I Made Sure That My Neighbour Was Watching

I had always thought of my neighbor as an enigma. She was a woman of about thirty, with a body that could make a man's heart race. She had long, curly brown hair that cascaded down her back, and eyes that sparkled with a mischievous glint. She was always impeccably dressed, and had a way of moving that was both graceful and alluring.

I had lived next door to her for several years, and in that time, I had never once seen her with a man. She lived alone in a small, cozy house, and led a quiet, unassuming life. But there was something about her that told me she was hiding a wild side, a side that only came out when she thought no one was watching.

It was a hot afternoon in the middle of summer, and I was lying on my bed, feeling restless and bored. I had been cooped up in the house all day, and the heat was starting to get to me. I decided to open the windows and let in some fresh air.

As I did so, I couldn't help but notice that my neighbor's windows were also open. She was sitting in her living room, reading a book. I couldn't see her face, but I could see her long, slender legs stretched out in front of her. I felt a sudden surge of desire wash over me.

I knew she couldn't see me, but I couldn't help but feel like she was watching me. I decided to give her a little show. I started to undress, slowly and deliberately, making sure to take my time. I could feel my cock growing hard in my pants as I did so.

Once I was naked, I lay back on the bed and began to stroke myself. I closed my eyes and imagined my neighbor joining me. I imagined her crawling into bed next to me, her soft breasts pressing against my chest as she wrapped her hand around my hard cock.

I could hear the sound of my own breathing, heavy and ragged, as I continued to stroke myself. I opened my eyes and looked out the window. My neighbor was still there, her legs still stretched out in front of her. I couldn't tell if she was looking at me or not, but I didn't care. I was beyond the point of caring.

I continued to stroke myself, my hand moving faster and faster as I felt myself approaching climax. I could feel the pressure building inside me, the pleasure growing more and more intense. And then, with a sudden burst of ecstasy, I came.

I lay there for a moment, my chest heaving as I caught my breath. I looked out the window again, and this time, I was sure I saw my neighbor looking at me. She had a small, secret smile on her face, as if she knew exactly what I had been doing.

I felt a surge of excitement wash over me. I knew then that I had to have her. I had to know what it was like to be with her, to feel her body pressed against mine. I knew it was wrong, but I didn't care. I couldn't help myself.

I got dressed and went outside. I walked over to her house and knocked on the door. She answered almost immediately, a look of surprise on her face.

"Hi," I said, trying to sound casual. "I couldn't help but notice that your windows were open. I hope I'm not intruding, but I was wondering if you wanted me to come over and have a drink with me."

She looked at me for a moment, her eyes narrowing slightly. Then she smiled.

"Sure," she said. "I'd love to."

We went inside and I poured us each a glass of wine. We sat down on the couch and started to talk. I couldn't take my eyes off of her. She was even more beautiful up close, with smooth, porcelain skin and full, pouty lips.

As we talked, I could feel the tension between us growing. I could feel myself getting harder and harder, my cock straining against the zipper of my pants. I knew she could see it, and I didn't care. I wanted her to see it. I wanted her to know how much I wanted her.

Finally, I couldn't take it anymore. I leaned in and kissed her. She kissed me back, her lips soft and warm against mine. I could feel her tongue exploring my mouth, and I moaned with pleasure.

We broke apart, both of us panting heavily. I looked into her eyes, and I could see the desire burning in them. I knew then that she wanted me just as much as I wanted her.

I stood up and took off my clothes, my cock springing free. She watched me, her eyes wide with desire. I could see her nipples hardening beneath her shirt, and I knew she was wet.

I reached out and took her hand, pulling her to her feet. I kissed her again, harder this time, my tongue delving deep into her mouth. She moaned and wrapped her arms around me, pulling me close.

I reached down and slid my hand up her leg, under her skirt. I could feel the heat of her pussy, and I moaned with pleasure. She was so wet, so ready for me.

I slid my fingers inside her, and she gasped. I started to move them in and out, fucking her with my fingers. She moaned and pressed her hips against me, grinding herself against my hand.

I could feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge. I knew I couldn't hold back much longer. I pulled my fingers out of her and lifted her up, wrapping her legs around my waist.

I thrust into her, hard and deep. She cried out with pleasure, her nails digging into my shoulders. I started to move, fucking her with long, deep strokes. She met me thrust for thrust, her pussy tight and hot around my cock.

I could feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge. I knew I was about to cum. I reached down and started to stroke her clit, rubbing it in fast, circular motions. She cried out, her pussy clenching around my cock.

I felt myself explode, my cock throbbing as I filled her with my seed. She cried out again, her pussy milking me for every drop. We collapsed onto the couch, both of us panting heavily.

We lay there for a moment, our bodies slick with sweat. I wanted to ask her if I can stay over tonight, but I decided against it in the end.