Neighborhood Watch

I didn’t want to move here, but after selling our home and splitting the proceeds with my ex, this house 200 miles away from my friends and family was all I could afford. I left most of the furniture behind. My new home could only hold so much. I’d buy more from discount stores.

On my first night, I stood at the window. A cat ran by the small patch of grass, which passed as a garden, triggering the security light above the door. I was about to close the curtains when a light went on in the house opposite me. There was a small fence, but from my bedroom window, I could see over it into the bedroom of the man opposite.

He stood at the window, too. I fought the urge to close the curtains. If he had seen me, it was too late, and if he hadn’t, the movement might catch his eye and make him think I was spying on him. That wasn’t the first impression I wanted to make on my new neighbors. I imagined being chased out of town as the local peeping Tom or whatever the lady version was.

I assumed he hadn’t seen me because a woman approached him, and he turned around to look at her. With his curtains still open, he kissed her—this wasn’t just a quick peck on the lips. The two of them had their faces pushed together as if neither could get enough of the other. Their hands were all over each other, and before I had time to decide what to do, they had stripped each other of their clothes.

I couldn’t close the curtains now, could I?

I watched as she slid her tongue down his body until I could no longer see her. I could guess what she was doing. I took out my phone, and maybe I shouldn’t have done this, but I recorded it, zooming in on his face as his mouth made an ‘O’ sound. When he came, he arched forward, pressing his palms against the window. Then he looked right at me and grinned. I ducked, despite knowing it was way too late. He had known all along I was watching him.

Later that night, I woke up and reached for my phone. I could only see his top half on the recording, but I imagined his cock as the woman sucked it. I pictured it bulging in her mouth so she had to open wide to fit it in, taking breaks to let in gulps of air, then taking it all inside her mouth, spurred on by his groan. His hands tugged at her hair with a sense of urgency. I didn’t realize I was touching myself until I felt the moisture between my legs. As I replayed the video, I concentrated on the part where I’d zoomed in on his face. I imagined him on top of me as I reached climax. That look of satisfaction on his face as he came.

When I fell asleep, I told myself I would go over there the following morning to introduce myself. It was only polite after he had let me watch.

~ ~ ~

I didn’t go over there the next day. I was going to, but as I went to shut my curtains again and check he was in, I saw he was already standing by the window, minus his clothes.

He pointed at his firm naked chest, then he must have stood on a small stool because suddenly I could see a little more of him—the best part. Even from this distance, it looked above average. He pointed to me— then I realized he wanted me to strip off, too. A voice in the back of my mind told me I don’t usually do this type of thing, but I reasoned with it; that’s exactly why I should. Plus, he was already naked, sharing with me the body he had clearly worked hard to get. His muscles weren’t too much, they were just right. I thought about Goldilocks, twirling a strand of my blonde hair. Did that make him one of the bears? No, he wasn’t hairy but smooth. So, smooth, I could lick…well, just about anything off his chest. 

I looked around my room. I didn’t have a stool to stand on, but I had a low armchair by the bed. I dragged that towards the window and stood on it to give him a better view.

His eyes were on me as I peeled off my skinny jeans and t-shirt. I was in my black lacy bra and matching panties. I pointed to them, asking if he wanted me to take them off. Although, I was playing for time. Could I really do this? Surely not! He held up a hand, disappeared from view for a few seconds, then reappeared with his phone. He pointed it in my direction, signaling he wanted to film me taking my underwear off. After filming him the previous day, I figured this was a reasonable request, even though it made my heart beat faster, and my skin heat up. Removing most of my clothing didn’t help cool me down at all. But my nipples stayed erect, frozen with my heightened arousal. I went for it.

I unfastened my bra, flashing a seductive smile at him and the camera. Maybe he would use that later when he was pleasuring himself. I let my bra fall, hoping he would appreciate my ample breasts. I followed his eyes as they looked at my chest, then turned around to pull down my thong, spurred on by his looks of approval.  I bent a little to give him a better view, then kicked the thong away before turning around, letting him get a good view of my tight, pert ass. 

My neighbor had his cock in his hand. I followed suit and touched my already wet pussy, watching him move his hand up and down his erection. I stroked myself, imagining he was there with me, teasing me with those hands, making me beg for more. I ran my other hand over my right breast, feeling the soft skin, then squeezed, imagining it was his rough hand touching me.

I’d never heard the sound of his voice before, but I closed my eyes and imagined what he might say.

He would stand behind me, his body pressed about my back, and he’d reach around to play with my pussy, then whisper into my ear.

“Do you want to feel me inside you?”

“Yes,” I would gasp.

“How much?”

I would arch against him, pressing my ass towards his bulging cock, and he’d push against me, entering me from behind. I pressed my hand against the window and used the other hand to finger my bum.

He thrust into his hand, clearly pleased at what he was seeing. We came in perfect unison, me pressing as much of myself against the window in a pointless attempt to get closer to him and him standing back to allow me to see him ejaculate against the window. I wished I was the window.

~ ~ ~

My new city was in the middle of a heatwave, so I spent most of the week naked, with the curtains open. I was working from home, so I moved my desk and laptop into the bedroom, and made a point of walking by the window on the way to the toilet or the kitchen. I didn’t look his way to see if he was at the window, but I liked to think he was and that this must drive him wild, me naked and paying no attention to him.

As the temperatures outside began to cool, things hadn’t yet reached a boiling point between myself and the neighbor, whose name I still didn’t know. I caught sight of him standing at his window, and I walked by, pretending not to notice him.

Minutes later, there was a loud knock on the door. I rushed downstairs, took a deep breath, and then opened the door, pretending to look surprised to see him standing there. Of course, I wasn’t used to answering my door with no clothes on, but I wanted him to think I was the kind of woman who did this all the time.

He pushed past and kissed me like he had kissed the other woman when I first watched him from my window. I felt urgency in his kiss and the way his hands roamed around my body. This made me bold to give in to my intense desire immediately. We didn’t make it to the bedroom before I stripped off his clothes on the kitchen floor. He pushed me onto the table and spread my legs apart. Before I could ask for his name, he was devouring my pussy as if he hadn’t gone down on a woman in years. Still, I was sure from the way he expertly used his tongue and fingers in all the right places that he did this all the time.

With no name to call out, I writhed around yelling, “Fuck yeah.”

By the time we made it to the bedroom, he was rock hard, and I pushed him onto my bed, then straddled him, taking the whole of his erection inside me. There was no more waiting around. I wanted to feel him, and he wanted me. I rode him to the point where he was about to come and then I stopped with him still inside me. When I kissed him, he tried to grind his hips, then said, “Please, let me come.”

I shuddered at those words and the power I had over him. “Not yet,” I whispered.

He squeezed my breasts, and I felt a delicious mix of pleasure and pain. I continued to kiss him as I moved my hips again. He matched my movement and whispered in my ear, “I’m so fucking close now.”

I kept going and felt him shudder as though about to come. At that moment, I rolled off him onto my back, and he instinctively knew what to do. He straddled me, and I finished him off with my hands, watching him shoot his cum all over my tits. When he was done, he used his hands to rub it in, and I groaned with pleasure.

The two of us showered, taking our time to lather each other in shower gel and aim the shower head in places where we both felt like our desires were quenched. We dried each other off gingerly and looked around at my disheveled bedroom. I pulled the curtains closed.

Photo by Soheil Pourebrahimi