I can't sleep...I never could, and it's all her fault. Her window faces mine, and she's up late at night, but somehow she still chooses not to use her blinds. Maybe because she knows I'll watch her, but I doubt it. I sit on the edge of my bed each night, waiting for her light to come on, it's the only light I'll see in my room. It's the only night I need. She shows up, right on time...only she's not alone. Some guy, fit, cute...he knows what he wants as does she. No time is wasted, and the blinds remain open. Clothes become scarce, and all I can see is a tangled mass of flesh writhing together on the bed. She moans, loud enough for me to hear, loud enough for me to listen...and pretend that it's just for me. My cock is rock hard and is hot in my hand as I stroke faster and faster, trying to keep up with their rythem. He's quick, impatient...and it's over before I can finish myself off. I know she's dissapointed, just like I am. He probobly didn't even get her close. Poor bastard, doesn't know what he's doing. I continue despite this...watching as he gets up to go the bathroom. He's in their for quite some time, probobly taking a shower. Once the door closes she rises only to lay back down in the middle of the bed...facing the window. Her pussy is glistening wet, her legs spread wide just for me. She starts sliding her fingers in, finishing what the poor slob started. I stroke faster, watching as her fingers go deeper and deeper inside, coming out coated with her juices and shining in the light. She gets me hotter, my head leaning back with the pleasure...I know she feels it...I know she wants me... I wait for her...watching as she bites down hard on her bottom lip, burying her face in the pillow to hide her screams. The anonomous man in the shower unaware. We cum together...the closest we'll ever be... She'll never know...or she always has.