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last night after watching him.
    The hour finally approached ten, so he turned off the television and climbed the stairs. Once in his bedroom, he kept the lights off and wondered if she could see him. The moonlight tonight didn’t seem as invasive. Then again, if she hadn’t opened her curtains, his show wouldn’t matter, would it?
    Walking to his open window for a better view, he looked across the way and saw hers open as well.
    Perfect.
    With a grin, he called out softly, “You there?”
    Silence, then a whispered, “Yeah.”
    “Can you see me?” He stepped back, secure in the fact that the closeness of the houses and height and angle of his window made the show only visible via her bedroom. Despite acting like a sexual adventurer, Brad liked to keep his liaisons between himself and his partner, not the entire neighborhood. “Genevieve?”
    “Y-yeah. I see you.” She sounded nervous.
    “Ready for your show?” he asked, feeling dirty and loving it. “You prepared to pay?”
    “ What? Pay?”
    “Come on, sweetness. Tit for tat.” He grinned. “I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.”
    “No way.”
    “Maybe you need a little incentive?” He drew his shorts down, exposing his thick shaft. He dropped the shorts to the ground and stepped out of them. Then he took himself in hand and pumped. Knowing she watched made him so fucking hard. “How about a little cream to get you going?”
    “More like a lot from what I saw last night,” she said, clearly audible in the quiet of night.
    “That’s right. A lot. All for you.” He palmed his balls, rubbing them with one hand while yanking on his cock with the other. The added stimulation of her gaze made it difficult to slow down. “Faster?”
    “Yeah. I want to see.” She liked watching.
    Beautiful and kinky and a redhead to boot. Oh yeah. He groaned and deliberately released his cock, letting it jut out from his body in a gentle bob. He ran his hand up his belly, pinching his nipples and petting himself before sliding back down to grab his shaft. Then he put more pressure under his cockhead, rubbing faster, harder.
    He heard her soft moan, triggering a shudder and the dark coil of impending orgasm at the base of his balls. “Oh yeah. Fuck yeah,” he whispered and thrust into his palm. He’d come for her, a huge mess of seed offered to please the woman he intended to take to bed very soon.
    “More,” she said from across the way.
    He delivered. He jerked himself faster, nearing the pinnacle of his release then imagined her on her knees, blowing him, and he came like a geyser. He exploded, jets of cum falling over his hand to the floor. He milked himself dry, shuddering as he felt the ecstasy of release cascade through his entire body. More than anything he wanted to go next door and do that all over again, this time inside her. Would she be receptive?
    “That’s a good night.” He wiped his hand on his belly then left the bedroom to clean himself up. He returned to his room to see her window closed, the room dark. “Coward,” he said loudly.
    He received no response and, after cleaning the floor, settled into bed into a dreamless sleep.
    The next morning he woke feeling refreshed, ready to greet the day by visiting his favorite voyeur. After dressing in shorts and a T-shirt, he threw on some running shoes and jogged next door. Half an hour early, but he wanted to arrive before the others.
    He knocked and waited.
    After a moment, she answered wearing shorts and a raggedy T-shirt that ruined him for the Ravens for sure. Her breasts clearly outlined in the soft cotton, black bird wings covering each mound, made him itch to cup her. No woman should look this grumpy and good before coffee.
    She glared at him, her green eyes cloudy, her hair pulled back into a shiny ponytail. “Because of you I got no sleep.”
    “Oh?” He stepped past her when she moved back to allow him entry.
    The smell of coffee and sweet rolls filled him with a gnawing hunger,