Spring had finally peaked. I lay in bed with the windows open and the blinds cracked, listening to the birds in the apartment courtyard and the wind moving through the trees. That particular evening was calmer than most. Very little outside activity, and little noise. Then a metal door swung open across the walkway. It was Scarlet, she lived on the second floor just across from my bedroom window. We had spoken only a couple of times, briefly, at the mailbox. She had an evening routine: water the plants, then stand and watch the hummingbirds dart in for a drink.

Scarlet lived alone, as far as I could tell. Her long curly hair was sometimes loose around her shoulders, sometimes pulled back. She seemed always to be softly smiling at something. A free spirit—she loved to sit outside and let the sun and the air work on her. Sometimes she would come out in a loose shirt, no bra, and stand there in the light as though she had no care in the world.

Something about the way the evening sun caught her figure. My heart suddenly increasing in rhythm. I shifted toward the window and parted the blinds a little wider. She was in a loose cream top and gym shorts, barefoot on the wooden slats of her porch and hair pulled up. She worked her way along the railing with a pair of scissors snipping flowers. When she moved, her shirt moved with her. When she turned and bent to pick up the watering can my eyes focus on her beautiful round ass. What I would give to be behind her right now slipping those shorts off.

My shorts grow tight as I harden, my cock tracing a line up my thigh to my waistband. She returns to her flowers, stretching to reach the highest ones, her shirt riding up with each movement. From where I stand, I catch the curve of her breasts, glimpses of her soft sun-kissed skin revealed with every stretch. Now fighting the urge to touch myself.

I shifted against the wall and blinds to get a better angle. She was watering her last plant when she glanced down and caught me. I went still. She held my gaze for a few seconds. She didn’t seem startled or offended If anything, she seemed pleased. She looked away, finished watering, then bent back down slowly to set the watering can back in its place. This time was different, This time with intention knowing I was watching. I opened my blinds a little wider. She turned, glanced at me one more time, and walked back inside, leaving her door open.

I stayed, waiting for her to reappear. Seconds ticked by, and my mind filled with the curve of her breasts beneath her shirt, the imagine of her thighs hidden by those shorts. My left hand drifted to my waistband, fingers dipping beneath it, while my right held open the blinds. I eased my shorts down , exposing my shaft warmed by pulsing blood. I took myself in hand, tracing the lines and ridges of my cock. “Will she come back?” I wondered, keeping a playful touch.

Just then, two hummingbirds darted playfully to the feeder. In the doorway stood her hair draped down around her neck. This time a silk robe loosely tied, revealing tantalizing glimpses of skin. She stepped back out onto the porch, her eyes fixed on the tiny birds drinking their sweet nectar. My mind wondering what she might taste like herself. Leaning over the rail, the slit in her robe parted to reveal a teasing flash of thigh, her breasts pressing softly against the sheer fabric showing the detail of bare nipples ready to be seen. My hand tightened its grip, muscles pulsing as I teased myself. My voyueristic eyes locked with hers in lust.

She backs away still, gripping the rail, and begins to sway gently, her robe parting slightly as she moves. My eyes are drawn to the curve of her thigh, the hint of what lies beneath. I'm eager for a glimpse. Her eyes lock onto mine. My chest intensifies as I start to breathe deeper. She closes her robe, leans over the rail, and gestures towards me. I blink, uncertain. Then, slowly, I pull the blinds back so she can see. My heart pounds as I grasp myself, a steady pumping. The thrill of this public exhibition sends blood rushing through my body.

A smile on her lips as she approached her outdoor chair, dragging it closer to the railing. She leaned forward, pausing before she sat to let her shirt gape open, flashing her lovely breasts and pale pink nipples. God, I thought, she's incredible. My blinds were now fully open to her line of sight. I leaned back on the bed, running my hands up my thighs, tracing the length of my cock. I touched myself lightly, putting on a show as she gazed on. She crossed her legs, taking her seat as I explored my body for her enjoyment.

My eyes moved from her eyes to her legs. She smiled again, shifting her leg so that it brushed against her robe, the fabric cascading between her thighs. Her hands now tracing her body, gliding over the silk material shielding her. Her Head tilted back, as she begins touching. Her right hand ventured lower, pressing the silk against her clit. I cock pulsing in response, captivated. She lifted one leg up onto the rail, spreading the other wide, straddling the barrier. Her pussy now exposed and gleaming in the light, revealed the wetness of her arousal.

She locks eyes again with an intent stare, sliding two fingers into her mouth. Slowly, she draws them out, tracing a line down her sternum between her breast and continuing down the contour of her body. She strokes herself, legs shifting in response. I watch intently, my hand moving faster along my shift. She slides those same two fingers against her clit entering her pussy slowly. Her head rolling back in pleasure as she pushes them deeper, then withdraws. I pause to tap the tip of my cock with intent smacks , the sting heightening every sensation. Resuming my rhythm, I lie back on the bed. Her gaze returning to me. She withdraws her fingers, rubbing the top of her clit in quick circles. Her robe slips open, exposing the full curve of her naked skin. Breasts and nipples exposed to the natural air her body moving back and forth with her movements. Growing more intense as she increases speed and pressure. I can almost hear her soft moans. A gasp escapes her lips as she shudders and releases onto her chair. I tighten my grip, heart pounding. “God, this is intense,” I thought. My strokes quicken under her watchful eye. Head thrown back, spine arched, I can feel my climax building. A final tug at the base sends me over the edge. I let out a moan as my body begins to pulsate as I cum.

I breathe deep and look back at her. She's leaning in the doorway now, her figure hidden under her clothes, a quiet smile of accomplishment on her face. My body still vibrating with excitement as I push myself up. I cross to the window to close the blinds, and she gives me a small wink before turning and disappearing back inside, pulling the door shut behind her. I draw the blinds and head to the shower, wondering how many hummingbirds we might see tomorrow.