It still doesn't seem real - living in Paris. It's like a dream come true. Everything has fallen into place even better than you could have hoped. The fashion school job is a once in a lifetime opportunity. The flat, in the 3rd arrondissement, Le Marais - what could be more perfect? The only downside, if you can even call it that, is that it's a 4th-floor walk-up with no elevator. "It'll be like a daily workout," you tell yourself. Sure, it made moving a bit more challenging and costly, but the movers were worth it. Getting that dresser up all those stairs seemed daunting, but they made it look effortless. Three young men, probably university students, all fit and strong, but one of them, Theo, particularly caught your eye.

It took them only about two hours to haul everything up the stairs and arrange it in place. It was hard to tear your eyes away from Theo. You thought he might have caught you checking out his behind at one point, judging by the smile on his face. When everything was finally in place, the other two went back to the truck, but Theo lingered. "Everything good?" he asked.

"Everything's great," you replied.

"Anything… else?" he asked, with a curious pause between the words.

"One more thing," you said, your voice a whisper, "could you take your shirt off?"

He didn't hesitate, swiftly peeling it up over his head, revealing his toned abs. As you approached, your hands found their way to his pecs. They were firm and warm, yet devoid of sweat despite just moving all of your furniture. You pressed a kiss against his chest.

He lifted your top over your head, unfastened your bra, and slid it off your arms. His touch was gentle as he cupped one of your breasts, meeting your lips in a kiss. You melted into his embrace, tingling throughout your body.

Leading you to the loveseat, he undressed completely. You reciprocated before reclining. As he hovered over you, you eagerly spread your legs, the excitement of the past few hours evident in the glistening sheen on your labia. Theo entered you, his movements masterful as he made love to you with skill and tenderness.

Your climax came swiftly, but he continued, prolonging the sensation as your body buzzed with endorphins. After he finally reached his own climax, you lay together in silence, the sounds of Paris streets drifting in through the open window. Eventually, he pressed a kiss to your cheek and whispered, "I have to get back to work." Returning his kiss, you watched him depart from the couch.

That was a year ago. Theo marked the beginning of a series of new friends. If you had kept count, you would have lost track. It was never about numbers, though, it was about your own freedom and embracing life. And it unfolded like a dream, repeatedly. The people, the culture, the beauty of Paris, the men you've encountered, and, of course, your flat.

Except for the stairs, it's perfect. Facing east, offering an almost unobstructed view of sunrise. The adjacent taller building is sufficiently offset to remain inconspicuous. Many of those men have come and gone, spending nights here. Sometimes just once, sometimes more. You've fully immersed yourself in the experience, open to anything, seldom turning down something new. You should feel satisfied, but interestingly, your receptive nature seems to have only heightened your libido. You don't obsess over it, but thoughts of sex occupy your mind frequently. Whether with others or alone, it's a constant undercurrent of a desire to cum - as often as reasonably possible. Even with your numerous suitors, this means frequent masturbation. Most commonly, you lie in bed, gazing out the open window of your bedroom at the skyline and horizon, exploring your body. You seldom rely on toys; the gentle touch of your own knowing fingers consistently brings you the most reliable satisfaction. You've engaged in some form of sexual activity in every room, multiple times. Aside from the obvious encounters in the bedroom, the main room follows suit. You've masturbated in every room as well, except the kitchen.

Recently, after a long day at work followed by a wine date with some girlfriends, you finally make your way home, climbing the stairs wearily before collapsing, fully dressed and exhausted, onto the bed. Before you know it, the morning light greets you, and you find yourself sprawled backwards on your bed with your feet resting on the pillows. The sunrise seems nearly synonymous with your climax and, almost instinctively, your hand slips down the front of your tights. Teasing your clit with your index finger, you alternate between gazing out the window and closing your eyes to indulge fantasy. Your hand moves faster, your breath quickens, eyes shut tight. When you finally open them, something catches your eye. Normally, your head rests at the opposite end of the bed, so you've never realized just how clearly visible your bed is from the adjacent building. What grabs your attention is your neighbor in the window. You've seen him on the street before; he has a rugged French look, rarely clean-shaven, often clad in rumpled clothing - a sort of sexy disheveled appearance.

He's staring directly at you, clearly watching you. Those windows are closer than you've ever noticed. A surge of adrenaline rushes through you. It feels vaguely like embarrassment, but not quite - more like excitement, anticipation. Initially, you pretend not to notice him and continue pleasuring yourself, exaggerating your movements and moans, putting on a show. He stands near his window with a coffee cup in hand, smiling, one hand casually tucked in his pocket rather nonchalantly. He makes no effort to conceal his gaze. In fact, it almost seems as though he's deliberately present.

You strip off your top and tights, revealing the matching black bra and panties you had worn in anticipation of a potential rendezvous the night before. Turning your head to face him, still reclined on the bed, you arch your back and sensually caress your breasts, while your other hand works fervently inside your panties. Holding his gaze, you edge closer to climax. Only the electric pulse of your orgasm forces your eyes closed as your body tenses. A satisfied cry escapes your lips, likely audible to the street below.

After catching your breath, you glance back toward his window. He's still there, still nonchalant, still smiling. A second urge overtakes you. Sitting up, you rest your elbows on the windowsill, returning his smile, silently conveying that display was for him. With a gesture, you invite him to join you, forming the numbers ‘four and four’ with your fingers - your apartment number. He vanishes from the window.

You undress completely and slip on a satin robe. The wait feels much longer than you'd wanted but, eventually, the door buzzer rings. You buzz him in, and once more, you find yourself waiting, your barely recovered private bits rapidly warming up again. Finally, you hear his heavy footsteps on the last two flights of stairs. It's agonizingly slow. You're desperate for him to be inside you.

The footsteps halt at your door, followed by two quiet knocks. You open the door immediately, standing in the doorway with a sultry demeanor. He smiles, and without hesitation, you untie your robe, letting it fall to the ground with a subtle movement of your shoulders. His gaze roams over your body as he steps inside. You close the door and lead him by the hand to the bedroom, where you spread yourself across the bed invitingly. He undresses and then sits beside you, engaging in a deep, passionate kiss, surprisingly heavy with tongue. His hand moves between your legs, confirming your readiness.

Over the next three hours, you explore a virtual Kama Sutra together. First making each other come with your mouths, you proceed to engage in intercourse from every imaginable angle and position. You cum five times; you think he came three. His last orgasm felt a little taboo— as the afternoon's worth of your respective fluids cascaded toward the crack of your ass, he effortlessly penetrated your forbidden place. He came quickly inside your tight bottom.

As long shadows stretch across the bedroom, you both drift in and out of sleep. You begin to wonder how much your neighbor has witnessed over the past year. There have been ample opportunities. As you imagine him observing you with your numerous partners, in various positions, or often while pleasuring yourself, a stirring awakens down below. Perhaps it's time to wake him up…