She Will Be Watched: first encounter

The first time Danny noticed her, it was summer. It was hot outside, and (in his apartment at least) it was hot inside.

Danny was sitting at his desk, poring over a recent reel of photos, and drinking a tall glass of cold lemonade. Even though he had only just poured the lemonade, condensation was already forming along the outside of the glass and dripping down the side, an indication of the vast different in temperature between the ice cold drink and the hot air in the room.

In part due to the heat, and in part due to simply keeping his mind clear, Danny periodically stood from his desk, stretched his arms and back, closed his eyes, and aimed to clear his mind. Sometimes while stretching, he'd pace the side of his apartment, passing by the four large windows on the street side of his building.

He saw her across the way on the 3rd floor of The Barkley. His memory of her first appearance was simple. She talked on the phone, pacing her living room, pausing frequently at the window. She looked out at the street below, she observed the buildings across the street (which included Danny's building), she would get caught up in some action of a discussion on the sidewalk below or a bird fluttering by the window.

Danny admired what he saw as a shared interest in watching the world around her. What did she see? What did she hear? Danny knew the questions that rolled through his own mind when he looked at the world (either through a camera or a window), and wondered if she did the same. Who knows, maybe she was even another photographer, wouldn't that be fantastic?

She continued her phone call, and continued circling the floor of her living room. At one pass by her own window, she looked across the street at Danny's apartment building. It looked like she was checking in on the various windows -- starting at the bottom and moving up.

Danny nervously stayed in his own window, knowing well that if she continued her cataloguing, she would eventually get to his window. Would he hide before then? Would he look away? Would he simply close his blinds?

But he stayed there, frozen with a sense of both fear and excitement. He saw her eyes focus on what he assumed was the apartment further down his own block to his right -- which meant his was next. And he was right. Her eyes flicked toward his windows, and she saw him.

Danny kept his focus on her, and she returned the commitment. She kept talking on the phone, but her eyes were locked to Danny's. Her eyes narrowed very slightly, and a small smile emerged at the corner of her lip. Is she responding to her phone call or to me? Danny wondered. His preferred story was that it was him, of course, that made a much more interesting story.

What was she talking about? he thought. She could be saying that she's watching a man across the street, and that the man is watching her. She could be saying that he's a creep, or maybe that he's attractive, or maybe that she's intrigued by him and can't stop looking. She could be talking to a friend about her barren sex life, and that this man is arousing her. She could be talking to her husband or boyfriend, turning him on with tales of another man looking at her.

And Danny was definitely looking at her. He was starting to feel quite warm. Yes, the apartment was hot, and yes, he hadn't had a sip of his lemonade in a bit, but the way she was staring intently at him was driving an acceleration in his heart rate. He felt blood moving through his body.

She blinked slowly and shifted her weight to one side, but her gaze never left Danny. He began to smile a bit as he felt a surge in his groin. _Am I getting aroused by watching a woman talk on the phone? _He was amazed at his natural reaction to her. Beyond that, he was further excited about that his reaction was, in itself, exciting.

There was no denying it now, Danny was getting sexually aroused by watching her. At this point, it may have been more due to the fact that they hadn't broken their eye contact for several minutes. He felt his pants tightening as his dick swelled, and he was delightfully surprised that his reaction was so prominent without a single bit of touch.