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Directly across from my flat was another building that faced me, and in the flat that looked onto mine I noticed something I'd never seen before: a beautiful, well built, dark haired man was lifting free weights completely nude! I thought I was dreaming, but scurrying into my bedroom for my antique opera glasses, I rushed back to see if maybe it had been an illusion because I'd wished he were nude. Sure enough, opera glasses never lie - this studly devil was definitely au natural! His body was fucking perfect. He had rippled muscles everywhere. Broad, tapering shoulders, gorgeous pecs, a six-pack stomach and his prick was huge. His workout bench was facing the window, so I could see him in all his glory. I couldn't believe my good luck; this was certainly a damn fine way to unwind after a long day. There was something about the way he seemed to be looking intently in my direction that enhanced my sense of voyeurism. Whenever I looked into his eyes, he seemed to be staring right at me; his smooth, hairless skin was lightly glistening with sweat, which served to accentuate the contours of his fabulously chiselled frame; and sweet surrender, his cock was like a bloody third leg. Settling back in my chair, I began to rub my tingling pussy until I could feel the familiar flow of wetness that signalled my growing lust. I watched him as he seemed to complete his workout, or at least the weight training part; the rest of his session seemed to be just starting. He took a nearby towel and began to wipe the sweat from his body. Christ! he was so sexy he was making me crazy! My pussy was already aflame with desire as this vision of manly goodness was sending me wild. After drying himself thoroughly, he squeezed some lotion into his palms and began to apply it to every inch of his gorgeous body. The sheer unexpectedness of it all was an amazing turn on. I watched him with a growing sense of appreciation as he massaged himself all over. He still seemed to be looking directly into my flat and, by now, I felt like he deserved some reciprocation. I stood up in full view of him, took off my blouse and skirt and began a sexy, little dance that soon saw my bra and panties come off too. So now we were both starkers and paraded before one another like vendors hawking their goods. It was such a thrilling sensation to have a total stranger watch me get naked and that he was also naked only added to the sense of highly charged eroticism. By now I was back in my chair with my hands running all over my body. My breasts were enflamed with desire, my pussy gushing with lust. I picked up the opera glasses, and went in for another close look. I was just in time to see this gorgeous hunk slowly massaging his swollen balls, then take his beautiful cock in both hands and apply lotion to it in a slow, teasing way that made me want to scream. His hands worked the length of his shaft in patient, deliberate strokes, quickly bringing it to full erection. And bugger me if it wasn't deliciously long and thick. I had two fingers in my dripping snatch now, slowly working them in and out, matching the pace of his own fondling. Watching him handle his whopping joystick was such a bloody turn on, it wasn't long before I felt orgasmic sensations flowing through me like electricity. I imagined myself running my tongue up and down his big, beautiful cock, feeling it stiffen to my touch, growing even bigger until I took the head into my mouth and gently caressed it with my lips. I could almost feel his mouth on my breasts, gently biting my nipples until a delicious sensation of abandon rushed through me. His hands were travelling up and down my body, thrilling me with the delicacy of his touch, finding his way inside me with a gentle firmness that was heavenly. I had put down the opera glasses, as both my hands were now occupied with my frenzied stimulation. I could see that he was nearing his own orgasm, as he began stoking himself faster and faster, his hand like a blur on his prick. His face wore that pained expression that signified that a man's about to explode. I was rubbing my swollen clit now like there was no tomorrow, and could feel the intensity of my orgasm approaching like a tidal wave. I drew my knees to my chest, further exposing my steaming snatch, as I increased the pressure on my throbbing clit until it seemed to take over the whole of my body. I felt like a giant, pulsating clitoris, and began to shake all over with the intensity of my typhoon like orgasm. I swear to God it felt like it lasted for half an hour. I was completely submerged by the force of it. Wave after wave of intense pleasure was coursing through me like a bolts of lightning. I closed my eyes and imagined his massive cock ramming me like a whore, pushing me to the edge of consciousness. It seemed to go on forever, sending me into a near delirium of pleasure. I was shuddering uncontrollably at the sheer force of it. Slowly I opened my eyes in time to see him shoot a huge load of come onto his abdomen, his entire body was quivering as he drained his balls of jizz. He took his towel and cleaned himself, wiping off the gallon or so of spunk he'd released, then he rose, blew me a kiss, and turned off the lights so I could no longer see him. It was only then I noticed that about 20 or so other people were watching me from all over his building, obviously enjoying the show as much as we did. Taking a cue from my newfound flasher friend, I made sure to blow each and every one of them a kiss before turning off my own light that night. If you enjoyed this story you can hear Rose tell it herself by calling 0909 972 6721 (£1 per minute, see terms below). 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