I lived across the street from my manager and didn't have any curtains. [MFM]

In university I worked at a cafe in my neighborhood and was pleasantly surprised to find that most of my customers were extremely attractive, stylish young artists. They would flit in at all hours of the day, chat, flirt, maybe type away a little at their computers. My manager, Sarah, was a recently divorced woman in her early thirties who had curly hair, gorgeous legs, and deep brown eyes. What was sexiest about her, though, was just how charming she was. She would bat her eyes at customers while leaning across the bar, crack jokes, and generally make your shift fly by. She had looked at the address on my resume and informed me that she lived right across the street from me.

It wasn't long before I witnessed her get a very cute guy's phone number and the flood gates opened. We started talking about which customers we thought were hot, plotting to get their numbers, talking about our sex lives. "Call Me by Your Name," had just come out and I looked enough like Chalamet that I was cleaning up with the University girls. At the same time, I was growing more attracted to my manager as the months grew warmer and her clothes smaller.

One Day I walked into my shift and saw her in black Levi's shorts that showed off a plump, round ass I had somehow failed to notice before. When the morning rush passed, we fell into our usual banter, though I was feeling a bit feisty.

"I have a date tonight," I said.

"Yeah, with who," she asked.

"This girl I met in DSA. Embarrassing, I know, but she is really hot."

"Let me know how it goes."

I paused for a second. "What are you doing tonight," I asked.

"I was just going to stay in, I have been going out too much and just need to order some Chinese food and watch some TV."

I took a risk. "Well, you can look into my window and see for yourself if it went well or not." I felt my heart pounding, but that was normal given that I availed myself to an espresso every hour or so. Sarah just laughed, but I thought I caught a glint in her eye that was devious. We went about our shift as normal, said bye, and I went home and napped then got ready for my date.

My date that night had been Nour, a Syrian woman with a mane of hair, big glasses, and a thin, small torso, but wide hips and a bouncy, beautiful butt. Throughout the date we fell quickly into a dynamic of my playing up my ego, and her taking me down a peg. I told her she should come home with me, and she rolled her eyes and agreed. On the walk home I pretended to tie my shoe, or that I needed to light a cigarette, so I could watch her take a few steps in her leopard print leggings which she obviously knew would kill me. Why else would she wear them?

We get up to my apartment and I intentionally leave the lights on, in case Sarah decides to peek over, and, while I'm going down on Nour, I keep trying to glance out the window to see if Sarah is watching. Her apartment is dark and the glare from my lamp is making it hard to see. I bring nour expeditiously to an orgasm, after which she tells me, "You're good at that and you know you're good. That's annoying." I wipe her juices off my mouth and throw her a shit eating grin.

"If it's so annoying, I won't ever do it again," I said.

"Oh, shut the fuck up." She pulls me in and we start making out some more, though my throbbing cock pressed against her wouldn't let that go on for too long. She senses I'm getting impatient, and says to me "you know, I've always wanted to try face fucking." The combination of her cum on my mustache, those words, and the possibility that Sarah might be watching sent several drops leaking from my cock. I held her ungainly hair back and tapped the drops off onto her now open mouth. My bed ran parallel to the window, but I wanted Sarah to see me front-on, fucking this young girl's mouth if she looked over. I turned Nour so her back was to the window, and started in. After a few strokes she hit my chest.

"Sorry, no, I can't do that," she said. "I thought I would like it but maybe I can just blow you."

"Fine with me," I said. I held her hair back and beheld the double image of her ass reflected in the window and the possibility of a silhouette in Sarah's. I couldn't see clearly, but the thought of it…I wondered if it was a line we could ever come back from.

Eventually, I got sick of what was a lackluster blowjob, and decided that I wanted to hold onto Nour's gorgeous hips. I got a condom, and bent her over the windowsill and slowly slid in.

"Oh fuck, oh you feel so thick," Nour said. Though I was so turned on, I couldn't get ahead of myself. I wanted to put on a good show, and for a long time. I started with slow, deep strokes, making sure to push down on the thrust and pull up when I retracted, rolling my hips. I didn't just want Nour to feel every centimeter get explored, I wanted the exploration to be visible. I started talking all types of filth while I stroked slowly. Telling her how I know she's never been fucked this good, how boys our age can't eat pussy like me, how she'll be thinking of this every time she touches herself. A bunch of yeses just kept slipping out of her mouth, as if without agency. I kept one hand on her hip and reached the other around to rub her clit and picked the pace up. It wasn't long until her thighs started to shake and she squeezed her legs together, and the absolute pleasure of it, the ego of making a woman cum while another was potentially watching was almost too much for me. I started to fuck faster and faster, loving the sound of Nour's ass rebounding off my chest, and finally pulled out, took the condom off, and finished on her ass.

I wiped her off, kissed her goodnight, and went to go check my phone.

"You put on a good show ;)"