the man next door just watches

Jake felt himself getting a little nervous. A complete stranger was watching -- and Jake couldn't see. He became aware of his naked body, and suddenly worried that this had gone a step too far.

Abbie sensed his concern. She looked straight into his eyes and said, "We're fine, Jake. Look at me, just keep fucking me, and we're fine."

Jake sighed. She was right. Just keep fucking, and we're fine. He took a breath, pulled back, and with a little turn of his head as if to acknowledge the stranger behind him, he slammed back into her pussy harder than before. His cock throbbed as his arousal increased. He stared at Abbie -- but she was now watching the man from next door.

Her gaze was uneven. Every time Jake pumped into her, she would lose her focus, close her eyes, and often reflexively grab at Jake's body. But when she could, she watched the man on the next balcony. He had walked the full length of his balcony, and was standing at the railing that separated his from hers. There was the same overhead curtain option that could be pulled for privacy, but the man did not reach for it. He leaned his hands on the rail, as if looking out over a farm or a village -- but in this case, over a neighbor's balcony with two young people unable to keep their hands off each other.

The man smiled. His focus was on Abbie. Abbie wondered what his story was. Was he here alone? Was his wife in the room inside? Did he find Abbie attractive? Or -- and Abbie only thought of this briefly -- did he find Jake attractive?

The way he looked at her convinced her that she was the focus of his view. She wanted him to see more of her. She whispered to Jake, "pull out for one second, let me adjust."

Jake did, and took the moment to caress her left side, her hip, her ass, her leg. He stroked his cock a few times as Abbie altered her position, and then plunged back into her welcoming pussy.

Abbie's new position was a little more to her right, which meant a little more visible (around Jake's body) to the man next door. He stood very still, his bathrobe hanging limply along his sides. Abbie eyed his shorts, but didn't notice whether the man was getting aroused. He just smiled, occasionally altering his weight from foot to foot.

Abbie touched the side of her face and her hair incidentally, without thought. The man saw this, and matched her movement, touching his own hair. Abbie smiled. As Jake continued to fuck her, she moved her hand to her breast, massaging it, pinching her nipple, rubbing the soft sides and underside of her breast. The man lowered his hand from his face to his chest, stroked a finger through the black and white hair covering his chest, slowly bringing his finger down, and then letting his hand drop to his side.

Abbie swallowed. She had hoped she might see him do something more, but perhaps for now, this was as much as he was going to contribute. She smiled at him, and then felt another strong pulse from Jake, and her eyes closed. Moments later, when they opened again, the man next door had turned his back, and was heading back to his balcony door. Abbie watched him step back into his room, and close the door behind him.