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Neighbor Voyeur

By: RDeLajour



I'm staring at him from my bedroom, entranced. This is so wrong. I shouldn't be doing this. But I can't stray my gaze away from him. He is walking around in his bedroom, completely naked, talking on the phone. My brain is screaming at me to shut the blinds and pretend I never saw anything, but my hand has a mind of its own.

I'm going to hell for this, I think to myself before my right hand slowly creeps down to my highly aroused cunt. He has a beautiful body, covered in taut muscle and sharp edges. His hipbones are pronounced and his cock is making me bite my lower lip in absolute desire. I cannot believe that Mr. McKinley is almost fifty. He looks like he could be thirty-five, not forty-eight. I am twenty-two, so this isn't technically wrong, but what would society think about it? Would they approve of a twenty-two year old hooking up with an older man?

I moan as my fingers reach my drenched pussy. I am so wet, I almost can't believe it. Just the sight of his nude figure alone is enough to flood my core with undeniable lust. I start flickering my middle finger against my slickness and I close my eyes for a moment, enraptured by how amazing it feels. I imagine that it's his tongue trailing down my slit and my knees buckle from the image.

But when I look up, he's gone. I stare at the empty room, wondering where he went. Did he see me? Panic flickers within me before I look down at my unsatisfied arousal. Should I even finish what I started? Or should I just try to find someone to quiet the yearning in between my legs?

Unfortunately, I don't have time to consider my options because then I hear a knock on the door. Panicking, I quickly take my hand away from my wetness and rush down the hall. Luckily, no one is home so I don't have to worry about running around in my skimpy shorts and low rise tank top. When I open the door, I am very surprised to see Mr. McKinley staring at me with a faint smile.

"Hey, Rebecca," he says jovially. "How are you doing?"

I gulp before I say, "I'm good. How about you?"

"Splendid." The corner of his mouth twitches. "Listen, can I ask you something?"

"Sure." My chest tightens at the possibility of doing him a favor. "Anything."

"How would you feel if someone were watching you while they touched themselves?"

I stare at him as horror infiltrates every cell of my body. So he did see me watching him. There is no way out of this now.

"I'm...I'm so sorry, Mr. McKinley," I say in a rush, trying to avoid his gaze. "I know what I did is wrong. I'm a pervert. I'm so sorry. Please, don't tell anyone. It won't happen again."

I expect him to storm off, but to my surprise he grabs my hand and pulls it downward, toward his crotch. I gasp as my hand cups his impressive erection, hard and thick in my grasp. He looks at me with a heady gaze before he steps past the threshold and closes the door behind him.

"No need to say sorry if I like what I saw," he says calmly. "You're a naughty girl, aren't you?"

I can barely talk as he slowly pulls me toward him, embracing me in a tight cocoon. His hands are on my back and my hips as I slowly rub him through his sweatpants. Is this really happening or is this another dirty dream of mine? He cups my ass and I groan when I rub my aching cunt against his hardness. He brings his mouth to my ear and I try to hide the squeal that escapes me when he slowly breathes into my earlobe.

"Want to finish what you started?" he asks in a raspy, sexy voice.

"Yes, please," I say with a trembling voice. "I need it."

"Mm. That's what I like to hear."

He is so fucking hot. How long am I going to last if he touches me? Probably not long. When he starts kissing me passionately and with meaning, I feel my thighs start to quiver from the overwhelming attraction I'm experiencing. He is an amazing kisser, making sure to nibble and suck on my bottom lip without being too rough. His hands massage my scalp as his chest rubs against my sensitive breasts.

"Something tells me that you're ready for me," he rasps into my ear. "Am I right? Is your pussy dripping wet from watching me?"

I moan and tremble at his explicit words. "Yes. I'm drenched."

"Show me."

I take his right hand and lead it down to my wet core, past the waistband of my shorts and the small thong that I'm wearing. When his fingers reach my slick heat, he groans and suddenly picks me up. I yelp as I instinctively wrap my arms around his shoulders and encircle my legs around his waist. He gently places me on the couch, making sure to plaster himself against me, grinding his hips against me in slow, lazy thrusts.

"Tell me, Rebecca," he says. "How do you like it?"

"Hard," I whimper. "Fuck me hard."

"You just keep saying the right things, darling."

He is quick to rip off my shorts and thong, throwing them aside before he trails soft kisses between my breasts and down to my navel. I squirm in absolute ecstasy as his soft lips caress my sensitive skin. I'm under the impression that he's about to come back up when he places my legs around his shoulders and kisses my my wet cunt, forcing a scream out of me.

"You smell divine," he whispers in a raspy voice. "I'm going to fuck this little pussy with my tongue until you come so hard, you're going to forget who you are."

His words make my entire body melt. I look down as his skilled tongue begins to ravage my clit with slow, easy strokes. Just the image alone is enough to make my pussy clench already. The sound of his tongue lapping me up fills my ears until I'm riding his tongue like a possessed demon, panting for air and sweet release.

"I'm not going to last long," I say in a throaty whimper. "It feels too good..."

My words seem to spur him on because he starts licking me faster, bathing me in his saliva. His hands reach up to tweak my nipples and I feel my walls crumbling as ecstasy becomes my entire world.

"Don't stop, please don't stop," I scream out loud. "Oh, fuck! I'm coming!"

He doesn't stop as I ride his tongue and shudder around him, praying that I don't scream too loud. But I do. He is just too good. My back arches and my hands hold his shoulders, forcing his mouth firmly against my wet pussy as I come on his divine tongue. My legs tremble on his shoulders as he continues to lap away at my heated core. When my orgasm subsides, he starts taking off his pants and boxers, never breaking his gaze away from me. He places his forehead against mine and grazes the head of his cock against my slick heat, forcing a tiny shriek from me.

"Can I feel how wet and tight you are?" he asks.

"Yes, please," I moan out.

I shudder violently as his thick cock starts entering me. I am so wet and ready for him, but I still feel some resistance as he tries to slip inside me. He feels the hesitation so he cradles my face and kisses me passionately again, making me moan and scratch his back in urgent need. My clit starts throbbing again as he delves further inside me. My hands shake on his back and I'm panting as I patiently wait for him to go in all the way.

"You feel so perfect," he whispers in a possessed tone. "You are perfect."

His words turn me on so much. His mouth lowers to my neck, where he starts gently suckling on the tender skin while he thrusts in and out of me. I'm in a trance and the entire world disappears as his pace quickens to sharp, hard thrusts that have me moaning and wrapping my legs tightly around his waist.

"Such a good girl, letting me fuck you so hard," he whispers into my ear. "Does it feel good?"

I moan and nod. "Please don't stop."

"I wouldn't dream of it."

He bites down on my neck and I scream in absolute pleasure. I dig my fingernails into his back and press down hard, wanting to leave love marks. I imagine my parents walking into the scene and I must be fucked up because it turns me on, knowing that we might get caught. The tension in my cunt begins to unravel again as I feel my orgasm quickly building up to an undeniable crescendo.

"I'm gonna come again," I say breathlessly.

"Yes, come on my cock," he says gruffly. "Come hard for me."

His words send me over the edge, only this time the orgasm is more intense and powerful. I try not to scream like a banshee, but I can't help it. His cock hits me in the right spot as I spasm violently against him, pulling his hair and moaning his name over and over again as if in a chant. He growls and pounds into me, making my breasts sway and my my hands tremble as I go into yet another orgasm.

"I'm going to come on that pretty face," he says as he grabs a fistful of my hair. "Is that okay?"

"I'll do anything you want," I cry out.

My entire mind shuts down as my cunt tightens around his cock yet again. The sound of our frantic fucking is so fucking hot, it makes my toes curl. He curses and suddenly slips himself out of me to come on my face. I close my eyes and relish the sensation of his warm cum falling on my skin. Some of it falls on my right cheek, my nose, and on my forehead. I hear him panting and then the sound of him getting off the couch before he gently starts wiping the cum from my face.

"Aw," I say in surprise as I open my eyes. "You didn't have to do that. I could do it."

"I know," he says gently. "But you were so good to me. It's the least I can do."

I stare at him in ardent longing. "That was the best sex I ever had."

He smiles sadly. "That's what they all say."

"I'm not lying. No guy has ever made me come so hard and easily like that."

He smirks. "Well, now you know better than to look into your neighbor's bedroom. Don't let it happen again."

I watch him quickly get dressed and a wicked smile takes hold of me as he winks at me before he leaves me.