Watching (Erotic Story Excerpt)

Exhibitionists seem to follow Annie wherever she goes, and she loves to watch them….

The neighborhood welcome wagon seemed to pull up right behind his moving truck. You couldn’t hide much in this tiny community, and the news of our new neighbor spread from house to house like a bad flu before Jeff had even unloaded his last cardboard box. It seemed like everyone had lined up at his front door to give an offering of hospitality — home baked pies, freshly cut flowers, a welcome mat, and various household items intended to make it easier for him to settle into his new home. I held off on boarding that cordiality caravan for a while. Part of me didn’t want to crowd him, moving is stressful enough without everyone bothering you, and another part of me felt like I could get acquainted with him in other ways — namely through my bedroom window.

He generally came home from work about an hour or two after I did. I didn’t know specifically what he did for a living, but someone on the block mentioned that he owned his own business, something that had to do with sales.

He always wore suits to work, and looked amazing in them. Whether black or navy or gray, they all fit his body perfectly. Sometimes I’d see him in the morning and would smile and wave as I admired how his pants hugged his beautiful ass. He always wore gaudy, bright colored ties — the kind a man wears because his mother or his aunt gave it to him and he doesn’t want to hurt her feelings — which made me wonder if he wanted extra attention.

That notion made the watching a lot easier. As much as I tried to keep it on the street, and not bring it home, having Jeff living next door was just too tempting to resist. It started off innocently enough: I would just happen to be walking by my window as he was coming through the door, throwing his coat on the couch and heading toward his bedroom to slip out of his work clothes. Then I would just happen to be walking by a window in another room as he unbuttoned his shirt — exposing his strong looking arms that protruded out of his undershirt — and neatly hung it back up in his closet.

I tried to resist the urge to watch Jeff. I would go for days at a time cold turkey, but my eyes always seemed to wander back to a window, any window that would allow me to get a glimpse into his life.

I got a glimpse late one night when I couldn’t sleep. It was almost as if I subconsciously knew there was something I needed to see. It was almost as if Jeff knew I would want to see it. I discreetly walked around the house, surveying every window, until I found that sweet spot that would satisfy my need to eyeball him. Then I found it — his bathroom. The blinds were wide open. A naked woman emerged from the shower, with Jeff following close behind. He came up behind her and kissed the back of her neck, carefully moving the wet hair that matted against her skin. She wiggled her hips against his. He started rubbing her tits. She smiled.

I did too. I felt naughty and aroused. Part of me wanted to look away, in fear that I would be caught and they would call the police on me, but for the most part, watching them was delicious. I wondered who she was. It was the first time I’d seen her at Jeff’s house and I wanted to know the nature of their relationship. Were they on a first date? Was she an ex that he had periodic booty calls with? Was she a married client he was having an affair with or someone he had just picked up that night in a bar? I was having fun running the different scenarios in my mind.

And Jeff was having fun with the wet, naked woman in his bathroom. He continued to work on her tits, and as their bodies shifted close to the sink, I could see his hard on pressed up against the small of her back. Now this was what I’d hoped to see! That was the whole point of the watching — seeing a man’s hardness and how he looks when he’s excited. And what happens when he gets to that moment he can’t stand it anymore and he explodes.

I know I felt like I wanted to. The pussy juices flowed out of my body as I watched Jeff put his hands between her legs, wishing that his hands were between mine, massaging my hot clit until I couldn’t stand his touch anymore. As he plunged his fingers into her pussy, I did the same to mine, wondering what it would be like if the shoe was on the other foot and Jeff was watching me. She did a little dance up against him, shimmying her ass around his throbbing cock. He dug his fingers in and out of her pussy, making her pick up the pace of her dance.

I fingered my tight walls and clit as I watched, anxiously waiting to see what they would do next. He soon picked up her small frame, propped her up on the bathroom sink, and sunk his cock inside of her. I leaned my body up against the wall and humped it a little bit as I saw Jeff pounding the woman’s pussy, in and out, in and out, in quick, frantic thrusts. She gripped onto the sink to keep her balance, and rocked her body back and forth, her wet hair streaking the mirror every time her head backed into it.

I wanted to close my eyes and fantasize about Jeff behind me, slamming my pussy with his hard dick and slamming my body up against the cold walls. But I couldn’t risk missing any of the show, so I had to stay vigilant while my fantastic movie played in the back of my mind.

She leaned her head back as he thrust into her one last time. Her lips were wide open and she grabbed Jeff’s face close to hers to plant a huge kiss on his idle mouth. The show was over, so I headed back to my bedroom to finish what I started. I climbed into bed, my pussy still tingling, and rammed my fingers inside of me a couple more times until I came.

I was tempted to survey the windows to see if I could get another show that night, but I didn’t want to push my luck.

Want to know if Annie did end up pressing her luck? Check out Watching to find out the rest of the story.

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