XXXII
I may have imagined my upstairs neighbor in many physical combinations as I pictured her panting on the balcony; yes, as a "her" most of the time. Her voice seemed so close sometimes that I believed she went out on the balcony, into the fresh air, to play with herself. She surely wanted to be heard. Yes, all my scenarios ended with her being a girl like me, and I picture her standing on the balcony edge one hand on her cock and the other grabbing one of her breasts and pumping herself on a very wet shaft, often furiously, until she came sprinkling her semen on the grass of my yard. As if she was dedicating it to me in a ritual scene: enriching the earth, sending me fertile vibes. Since she did not know me, or so I thought, it was more of a general ritual just to spread her seed. What a kink. That was one heck of a dream. I was feeling somewhat adored and wanted exactly for what I had become, a very feminine person with a cock. Now, incredibly, I witnessed that the jerking off on the balcony was quite real. I could hear her panting often, as she was getting very close to come, and finally coming with a muffled sound. But where did that semen go? A short trek to glue her hand? A discrete flight to stain the rails of the balcony? Some dripping to pinpoint the floor? Or, yeah, some flew farther and rained on the yard.
This one day my neighbor was a bit louder, as she was closer to come, I imagined. I was naked out on my porch doing some early Yoga in the coldish air of a spring morning. I had heard her step out on the balcony a little earlier, and then I started hearing her noises. My very soft music was on, I stopped moving, resting in Hare pose, and listened. After a while her panting was getting to me as I slowly was heating up in arousal and my cock was getting harder by the second. I needed to peek at her. So I crawled to the very edge of the porch and I looked up to see her toes protruding from the edge of her balcony. She was resting most of her body on the rail and then in one thrust of her hips I had a glimpse at the tip of her cock gloved by her hand. I could also see some floating hair and the tip of her nose. I was getting extremely horny. I wanted to be part of this. I wanted to come. I moved my mat to the edge and laid on my back so that I could face the balcony roof and keep peeking. I made sure my ponytail was out of sight. And soon enough I was imitating her only on my back: pumping my cock and grabbing one breast with the index finger enticing my nipple. I did not close my eyes: I imagined a glass floor above me so that I could see her whole body beyond her stamped feet on the floor: her nice round ass, the tips of the breasts, and the intensity of the body movement, its shaking, as she was getting closer to her explosion. Oh my god! How I longed to give her the same. Yes, I was going to give her my semen too. She was surely getting close and I was hoping to follow her. You can imagine how exciting it felt when I saw, as if in slow motion, weird and hot, the sprinkling semen landed on the grass and that I actually wanted some of it to land on me, somewhat sad to see tiny bits land on the grass blades. Oh, but then I came sprinkling myself with my hot semen, on my breasts and neck, not able to reach the ceiling, not powerful enough to join her semen on the grass. I guess we softly panted down together as we relaxed after our play. I wonder if she knew I was adoring her from under her feet.