Good morning!!!

This is my first attempt to describe an incident that happened to me several years ago. I don't know what kind of writer I'll turn out to be, but I'll write it, and then it's up to you, my dear readers, to decide.

The described incident occurred in mid-autumn when it was still warm outside, but the utility workers, for reasons known only to them, had already turned on the heating. I suffered all night, unable to fall asleep. The apartment was both stuffy, hot, and cold from the open window at the same time. I would strip naked, then wrap myself in a blanket. After tossing and turning and tormenting myself all night, I finally decided to close the window.

I got up and went to the window. We lived on the first floor at the time. Outside, there was a dead Sunday silence, shrouded in a misty haze lit by the rays of the rising sun. In the sleepy courtyard, as I already wrote, there was no one except for a lone man who was staggering across the yard with a bottle of beer in his hand. Reaching our window, he stopped, looked around, and turning towards the window, approached the lilac bush. He didn't notice me, peeking out the window, or perhaps pretended not to notice. The man put the bottle on the ground and, unzipping his fly, took out his penis.

And a moment later, a powerful stream burst out of it. The man was peeing, no, even pissing under my window!

My first desire was to wake my husband and chase the man away, but I don't know, something stopped me.

The man relieved himself, pulling back the foreskin, fully exposing the pink glans, at the sight of which a thrilling warmth filled the lower part of my body.

Finishing urinating, he shook his penis and opened and closed the glans several times. I watched, holding the open casement window with one hand, which treacherously creaked. The man raised his eyes and stared at the naked me, observing him. Our eyes met. He was silent, and so was I. His attentive gaze lowered to my breasts, studied my swollen nipples, and instead of putting his penis away and leaving, he fully turned towards me. Now his penis became completely visible to me. The penis suddenly twitched and right before my eyes began to increase in size. The man smiled and, grasping his organ with his fingers, began moving his hand. The man was shamelessly jerking off in front of me. I blushed, I wanted to leave, but my legs wouldn't obey me. My eyes, those of a married woman, couldn't tear themselves away from the excited glans diving in the man's hand. Pleased that a naked woman was watching him, the man pulled out his balls. The man demonstratively played with his penis. He would thrust out his lower abdomen and shake his penis towards me, then, pulling his scrotum, he made the glans on his firm organ tensely swell even more. His penis wasn't big, it was average, but exactly the kind I like.

I watched and, unable to restrain myself, began to masturbate. My hand slid down and my fingers plunged into my boiling, juicy slit. It was amazing to watch the man jerking off and caress myself. I didn't notice how I myself began to play along with the man. My other hand began to stroke my breasts, pinch and twist my nipples on its own. The man noticed this and, pulling his testicles, jerked off more intensely. So much so that within a few seconds, splashes of thick semen burst from the excited glans. And, tracing a semicircle in the air, they landed as greasy spots on the strip of asphalt under my window. A wave of orgasm washed over me. I shuddered and a light moan escaped my lips. I was coming and it felt very pleasant that at that moment a complete stranger was watching me. We looked at each other. Then the man put his equipment away, picked up his beer bottle, and waving goodbye to me, walked on. I, after standing by the window for a while longer, went to bed with my husband and, strangely enough, fell asleep immediately.

In the morning, going out to the store, I didn't hesitate and, walking around the house, approached the window. Under the lilac bush, the dark trace of a puddle remained, and on the asphalt, spots of dried semen were visible. I bent down and stroked them with my finger.

It's a pity, but it never happened again!