The Apartment

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“This should be perfect for your needs, Mr. Parker. It’s exactly what you specified. Don’t you agree?”The realtor stands in the center of the main room of the empty apartment. The place is bright and airy with an eastern exposure. All the lights are on and none of the wide windows are covered. The sun shines into the space and only a few dust motes can be seen drifting in the scattered rays. Having so much sun and light is a selling point for Blaine Parker. The apartment is immaculate and standing ready to be occupied by a new owner.Blaine knows as soon as he looks out the windows that this is the place he needs. It’s only a studio apartment, that’s true. The main room serves as a bedroom and a living area with a kitchenette attached to one side. Of course, it has a large bathroom and plenty of storage space in the basement of the building. But he has also completed the other research he needs for his decision.He lives alone. He has done so all of his life, apart from a very happy childhood growing up on a farm in the prairie land of the Midwest. His parents loved him and it was an idyllic life in many ways. But as he grew up, he formulated in his mind the way he wanted to live and all of his efforts were pointed towards a special way of life from the time he left home to attend college. It was there he got the clearest inkling of what he wanted.He achieved enough success to try and have his dreams fulfilled. He completed his education and succeeded in finding a job that paid well. Quite well. He has no relationship entanglements, although he was never a complete loner. His social skills are fine. He just prefers to live the way he has been planning for several years. Now the dream is about to come true.”Yes, it’s fine, Mrs. Benson. Let’s sign the papers and the movers can get to work unloading their truck at the dock in back.”He walks to the kitchen counter as the realtor places the last document there for his final signature. He signs.”There, thanks so much. I’ll go downstairs with you and we can get it all moved in this afternoon.””Certainly, sir. It’s been a pleasure working with you. isvecbahis Terribly easy. I’m so glad you’re happy with the place we found.” She turns with him and they start to exit the apartment.”I’ll be honest, we were having a slight problem selling this place. Not a lot of people have wanted to live this close to the university. It can get a little loud on the campus at times with the freshman dorm across the street.” The front door closes.Blaine directs the placement of his furniture in his new studio apartment that is on a street that serves as a boundary for ‘town and gown’ in this city. Directly across from the freshman dormitory. The dorm is limited to girls in the freshman class. Only first year students and no outliers are allowed. That is, one has to be sixteen years old to be even considered for this housing with the majority in their eighteenth year of age. Very few frosh are much older than that. Along with his regular furnishings, he also has his art equipment, Blaine is an artist. As well as being a painter, he is also a professional photographer. There is plenty of room in the apartment for his canvases, spread around the living space, and the cameras that now dot the room on tables here and there.As the sun sets behind his building, he watches, carefully noting the lights as they come on in the residence hall. His view is from his sixth-floor picture window. The girls’ building stands eight stories high so he can see into the rooms directly across from his and the floors downward. And the powerful telescope he sets up in front of the wide picture window is helpful for closer looks at the occupants. He sees that not all leave their curtains or draperies open when their lights come on. A few close themselves off from the darkness descending upon the city. But many, if not most, don’t bother to close down for the night. And figures appear in the rooms, passing from here to there as they go about their business. He spends the evening simply watching and making notes.The next day, he arises, glancing quickly out through his open windows. He is happy to have his best hopes expand isveçbahis giriş in his mind as he sees virtually all of the rooms across the way have curtains pulled open, even the bathroom windows, and every girl, it seems, is busy getting ready for their day. It is Saturday and he is not working. He has his breakfast at his dining table, sitting so that he can observe his new neighbors. He gently squeezes his hard prick clothed inside his tight jeans descending down his left thigh.Baine spends the day as he did the evening before, making notes of all of the movements of girls in as many rooms as he can see into. There are a lot. And that bodes well for the future. The more girls available, the better. He is making some plans for the next day, Sunday. He finally dines with all of his lights on and gazes out over his new domain, watching and relishing what he sees in the apartments across the way. This day, his alarm is definitely set. It is the beginning and he wants to start it early and feel the pleasure. He has finally reached his goal after years of planning and dreaming. He rises with the sun. He glances out the window. He notes that many windows also have their lights on. Then he goes into his bathroom and performs his morning ablutions. He steps out of the shower and the last task for his morning begins. He opens a fresh bottle of scented body oil.Blaine stands proudly in the center of the apartment before his windows. His naked body is finely shaped. He has spent many hours making sure it is sculpted and fit. And now he rubs the oils across his muscles, emphasizing their bulk and shape, while making his flesh gleam with the oil.He spreads his legs widely, facing away from the windows, and spreads shiny oil over his legs, working up from his calves, flexing his legs at the knee, then rubbing his thighs and over his tight, rounded buttocks, bending over as he does this, exposing his spreading cheeks outwards. Then he stands upright and begins putting the fluids on his back and arms. Slowly, taking his time to be thorough.He turns around and stands before the open window and as a isveçbahis yeni giriş final gesture he pours out a goodly portion of oil and, with both hands, he strokes his expanding, growing prick and his pendulous balls. Feeling the soothing pleasure and caressing his own manhood. He glances across the way. He smiles as he sees some faces turned towards his open windows. He traces the veins on his pride that stand out. Then he grips it strongly at the base, forcing the head to expand into purple glory.He spends the day as he normally would. His home is his office, completing assignments there as they come up. Blaine has an oil painting canvas he is working on and he uses the good light in the morning shining through the broad windows to put some touches to it. As he paints, he makes sure to keep edging. He strokes his hard cock to keep it erect and proud. It bounces as he moves about and his dangling balls often shift themselves, moving in rhythm to his movements.Often, he goes over to his telescope or one of the telephoto cameras to stare into one or two windows facing his building. He sees who is looking towards him and notices whether they seem interested or not. He smiles, recognizing how often certain pretty girls continue looking at his window. He grins as he caresses his edging boner, approaching orgasm but never completing the act. Always waiting, anticipating, needing it to be perfect. Continuing to put oil on himself to gleam for the girls. Slathering it on his stone hard dick.The day goes on. He eats his lunch in a chair by the table against the window beside his kitchenette. As he chews his meal he keeps his legs spread widely apart. He gives a full frontal view to anyone wishing to see. And there are many. That he knows and continues smiling as he jerks his prick quickly a few times to keep it stiff and raging red with blood.He has spotted the best ones across the way. The young girls that seem to be walking about their own apartments with few if any clothes on. Glancing over to his place. He knows they wonder if he is watching them as well. And he is, pulling his cock harder and harder as he walks about his perfect place. Checking his telescope one time, he sees a girl with long, curling hair wave at him as she caresses her pussy. He smiles and waves back, then moves on, doing his normal day’s routine.

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