Author’s Note 2: Although this fantasy can be read independently, it was written as part of a series. For full enjoyment, please read “The Barbie Lez Fantasies: Week 1-91”.

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Have you ever had one of those fantasies? You know, the ones that feel so real you begin to wonder if you are actually imagining them. Well, I do… because I have them all the time! Sometimes, they turn into a story, but mostly they remain trapped inside my brain. That is, until now…

It all started a few days ago when I realized I could see into my neighbor’s bedroom. I had to stand in a particular spot for it to work, but when I did, I could see her entire room. I don’t usually enjoy invading other people’s privacy, but I was fascinated by this woman. Not because she was beautiful, even though she was. Not even because of the thrill involved with spying on someone. In fact, I had no idea why I was so obsessed.

The first few days, I only caught glimpses of her, but that only served to intrigue me further. I found myself thinking of her and fantasizing about orchestrating a chance encounter to meet her. But before I could make my move, something happened.

It was nearly ten o’clock at night and I had just concluded a particularly intense writing session. As I waited for my computer to shut down, I peered out the window and found my neighbor’s bedroom illuminated. A smile curled my lips as I found her standing at the foot of her bed.

I was not planning on being creepy. I was content simply watching her go about her nightly routine. But instead of slipping into her pajamas, she stripped out of her clothes and started parading around the room. I was stunned. This only happened in movies and teenage boys’ fantasies. But this was no movie and my fantasy had yet to begin. This was real.

I stood there, entranced by the woman’s beauty. I knew it was wrong of me to spy on her, yet I couldn’t look away. My body remained frozen in place. I barely blinked. I barely breathed. I barely moved. I was captivated.

The woman’s gaze suddenly traveled to her window. She wasn’t staring at the glass, but rather at something beyond it. Something far beyond. Something in the adjacent building. Me. She was staring at me.

Our eyes met and my blood turned cold. Then it started boiling in my veins. I desperately wanted to flee, to escape her penetrating gaze. I tried to move, but I was frozen in place.

It felt like an eternity before I regained control of my body. As soon as I did, I stepped backwards, out of the woman’s line of sight. She had seen me, there was no doubt about that. But what would she do about it? I was asking myself that very question when the doorbell rang.

I remained frozen in shock. Was it her? It had to be. Should I answer? It took a while before I made up my mind. On my way to the front door, the doorbell rang again. I hesitated before buzzing her in.

The few seconds it took her to reach my floor felt like an eternity. Each passing second brought with it more fear. By the time I heard a knock on the door, I was terrified. As I reached for the door handle, it got too much for me to handle and I reverted back into a fantasy to keep from facing reality.

I was now inside the fantasy. The world around me looked just the same and the fear coursing through my veins felt just as real, but deep down, I knew none of it was genuine. It still took a few seconds before I worked up the nerve to open the door.

My beautiful neighbor stood in the doorframe. Up until that moment, I had held out hope it was not her, but deep down, I had always known is was. She now wore a bathrobe, but I could tell she was naked underneath.

We stared at each other for a few seconds before she spoke.

“I saw you looking at me,” she said.

I didn’t know what to say, so I said nothing.

“Can I come in?” she asked, but pushed past me without waiting for an answer.

I closed the door behind her. We were now alone.

“I’m sorry,” I said as I turned around. “I didn’t mean to—”

She cut me off before I could finish.

“I said I saw you looking,” she explained, “but I never said I didn’t enjoy it.”

I was stunned, but not as much as when she spoke again.

“Would you like to see more?” she asked.

I tried to answer, but my vocal cords had stopped working. I nodded.

The beautiful woman grabbed me by the hand and led me to the living room.

“Sit,” she instructed, nodding to the couch.

I obeyed the command and watched her move the coffee table to a corner of the room. Returning to the center of the room, she turned to me and gave me a quick smile. I had no clue what was about to happen, but I could tell I would like it.

I was wrong. I didn’t like it; I loved it!

My beautiful neighbor, whose name still remained a mystery, began to strip. She swayed to the sound of an imaginary song, teasingly uncovering herself. She only wore a bathrobe, so the striptease was quick, but the flawless body that lay beneath fully made up for it. She was so beautiful. So perfect.

She continued to dance, each movement an elegant choreography that brought her ever closer to me. Just when I couldn’t take the teasing any longer, she finally reached me and pulled me in for a kiss.

Our lips met and I felt an explosion of lust. I had never wanted anyone this much in my entire life. I craved her touch. Her smell. Her taste. My tongue came to life and danced alongside hers. Moans fused from our mouths. Our bodies grinded together.

I didn’t want this moment to end yet I also craved more. My arousal eventually got the better of and I broke the kiss. I attempted to wrap my lips around one of her erect nipples, but she pulled away.

“What’s wrong,” I asked.

“Nothing,” she assured. “This night is all about you,” she soon added and ripped my t-shirt from my body. Her lips made contact with my bare breasts before I could figure out what was happening. Moans soon followed as she teased my nipples mercilessly. It was not long before I started craving more.

My lover knew what I wanted before I did. Momentarily pulling away, she grabbed my shorts and yanked them off. She then pulled me to the edge of the couch and slowly pried my legs apart. I watched her lips near my slit with anticipation.

“Fuck!” I yelped as she licked my pussy. Her tongue traveled up the entire length of my crack before she focused on the clit. She licked it. She sucked it. She teased it until I was begging for more. Just when I thought I would go insane with longing, she slid her tongue into me.

“Oh god!” I moaned as her tongue started darting in and out of me. I was so wet. So fucking wet.

“Fuck me!” I begged. “FUCK ME!”

She did. Her tongue massaged my inner slit, bringing more arousal to my body with each passing second. Just when I thought I could no longer take it, she escalated.

“Fuck!” I moaned as one of her singer slipped into my asshole. The shock soon faded, replaced instead by arousal. She fingered my ass and licked my pussy until a powerful orgasm exploded within me.

“FUUCCCKKKK!!!!” I shrieked at the top of my lungs as my pussy came to life. It convulsed madly as my lover coaxed the cum out of me. I craved the feel of the hot nectar on my thighs, but she greedily kept it to herself, swallowing every drop as it was released.

My moans echoed throughout the apartment for what felt like an eternity before the final wave oozed out of me. When it did, I crumbled onto the couch in a panting heap of limbs.

By the time I recovered, I had made up my mind. I would make my lover feel just as good as she had made me feel. I pulled her in for a passionate kiss, but that was as far as we got before I was snapped back to reality by the sound of someone knocking on the door.

I glanced around, confused. It was not until I realized I was still fully dressed and standing in front of the door that I remembered what was happening. My fantasy was over and my neighbor, the one I had been caught spying on, now stood on the other side of the door. I was tempted to retreat back into a fantasy, but I knew I couldn’t ignore reality forever. Taking a deep breath, I opened the door.

The person I found standing in the doorframe was not my beautiful neighbor. In fact, they were pretty much the complete opposite. A pimply-faced, oily-haired teenager holding a pizza box now stood before me.

“That’ll be…” he began, but I cut him off.

“I didn’t order anything,” I said. And neither did my roommates, because they were both out for the evening. This was the third time someone ordered takeout using our address. I didn’t know if it was simply a coincidence or if this was some sort of practical joke. Unless… Unless it was my beautiful neighbor’s way of getting back at me for spying on her. Then again, she had only just uncovered my fascination with her and the odds of her being responsible for this disturbance were slim. I guess I will never know, but at least I will always have an intense fantasy to keep my busy on those long nights I spend wondering who is sending all those delivery boys to my apartment.

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Have a horny day,

Barbie Lez