother, my aunt, and I arranged to go on Thursday morning, at the same time as the insurance assessor, and stay until Tuesday.

While I was packing, Rubén appeared with a tiny bikini and the dress Diego had given me for the vacation.

—How am I supposed to take these with my mother and aunt there? —I asked.

—So the neighbors will finally get worked up. They’re dying to stick their cocks in you.

There he goes with the neighbors again. He’s obsessed.

—You can tell from a mile away that bikini is a slut’s —I protested.

—Well, that’s what you are, a cock-teasing slut —he replied, laughing—. And I like you that way, with your wet pussy showing through the fabric.

Rubén got turned on by showing me off. He liked imagining other people’s eyes on my body, talking to me about it, filming me while he fucked me, and whispering in my ear about what a slut I was. The dress was the same: the neckline opened when I bent over, and the back was bare down to the top of my ass. I put both garments in the suitcase without really knowing why.

***

We arrived at the apartment around noon. The stain on the ceiling was substantial, and some things had gotten wet. My mother and aunt immediately went upstairs to greet the neighbor, while I stayed behind calling Rubén to tell him we’d arrived safely.

—Why don’t you go upstairs too? —he teased—. He’d be so happy to see you, I bet he’d get hard right away.

According to him, both old men in the building were after me. The man upstairs was seventy-two; Don Faustino, the one on our landing, was seventy-six. A short man, barely taller than me, stocky and potbellied, with enormous hands and thick fingers as fat as sausages. Sometimes I imagined him putting those big fingers inside my pussy all at once, and a nervous laugh would escape me. On the beach he looked like an old teddy bear squeezed into a swimsuit that was too big for him, although it showed a respectable bulge between his legs for a man his age. We’d known each other for fifteen years, and he kept a key to my parents’ apartment for emergencies.

—They flirt because they’ve known us all our lives —I told him—. That doesn’t mean they want to fuck me.

—Sure. Enjoy your weekend, slut. I’ll stay home jerking off to the videos of what a filthy woman my wife is.

I hung up with that sentence circling in my head. We went out to dinner because my mother refused to cook during those days, and while we were at it, we made a reservation at a restaurant we liked for Friday.

***

The next morning I went down to the beach alone while they tidied up the apartment. It was a beautiful day. I put on the bikini—not the slutty one, a more modest one—a cover-up, and left my towel near some neighbors so they could keep an eye on my things. I rubbed on suntan lotion, put on my cap, and spent a good while turning over in the sun until I decided to go into the water.

When I came out, chatting with everyone, I noticed Don Faustino giving me an undisguised once-over. He didn’t miss a thing. He stared at my tits, at my nipples hardened by the cold water and visible through the wet fabric, then shamelessly lowered his gaze to the triangle of my bikini, plastered against my pussy from being so wet. And that was despite the fact that there were women on that beach in thongs, some topless, far more exposed than I was. But the old man had eyes only for my body; you could even see something moving down there beneath his swimsuit.

The phone rang. Rubén, of course.

—Are you alone? —he asked.

—With the neighbors from the landing. They just came down.

—Then Don Faustino must be having a field day. Since you’re such a filthy woman, I bet you show him your tits and get his cock hard.

—How could I go topless in front of half the building? —I laughed.

—That man has already seen right inside your pussy. He’s always smoking in his patio, and you never completely close the bathroom window when you shower.

—That’s a lie. I always close it.

But after hanging up, I found myself thinking about it. The panes in that window weren’t opaque: they were little white translucent panes, and with the light on, you could make things out. I only opened the window after finishing my shower, to let the steam out while I dried myself and tidied the bathroom. Naked, with my tits exposed and my freshly shaved pussy dripping water down my thighs. And every time I opened it, I could smell Don Faustino’s cigarette smoke rising from his patio.

Fuck. Rubén was right.

I counted the times I’d gone out to the laundry area wrapped in nothing but a towel, or the mornings when I left dirty clothes there with my hair still dripping and a drop sliding between my buttocks, and he was always there, leaning against the low wall, cigarette in hand, as if by coincidence. Fifteen years of making good use of his cigarettes, fifteen years of jerking off while watching my wet pussy through the glass. The old bastard had seen me naked a thousand times, and I’d never known.

***

We went upstairs to change before lunch, and I decided to test it. I finished my shower, opened the window all the way, and as soon as I smelled tobacco, I did what I always did: dried myself slowly, tidied the bathroom, walked naked from one side to the other. This time knowing he was watching me. I slowly ran the towel between my legs, spreading them slightly and rubbing it over my pussy lips far more slowly than necessary. I dried each tit separately, giving my nipples a little tug until they grew hard as rocks. I could feel my pussy getting wetter from knowing that some old bastard was devouring me with his eyes and probably jerking off down there with those huge hands and thick fingers. I didn’t turn my head toward the glass even once, but I felt his presence on the other side like heat at the nape of my neck, and a thick wetness between my thighs that wasn’t from the water.

It annoyed me terribly that Rubén had been right, but I wasn’t about to give him the satisfaction. And, if I was being honest, it annoyed me even more to discover that I wasn’t as outraged as I should have been. My nipples had hardened and my pussy had soaked through just thinking about the old man masturbating over me. When I went down to leave the clothes in the laundry area, with the towel knotted above my breasts and nothing underneath, Don Faustino was already leaning against his wall. I discreetly glanced at his pants and could have sworn there was a pronounced bulge that hadn’t been there before.

—I see you’re getting ready already —he said, barely lifting his eyes from my legs—. Your mother told me you’re going to the paella place.

—Yes, we made the reservation last night —I replied, trying not to let anything show. I bent over deliberately to put the clothes in the washing machine, knowing the towel would ride up in back and expose half my ass.

—Good for you. Enjoy these days; they fly by.

Just like you, you old bastard. You enjoy yourself too, and jerk off good while thinking about my ass.

***

That afternoon I took a nap and went back down to the beach alone. I didn’t know anyone there, so I took off my top to sunbathe. The breeze hardened my nipples, and I felt several eyes fixed on my tits, but I didn’t cover myself. After a while I turned over and pulled my bikini bottom between my buttocks as though it were a thong, leaving my entire ass bare and my crack clearly outlined. I was comfortable, uninhibited, with the sun warming my buttocks and my pussy pressed against the fabric, until my mother and aunt appeared and I had to hurry to cover myself.

—Good heavens, girl, what are you doing half-naked? —my mother scolded me—. Aren’t you ashamed? What if one of the neighbors sees you…

If you only knew, Mom. If you knew how many men have already come thinking about my pussy because of your son-in-law. How many hard cocks there are in this building because of me.

My aunt, who always came to my rescue, played it down:

—Leave her be. Don’t be so old-fashioned. Half the beach is dressed the same way.

The three of us went swimming and went upstairs to shower before dinner. I didn’t know what to do about Don Faustino. Another session? What really intrigued me was how he knew, from his patio, that the silhouette behind the glass was me and not my mother or aunt. In the end I repeated it: shower, window wide open, and a good while walking naked around the bathroom. This time I climbed onto the stool with my back to the glass, my legs slightly apart, and slowly spread moisturizer over my thighs, my ass, and my tits, squeezing them and pinching my nipples. I slipped a finger between my pussy lips as though I were moisturizing there too, and felt how soaked I was simply from imagining him watching. The smell of tobacco confirmed he was there, probably holding his old cock and working it with whatever he had left. But when I went out to the laundry area, the patio was empty.

***

On Saturday we went shopping at a large mall in the neighboring city. I bought several things, including a long dress with buttons down the front that showed a generous cleavage and tied at the neck, leaving my entire back bare down to the top of my ass. The neckline could be closed with a tie to make it more discreet in front of my mother.

We got back around seven, tired from walking around so much, and I told them I’d rather stay at the apartment and order something. I called Rubén to tell him about the dress.

—I bet it looks wicked on you for the old man —he blurted—. Be careful, grandpas can get you pregnant too, and if he sticks that old cock in you, he’ll fill your pussy with cum.

—Well, since he’s kind enough to give me suntan lotion, I’ll have to repay him with a good blowjob —I played along in a serious voice—. I owe it to him to suck it nicely.

That turned him on. He started calling me a whore, a slut, a filthy bitch, saying that with my mother there I was letting the neighbor feel me up, that I’d surely sucked his cock on the landing while they were napping, and that was why I hadn’t wanted Rubén to come. The more worked up he got on the other end of the phone, the more helplessly I giggled, and the wetter my pussy became from hearing him say such filthy things.

—I showed Diego the vacation videos —he said then—. The ones where he fucks you from behind and the ones where you suck his cock while looking at the camera. He can’t wait to see something new, and he can’t wait to fuck you again. He says he misses the way your pussy squeezes his cock.

—You showed him what? —My laughter stopped dead.

—You heard me. And I told him you brought the dress so the neighbors could enjoy your tits just like the old men at the hotel came watching them.

I was stunned. The fact that he’d told Diego about it, Diego of all people, after what had happened with the other woman, churned me up inside. But something else churned lower down, too: the thought of Diego right now with his cock hard, watching videos of me, remembering how I sucked him, how I spread my legs for him, how I begged him to fuck me harder. I hung up without denying anything about the neighbors, leaving him wondering and thinking about the best way to get even.

And then it came to me. It was easy, almost natural. I put on the new dress, leaving the neckline untied, with no bra, no panties, my shaved pussy bare beneath the fabric, and started making noise in the kitchen, leaving the window ajar. I waited, my heart racing and my nipples already hard and rubbing against the dress fabric, to hear the lighter click and the first smoke from Don Faustino’s cigarette rising from the patio.