0 comments/ 42215 views/ 1 favorites Neighborhood Watch By: azwildkitty "What a day!" thought Cameron as she stepped into her apartment and locked the door behind her. She turned on the stereo and kicked off her shoes. She decided against turning on any lights, choosing candles instead. The sun was going down and it would be dark very shortly. Cameron stripped as she went to the bathroom to shower. The hot water flowed down her back as she shampooed her long auburn mane. Slowly and luxuriously lathered her body, starting at her neck and shoulders. Cameron shaved then reached for the showerhead. The water rinsed her skin. She parted her legs and aimed the stream of hot, pulsating water at her pussy. Instantly, she felt the water kiss her clit – waking her senses. The water licked at her pussy lips and probed her hole. Closing her eyes, she leaned against the wall and let her mind walk away from her hectic day and wander through an erotic playground. The water magically transformed and her clit began to swell under the wet, clicking tongue of the beautiful brunette squatting between her legs. Cameron savored the "eating" her pussy was receiving, using her free hand to flick her hard nipples. Just as her knees went weak, she opened her eyes, turned off the water and stepped from the tub. A smile crossed her lips when she anticipated what she was going to do that evening. Quickly, she disposed of her post-shower ritual. The candlelight illuminated her bronzed body as she poured herself a glass of wine, turned up the stereo and grabbed a few necessary items. She felt her skin tingle, a breeze brushed by her as she opened a window. Satisfied she was ready, Cameron walked to the couch and lay down. He sat in a chair next to the window, one hand holding his binoculars and the other stroking his cock. His apartment was pitch black, ensuring his invisibility. He could see her perfectly. He saw her 36DD tits jiggle as she walked about her apartment. "Her body," he thought, "is magnificent!" It was pure luck that he'd seen her coming inform work. He decided to watch her without hesitation. Cameron ran her hands over her body. She rubbed her boobs then rolled her nipples between her fingertips. She licked her lips. One hand inched its way toward her smooth pussy, leaving a trail of fire on her creamy skin. Very casually, she touched herself. She traced the lips, lightly caressed her clit, and then dipped her finger into her hot, wet hole. She could feel how silky her pussy was. He didn't make a sound except for the change in his breathing. He had an enormous, aching hard on. When he saw her dip her finger in that inviting pussy and lick the juices from it, he moaned. "This is unreal!" he thought as he watched his sexy neighbor and masturbated along with her. He was sure she was putting on a show far better than any porno he'd beaten off with. His load threatened to force it's way out of his throbbing, swollen cock. Through his binoculars, he saw her body respond to her touch. Her clit was swollen to the size of a walnut; he watched it dance beneath the circular motion of her finger. His tempo slowed to match hers. His warm go flew through the air but didn't stop his hand, when he saw her back arch, her entire body quivered. "That's much better," Cameron said to herself after she came. She knew there was more fun in store this evening. She took a break, took her glass of wine and a joint out on the balcony. She danced as she got stoned. When her glass was empty, she went inside to fill it and grab her train case. She lit the candle on the table next to the lounge chair before she sat down. Her body projected her excitement. Cameron giggled as she opened the case. He stepped out onto his balcony to get a better view. He couldn't tell what she was pulling from the case but he could see her twat peeing out at him from behind her ass cheeks as she bent over. He watched her lay down and spread her legs. He was glad he'd come outside when he saw that not only was it shaved, that pussy was pierced. He felt blood rushing back into his penis. His nympho neighbor poured oil onto her aroused gash. Cameron massaged the oil into her horny, eager pussy. Then, she reached beside the chair and grabbed the vibrator. After switching it on, she wasted no time putting it on her joy button. She felt the muscles inside her flex. Pussy juice dripped down and moistened her asshole. Cameron raised her hips and tickled her backdoor. Her finger teased her puckered hole. Had it not been for the binoculars, his eyes would've popped out as he saw her pick up the anal beads and push them up her ass, one by one. Next, he witnessed the horny hottie strap a butterfly around her waist, placing the vibrating, winged angel directly over her clitoris and adjust it to her pleasure. She rolled over to her stomach then rose up on her knees. She faced her apartment with her pussy visible to anyone. She felt like she was being watched but she wasn't sure. It didn't matter, the thought alone added fuel to her fire. Cameron was so turned on that she was visibly and uncontrollably shaking. She felt as though she were on the verge of a mind-blowing orgasm. The head of a huge dildo parted her pussy lips as it probed her. Her hips gyrated as she worked her dildo in and out of her hotbox. He shot his load when she'd worked herself into frenzy. He saw the swell of the tide rise within her. Her hips met the thrust of the dildo and the speed of her hand increased. Her hair flew as she threw back her head, licking her luscious lips. She reached up with her free hand and took hold of the string of beads. He watched as she fucked herself silly. He could see her tits swinging and her ass bobbing. Cameron began to orgasm. She thrust the rubber cock harder and deeper into her pussy. The end of it was hitting hard and it hurt so good. She pulled the anal beads slowly. Her hand on the dildo stuffing her felt drops of juice as she squirted with the removal of each bead. He saw her pussy squirt it juice all over the place and her body quiver and shake. When she withdrew the pseudo cock from her dipping cunt and collapsed into a trembling heap, he went inside to bed with the hope he'd see more of his wickedly sexy neighbor. Neighborhood Watch Did you ever see someone for just a few minutes in passing who made such a visual impact on you that you couldn't get him or her out of your mind? This happened to me one recent Monday morning. I saw her for only a few minutes, but absorbed everything in that short time -- her long brown hair twisted in little braids at her temples and clipped around the sides of her head, glasses that gave her an intelligent yet bohemian look, a dark shirt which complemented her moderately sized breasts, and especially her parachute pants and the awesome ass and legs encased in them. I didn't even speak to her or make eye contact, but I couldn't stop thinking about her that whole day at work. In fact, later that day I was thinking about her throughout my entire workout and as I was walking upstairs to take a shower, my cock was growing as I imagined peeling away those parachute pants and finding thong panties beneath. Then I would peel those down, exposing a narrow strip of brown fur and that incredible ass... Standing naked in the bathroom, my cock was sticking straight out and I was over-the-top horny, so I just started stroking away. I never even gave a second thought to the fact that I was standing in front of the window. When I'd had the bathroom done in my house, the contractor had suggested those glass blocks instead of windows, but I wanted big windows that I could see out of and open so I could enjoy the sun and the warm summer breezes. My bathroom window faced my backyard and the alley that ran down the middle of the block behind all of the backyards, anyway. Not too much traffic there. There was some traffic, though, I realized as I caught some movement out of the corner of my eye. As I stroked my cock, I tried to figure out without looking around if it was a person or just a bird or a squirrel. Using only my peripheral vision, it looked like it had to be a person, and I was even more turned on that someone might be watching me, so I came pretty quickly. I didn't want to scare my new admirer away for good, so I just jumped in the shower and tried to think of a way to figure out who had been watching. Maybe if I followed the same routine tomorrow, I could find out. All that night and the next day, I couldn't wait to jerk off in front of my window again to see if the voyeur would be back. I came up with the idea of putting my camcorder in a different window aimed at the spot where I'd seen the movement to see if I could find something out about whoever was out there. Before I headed upstairs for my shower, I turned the camcorder on and aimed it in the direction of a large oak tree where it seemed my new friend had been peeking from. Nobody was there yet, so I went on upstairs already sporting a raging hard-on. I resisted the temptation to look out the window as I stood before it stroking my tool, knowing that if anything was going on out there I'd see it all on video soon enough. I closed my eyes and imagined it was the girl in the parachute pants out there watching me with her hand down inside those pants. I thought about her finger sliding up and down her slit, her hard nipples pressing against her shirt, her tongue sticking out the corner of her mouth and all of a sudden I was shooting my load. I still forced myself not to look out the window and went right for the shower, which ended up being a quick one because I was anxious to see if I'd captured anything on the video. With a towel still wrapped around me, I grabbed the camcorder and hooked it up to the TV as the tape rewound. I pressed PLAY and sat on the couch. In a matter of seconds, she walked into the frame glancing toward the house and stopped at the big oak to stretch. I leaned forward and took a good look at her. I recognized her from the neighborhood; I'd seen her out walking just about every day. She was an older woman, maybe 42, about 5'-4" and in good shape from all that walking. She was wearing black spandex tights and a long-sleeved top that came down just to her waist. Her ass and legs looked great as she pushed against the tree to stretch her Achilles' tendon. She squatted down, as if stretching her thighs, but her gaze never left the direction of my house. Even as she did torso twists, her head remained still. I had to stop and rewind a little bit to confirm what I thought I'd just seen. Sure enough, her hand snuck down between her legs for a quick, discreet rub. After a few minutes, she got up and walked away down the alley and out of sight. I started thinking that if she got pretty worked up watching me, maybe she was on her way home to do the same thing. I devised a plan to try to find out. The next day as I stood in the bathroom window with the camcorder running again in another window, I had my shoes and socks on, pants just below my knees and out of sight from outside and a shirt hanging on the doorknob. I went about my ritual as usual and when I was done, walked casually out of sight, yanked up my pants and pulled my shirt on as I ran down the stairs. I peeked out the back door and could still see her in the distance, so I slipped out and followed her. Three houses down from mine, the alley dead ends at a schoolyard that takes up about half of our block. I saw her turn into the backyard of the last house on the left so I decided to take a walk into the schoolyard, hoping she wouldn't have a reason to look out there. It was the time of year when darkness seemed to come earlier each night, so by the time I got down to the schoolyard, it was a lot darker than it had been while she was watching me. I strolled casually along the side nearest her house, looking over for any lights coming on. There was a light in the back which I assumed to be the kitchen, but I didn't see anything else for a minute or two. Then, a light came on in a basement window, which I barely saw because of the shrubbery around the house. I calmly headed over, trying not to look suspicious, and ducked into the bushes. The window looked into a small bathroom. There was a shower stall to my right, a toilet and sink to my left and straight ahead, the doorway to the laundry room, where the light was coming from. She was standing in the laundry room kicking off her shoes and pulling her top over her head. Her sports bra soon followed, revealing her somewhat small breasts and hard nipples. She hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her spandex tights and down they came along with her panties. I got a great profile view as she was bent over pulling off her tights, panties and socks. Her small breasts swung from her chest and the curve of her ass was magnificent. I wished I was standing behind her with my dick out. I moved back slightly from the window as she turned and walked toward me, giving me a fantastic full frontal view. She was stroking her nipples as she walked into the bathroom and turned on the light. She sat down on the toilet I assumed for a quick pee, but after she'd dropped her wad of toilet paper into the bowl and flushed, she stayed on the seat and both hands went between her legs. She was sliding one finger up and down over her clit while she pumped two more of her slim fingers in and out of her pussy. I realized I could hear her moaning and my dick was rock hard again. As she started rocking her hips, I had my cock out and in my hand and was pumping away again. Her moaning got louder as she started rising up off the toilet, still furiously fingering herself, her nipples sticking out like hard nuggets. Finally, she let out one long, loud moan and settled back on the toilet. Almost immediately, she got up and opened the glass door to the shower and leaned in to turn on the water. I was still jerking my cock, looking at her ass, then, as she stepped under the stream, she turned toward me again giving me another nice full frontal. As she pulled the door shut, I shot my load into the mulch. I could make out her figure through the etched glass of the shower door as she lathered up and continued to watch while tucking my limp cock away. It was a quick shower and I stayed in her bushes watching as she dried off and wrapped a towel around herself. When she left the bathroom and headed upstairs, turning off the light, I carefully snuck out of the bushes and back to the schoolyard. I hung around for a few more minutes watching her windows, but the only lights that came on were behind shades, so I headed home. I reviewed the video when I got home and found her routine pretty much the same, including the quick, discreet rub. An idea occurred to me while I was messing with the camcorder, which I decided to implement the next day. Instead of leaving the camcorder in another window on Thursday, it sat in my backpack with a fully charged battery. I jerked off in the window again, assuming my friend was watching from beside the oak tree. This time when I finished, I yanked my clothes on and grabbed my backpack before heading out the door and down the alley. I lingered in the schoolyard until I saw the light come on in the basement window, then quickly slipped into the bushes. I turned on the camcorder and began recording through the bottom corner of the window as she came down the steps. Again she undressed near the washing machine and I recorded her full frontal as she walked into the bathroom. This time, instead of sitting to pee, she lifted one foot up onto the toilet seat and masturbated as she stood. She played with her nipples before stroking her clit and fingering her pussy. Her eyes were closed and her mouth hung open as she humped her fingers and moaned. When she came, her leg nearly gave out and she had to grab the sink behind her to keep from falling. I kept rolling tape through her shower and as she dried off, finally turning the camcorder off as she ascended the basement steps. My cock was throbbing in my jeans, so I hurried home, connected the camcorder to the TV and jerked off again while watching the tape. I started thinking I could keep this up as long as she could and compile a nice collection of tapes but it occurred to me that with the weather getting colder, I wasn't real enthusiastic about hiding in her bushes freezing my dick off. I guessed that she might feel the same about standing out in the snow behind the big oak to watch me. If we wanted to keep seeing each other, as it were, one of us would have to figure out something and how to implement it. Of course, I knew she was watching, but I doubt she knew that I knew, so it would probably be up to me to figure something out. My schedule for the weekend was different than on weekdays, so we wouldn't be seeing each other again until Monday, which gave me some time to think. If I followed the same routine for a couple of days the following week and found that she was still coming around, I'd need a plan to put in motion. Throughout that weekend, regardless of what else I was doing, I was brainstorming ideas. The best thing, of course, would be the two of us getting together somehow, but it took all weekend to figure out how. I decided if she showed up on Monday and Tuesday and the routine went as usual, I'd make contact with her on Wednesday and somehow propose we move things inside. I was pleased on Monday and Tuesday to be watched again then catch her on videotape. I was nervous on Wednesday and spent most of the day distracted, trying to figure out exactly what to say. About fifteen minutes before she normally showed up at the old oak, I went out there with my rake and pretended to be tidying up. I don't know if she would have stopped if I hadn't looked up and started a conversation with her, but it didn't matter because she did come over and talk to me. "Starting to get a little chilly for walking, huh?" I asked as she approached. She smiled and answered, "Its never too chilly for walking, but it will probably be too dark for me soon." Pretending to be offended I asked, "Are you trying to say my neighborhood isn't safe?" "OUR neighborhood," she corrected, "and I don't think its unsafe, but you never know who or what could be hiding in the dark." "Like, oh I don't know, a peeping tom?" I asked with a devilish grin. She opened her mouth and got an indignant expression as if she was going to deny it, then smiled and looked down. I could almost feel the heat from her blushing. She looked up again and said, "I guess I'm caught, but I'm getting the feeling that I'm not in trouble." I told her that she absolutely wasn't in trouble, that I found it to be an incredible turn on and wanted it to continue, but I didn't want her to have to stand out in the cold and dark. I asked if she'd be interested in a closer up view in a more comfortable environment. Her reaction left no question, so I said "Let's go." She followed me through my backyard to the back door and into the kitchen. My camcorder was already running in its hiding spot, so it was important that I position her just right. I stopped next to the island counter in the kitchen and turned to face her. I was already rock hard just anticipating what was about to happen so when I pushed my jeans down to my knees, my cock sprung out. I had conveniently set a bottle of lotion on the counter next to where I was standing, so I took an handful and began stroking my cock. She never even looked up at my face, just stared at my fist sliding up and down my shaft. As my free hand slipped down to caress my balls, I broke the silence and invited her to touch herself as well. She hooked her thumbs in her waistbands and pushed her tights and panties down to mid-thigh. Seeing her bush, I knew it wouldn't be long before I shot my load. She slipped a finger up and down her slit before focusing on her clit. Her other hand slid up under her shirt where I am sure it found her hard nipples to play with. We each stared, transfixed, at each other masturbating. My orgasm continued to build as I stroked my tool until it finally exploded in a torrent of cum. My first shot hit her hand, the second hit her stomach and the third actually landed in her bush. The impact of the first shot caused her to suddenly orgasm as well and she cried out. We each continued to stroke ourselves until we'd finished cumming. "Oh my God," she said, when she caught her breath, "that was much better than watching from outside." She raised her hand to her mouth and licked off my cum. I told her if she liked this setup, I'd leave my backdoor unlocked and wait for her after her walk tomorrow. She liked that idea and turned to leave after pulling her tights back up. She smiled over her shoulder and walked out the door. I was waiting in the kitchen the next day when she came across the yard and into the house. My camcorder was hidden and recording again so I made sure she was in the right position before I pushed my jeans down allowing my rigid cock to spring free. She pushed her tights and panties down also as I explained that tonight we'd be taking care of each other. She reached out and took my cock in her right hand and began stroking it. I enjoyed her touch for a few seconds before reaching down to touch her bush. I ran my fingers through her pubes and found her slippery lips. She continued to pump while I ran my finger up and down her slit, imitating what she'd done to herself the night before. I then sought out her clit and traced circles around it and slid my finger up and down over it. Her warm grip felt wonderful on my cock and when she slid her hand down to cup my balls, I knew I'd be cumming soon. Based on her movements and noises, I figured she'd be cumming soon, too. I had been looking down at my finger sliding through her bush but looked up at her face to see her eyes closed tightly and her teeth biting her lower lip. Looking back down at her hand sliding up and down my tool, I was about ready to cum when she beat me to it, collapsing forward with her head on my shoulder. She never stopped pumping as she came and pretty soon I was pumping out a load also. I brought my fingers to my nose and inhaled her scent before sucking them into my mouth. She raised her head from my shoulder, I removed my fingers and we began making out. She let go of my cock and wrapped her arms around my neck. I dropped my arms around her back, then down to feel her bare ass. "So, what's next?" I asked as we broke our kiss. "Oh, I've already got that covered," she replied. She explained how she'd encouraged her husband to accept an invitation for a weekend of pheasant hunting. He'd be gone by mid-afternoon tomorrow. We agreed that once I saw her pass behind my house, I'd discreetly follow her and slip into her house. The next evening, knowing I had enough time, I slipped over to her place early while she was out walking and hid my camcorder, recording, by the basement window. I knew I'd end up with hours of useless tape, but it would be worth it just to catch the two of us in action. My plan was to have her go through her normal routine with me following along. I wanted video of us undressing, fucking, showering, whatever. Back in my kitchen, I watched her walk down the alley, glancing my way and winking. I waited a few minutes and followed her. I went into the schoolyard and slipped into her yard from there. She was having a drink of water in the kitchen as I entered through the back door. She set the water down and we embraced, her cold tongue slipping into my mouth. I told her I wanted to start by following her through her usual routine. "My usual routine?" she inquired, raising her eyebrows. I explained to her that she wasn't the only accomplished voyeur in the neighborhood and that I wanted the up close and personal view of what I'd only seen through her window. She agreed and we headed down to the basement. Standing behind her at the washer, I watched as she pulled her shirt off and tossed it into the laundry. When the sports bra came off, I reached around and cupped her breasts, feeling her hard nipples. She backed against me and ground her ass into my bulging crotch. I kissed her neck while playing with her nipples, then let go and backed up, pulling my own shirt off. As she pushed her tights and panties down, I was also lowering myself down so that when they were at her ankles and she was still bent over, I buried my tongue in her pussy from behind. She moaned and reached up to brace herself on the washer, remaining bent at the waist. As I licked and sucked her pussy, I helped her step out of her clothes and she spread her legs a little more. I was able to reach between her legs and fondle her dangling breasts as I ate her out. She was moaning happily as I sucked her clit and lapped up her juices, her orgasm approaching quickly. When she came, I grabbed her and held her as her knees gave out, continuing to eat her until she recovered. We both straightened up and she turned and kissed me, tasting her juices. "Thanks, that was wonderful," she told me. "And now you won't have to take care of yourself in the bathroom," I pointed out. "So maybe I can take care of you instead," she suggested turning and heading toward the bathroom. I pushed my jeans and underwear down, staring at her ass, then followed her with my prick sticking straight out like a divining rod seeking out pussy. She sat on the toilet and reached out for my prick. I moved close to her and she engulfed me in her hot mouth, just as I heard her piss hitting the water in the bowl. I'd never had anyone suck me off while peeing before and found it kind of erotic. When she finished, she wiped and flushed while still sliding her mouth up and down my cock. One of her hands was pumping my cock while she sucked and occasionally slipped down to fondle my balls, her other hand was between her legs. Her mouth felt great on my cock and I just watched as I slid in and out. I was already completely worked up from eating her, seeing her naked and just anticipation so it didn't take much to get to my orgasm, though her mouth certainly was a great help. With my hands on her head, running through her hair, I started pushing my hips in rhythm with her head bobbing. The feeling of pleasure continued increasing beyond what I expected until finally I toppled over the edge and cum shot out of my cock and into her mouth. I groaned out loud and she continued to suck and pump until I was done. Neighborhood Watch She let go of my cock, but was still fingering her pussy, so I figured she must be close enough herself that she wasn't ready to quit. I leaned down and slipped one of my fingers into her as she rubbed her clit. She turned her face up to me and we made out while bringing her to another orgasm. She shuddered and moaned as she came and I could feel the convulsions in her pussy as my finger got wetter from a fresh flow of juices. She stood and opened the shower, leaning in to turn on and adjust the water. We stepped into the somewhat small space, pressed against each other. We soaped each other up well, with me feeling up her tits and ass and running my fingers through her pubes wondering what her pussy would be like shaved. She was running her hands over my chest, arms and ass while playing with my cock and balls until I was well on my way to another raging erection. We rinsed off and stepped out of the shower to dry off, but left the towels on the bathroom floor as we headed upstairs to the bedroom. Then...well, you can probably imagine how we spent the rest of the weekend. Neighborhood Watch Dave had moved into his current house five years ago after his divorce. He was 40 years old, almost 6 feet tall, and a fit 200 lbs. Since his divorce he had dated several women, Linda was his current girlfriend of three months. The house he lived in looked identical to every other house in his neighborhood, nice front and back yards but small side yards that were only about 20 feet between houses. The builder however still allowed some privacy as he only placed windows on the front, back, and South side each house. Dave's house was in the middle of the block with the Cline's on one side of him and the Parker's on the other. Kimberly Cline and her husband Chad were a young couple with a three year old son. They lived on the South side of Dave. Kimberly was a stay at home mom, very sweet and outgoing. Dave treasured her as a neighbor due to her sunny friendly personality, although her pretty face, red hair, slim tight body, and huge DD breasts were quite pleasant to look at too. Chad was an average looking twenty-something workaholic who never seemed to appreciate his gem of a wife. Dave envied him. Jim and Tina Parker lived on the other side of Dave's house. They were a friendly couple with two lovely children, Megan and Jeremy. Jim was 44, 5'9" 175 lbs, and an avid runner. Tina was 41, 5'4", 135lbs dark brown hair, trim body, and 38C breasts that were proportioned just right for her body. Dave felt as though he had watched Megan and Jeremy grow up as they were now 20 and 18 respectively. Megan was slightly taller than her mother but inherited the same great body just packaged tighter. She had straight blonde hair and sparkling green eyes. Jeremy was 5'10" and just over 200lbs. He was an athletic kid who played every sport he could and looked as though he could have any girl he wanted. Thursday: 9:30pm The phone rang at Dave's house and seeing the number was Linda's he answered. "Hi Linda." "Hi Hon, are you busy?" She asked "No, I was just watching the ball game, so what do you need?" He knew she always wanted something when the conversations started with "are you busy". "My nephew Drew is going camping tomorrow and wanted to borrow a camp cook stove, I told him that you had one and I would ask you if he could borrow it." Dave reluctantly replied "Yes, he can borrow it. It is in the attic but I will have it ready for him to pick up tomorrow morning." "Thank you Dave, maybe I will show you my appreciation this weekend." She said seductively. "Is that a promise?" He hopefully asked. "Uh-Huh, you just wait and see. BEEP, Hon my mom is trying to cut in on call waiting; I will talk to you tomorrow. Love you, bye." Linda said as she answered the other call. Dave decided he had better go find the camp stove, so he opened the door to the attic and climbed up the steps. He reached for the string hanging from the light fixture and pulled. The light flashed and then went dark. "Damn light bulb, well I change it later." He grumbled. Fortunately the bright full moon shining in through the attic vent allowed Dave to make his way to the North side of the attic where he quickly found the stove with the camping equipment stored just below the attic vent. As Dave raised his head he noticed while looking through the attic vent, that a light went on next door in an upstairs bedroom of the Parker house. He moved closer to the vent to get a better view. The Parkers never bothered to close the curtains on this bedroom since it was impossible for anyone to peer inside, after all Dave did not have windows on that side of the house. Dave noticed Tina Parker enter the room and immediately pull her top over her head. He quickly opened a storage tote marked "hunting equipment" and began to search. Dave found what he was looking for...binoculars. Using the binoculars Dave peered into the Parker's bedroom. Tina was now only wearing a pair of red panties, her tits were round and full, her pink nipples were hard, and she was laughing. Dave could see Jim Parker in the room without a shirt on and walking toward Tina. The Parkers embraced in a deep passionate kiss. Tina broke off the kiss, dropped to her knees, and unfastened Jim's pants. Jim's semi erect cock sprang out as she removed his pants. Tina placed her fingers in a semi circle at the base of his cock and began to lick up and down the shaft. Dave could see her glance up at her husbands face and while looking him in the eyes she slowly placed her mouth over his cock. Without ever breaking eye contact she pulled his cock into her mouth deeper until he could go no further. Tina effortlessly deep-throated her husband. Dave used one hand and released his own hardening cock from its confinement and began to slowly stroke it. Tina continued to suck her husbands cock until he reached down, pulled her up to his face and kissed her hard. Jim lowered her to the edge of the bed, pulled off her panties revealing a slender patch of dark brown pubic hair. He stepped toward Tina spread her legs, kneeled down and began to lick her inner thighs. Her hands went to the back of his head and pulled his tongue toward her waiting pussy. Jim buried his face in her warm snatch. Dave could see Tina breathing heavier. She took one of her hands and began to rub her tits and pinch her own nipples. Soon her back arched as she instinctively tried to push Jim away but he held her in place and continued to bring her to a well deserved climax. Dave could barely hear her voice as she screamed with pleasure. Jim stood up and pulled Tina's sloppy wet pussy to his rock hard cock and began to push his large cock in slowly. Jim fucked his wife slowly at first then began to speed up. Dave then had a brilliant idea. He reached into the tote again and found an old rifle scope. He looked through the scope and turned up the magnifying power to zoom in even closer. Dave could now clearly see Jim's cock fucking Tina's pussy as if they were only a foot or so away. Jim now backed up and removed his cock. Tina got up, turned around and bent over the side of the bed. Jim stepped forward and again began fucking his wife. Dave noticed that now Jim was using his finger to rub Tina's asshole. Jim pushed his index finger into Tina's asshole up to the knuckle. Dave went back to the binoculars and could see Tina arch up in ecstasy. Jim began to thrust into Tina with more power, and he began to arch his own back. Dave knew he was going to cum. Jim shoved his finger all the way into Tina's ass as he pumped his seed deep into her pussy. Tina was arched up, mouth wide open with a silent scream. Then she just collapsed forward onto the bed removing her husband's cock from her pussy. Dave continued to watch the couple as he furiously pumped his own cock. He could feel his own cum rise within him as he emptied his balls onto the attic wall. Dave watched as Jim exited the bedroom into what Dave knew was the bathroom. While he was in there he noticed Tina reach down between her legs and wipe her slit with her fingers. She then brought the same fingers to her mouth and sucked them dry. A car door shut outside somewhere and Dave looked down to see Megan returning home. "If only she knew what her parents were up to." Dave thought to himself. Dave again returned his attention to the bedroom where he saw Jim return to the room and Tina get up, grab some clothes and a towel. She went into the bathroom and closed the door. Jim still nude lay on the bed, grabbed the TV remote and turned on the television. Dave was just about to put the binoculars down when he saw the bedroom door open again. Megan stood in the doorway looking at her naked father. Jim made no effort to cover himself then said something to Megan that made her smile. Megan walked over toward the bathroom door and placed her ear against it as she held her finger up toward her father. Megan then walked over to the bed where Jim lay and grabbed her father's cock. Dave was stunned. He never imagined this. Megan then bent down and began sucking her dad's limp cock back to life. Jim reached out to fondle his daughter's tit through her shirt. After a minute or so, Megan stood up and removed her shirt and bra very quickly. Dave could not help but ogle the young girl's pink puffy areoles on the full perfectly shaped breast. Megan reached behind her and dropped her skirt to the floor. At first Dave thought she was wearing tan panties but soon realized that young Megan's pussy was completely shaved. She walked close to her father who bent down and licked his daughter's pussy. Megan shoved her father away and then climbed onto the bed and straddled her father's cock. Dave grabbed the scope again to get a closer view. He saw Megan well manicured fingers guide her fathers cock into her bald pink pussy. Megan rocked slowly on her father and then sat her pussy all the way down to completely engulf her fathers cock. Jim sat up and reached his hand around his daughter's ass to assist her in riding his tool. He began rubbing her asshole just like he did with Megan's mother only a short while before. Megan reached back and grabbed her fathers hand and helped him shove his finger into her ass. Dave began stroking his hardening cock again. Megan suddenly lifted off of her father got up walked to the night stand, opened a drawer, and pulled out a condom and lubricant. She then walked back to her father and placed the condom on his stiff cock. She climbed back on him and squeezed some lubricant onto his cock and her fingers. Megan then placed her lubricated fingers in her ass. She then lowered her ass down onto her fathers cock. Slowly she allowed his cock to penetrate her hole. Jim began to thrust his cock slowly in and out of his daughter's anus going deeper each time. Soon Megan slammed her body down thrusting her fathers cock as deep into her ass as it would go. The pace quickened between father and daughter. Dave switched back to the binoculars in time to see Tina, still naked, walk up beside her daughter and fondle Megan's tits. Dave could not believe his eyes or his luck. Mom was not only aware of the incest but was a participant. Megan turned and took Tina's nipple into her mouth. Megan suddenly began to shake, she leaned forward, she stiffened and screamed so loud that Dave could hear her clearly shout "Yes, daddy, yes!" Jim continued to fuck his daughter's ass and then as Megan was regaining her composure he made motion to her. Both Megan and her mother went to their knees on the floor as Jim climbed off the bed, removed the shiny condom and held his cock over their faces. Mother and daughter were cheek to cheek with mouths open as Jim unloaded his cum onto their faces and onto their tongues. Tina and Megan then turned to each other and licked the others face clean. Dave sat down the binoculars and concentrated his own masturbation. Again he stroked himself as he closed his eyes and pictured the events that had burned images into his mind. Soon he sprayed another load of cum onto the attic wall. When Jim opened his eyes looked though the vent and saw Megan's perfect ass walk out the bedroom door and then the bedroom went dark except for the glow of the television. Dave grabbed the camp stove and went back downstairs. He did not know how he would be able to talk to Jim and Tina again without letting on that he knew their secret. He did however know he would be spending a lot of time in the attic. Dave decided to turn in for the night. As he lie there in bed he decided that after Drew picked up the camp stove the next day, Dave would go purchase a camcorder. Neighborhood Watch It was too hot too move and lucky me, I had the day off from work. At least there I would have been in air conditioning. It broke 90 degrees that day. We didn't get many days that broke 90 around here. Sadly my home was not air conditioned in fact; it was almost 100 degrees inside my home. I changed into my bikini so that I'd be wearing as little clothes as possible. Standing in front of my full-length mirror I gazed at the reflection of my pale body. I needed to get some sun. It wasn't exactly the perfect day for that but I had nothing else to do. So I decided to lie out. I slathered my body in tanning lotion, grabbed my lounge chair, a book and a bucket of ice with bottled waters. Then I retired to my back yard. There was at least a nice breeze but it wasn't long before I was a sweaty mess lying out there in that hot sun. I reached for my water to find that the bucket of ice was nearly all melted. I went into the house, took a quick cold shower and refilled my bucket of ice before returning to my chair in the sun. I finished the chapter in my book and set it down. Perhaps tanning had not a wise idea. I was already overcome with the heat again. I looked over to my bottled water and I got an idea. Reaching into the bucket I removed a piece of ice. I placed it on my chest before running it up my neck, shoulders and face. It was so refreshing I closed my eyes in enjoyment. Naughty ideas were coming to mind. I opened my eyes and looked around. The design of my house blocked view of my tanning spot from any neighbors to the right of me. My neighbor on the left was away out of town and her shed blocked any view of my spot from the house behind her. There was only the house behind me to be concerned with. "What are chances," I thought as I reached around to my back and untied my bikini top. But just then I saw a man pass by the window of that house facing my yard and I quickly laid back down. My top was half untied but still covering my breasts when suddenly I realized I didn't care if the man saw me topless. In fact, I kind of hoped that he did. Reaching behind my neck I untied the top strings and pulled the bikini top from my body. I lay back down and closed my eyes but only for a minute. I was becoming incredibly aroused and I wondered if I had been caught. I opened my eyes and looked to the man's window to see if he was there. He was not. I was a little disappointed. I lay for a little while longer before it inevitably felt like it was time for another cold shower. Half forgetting that I was topless I sat up and reached for my water bottle. Out of the corner of my eye I could see him. That man in the house behind me had indeed caught me sunbathing topless and he stood to the side of his window watching. He didn't flinch when I saw him so I assumed that he did not catch me catching him watch. I smiled a little devilish smile to myself as my excitement grew. I reached my hand into the bucket lifting out some of that cold water which I dribbled across my chest. I checked from the corner of my eye; still there. Lying back in my chair I reached my hand back into the bucket, this time grabbing a piece of ice. I again set the ice on my chest but this time, rather than running it up my neck I ran it down and around my breasts in a figure-8 fashion. I checked; still there. The ice was meting fast on my hot body, leaving trails of glistening water. I grabbed a second piece of ice and curiously ran it over and around my left nipple. Expressing some rather exaggerated enjoyment I tipped my head back with a great smile and closed my eyes. When I opened them I checked; still there. And although I couldn't really see anything exactly with him standing half out of view, the undeniable jerking motion of his arm told me that he had begun pleasuring himself while watching my show. I had become incredibly aroused. I finished up that piece of ice on my right nipple, being sure not leave that one neglected. Then I reached for yet another piece of ice, my own body growing hotter with the anticipation of my intentions. I placed that piece of ice on my stomach. Then, covering it with my hand I slid it down under my bikini bottoms and in between my legs. The ice felt amazing on my hot and already wet pussy. I was so excited that I disregard being discreet about checking and I looked directly at the man's window. I was staring at him, my hand in my bottoms, rubbing my pussy with the ice. Realizing that I was not only OK with his watching but enjoying it myself, he moved into full view of the window. I was a decent distance away but there was no mistaking that in his hand he held a huge, thick cock. He started stroking for me. It was crazy! My ice was gone. Before grabbing another piece I untied the side strings to my bikini bottoms. I didn't take them off, just created more easy access. I reached into the bucket and grabbed another piece of ice. Thrusting my hands between my legs my bottoms were barely in place. The towel beneath me was soaked! I was incredibly wet with both melted ice and my own cum. I pushed the ice inside my pussy, sliding a finger in to push it farther. I checked; still there and still stroking. The whole scene was so incredibly hot that I lost all sensibilities. I pulled the bikini bottoms from my body and threw them aside. I grabbed another piece of ice, the largest one left. Spreading my legs wide for him I teased my own clit with the ice while staring at him wantonly; grinning playfully. He jerked forward abruptly and I saw something hit his screen. I giggled. He disappeared from the window. Lying back in my chair I casually finished myself off. And then I laid there a little longer, just enjoying the feel of that cool breeze blowing across my entirely exposed and refreshingly relaxed body. Neighborhood Watch My little shriek certainly startled my husband, and when I dropped behind our bed, he must have wondered if something terrible was wrong with me. Before he could cross the room, I was urgently telling him, "The drapes! The drapes!" Ross stopped and looked at the floor-to-ceiling windows that overlook our backyard, but he did not know what was so upsetting to me. "Grant and Eve are over there," I said, as if that fact would immediately clarify matters. Ross came closer and knelt by me, still wondering if I needed help. I had only minutes before come home from the bank where I worked and was changing clothes. Ross was on the other side of the bedroom, on the computer, paying bills. We had come upstairs together, turned on the lights, and were talking about our day. No different from so many other evenings. Then, after taking off my dress and hanging it up, I was stepping out of our walk-in closet, and my eye was caught by lights across the way. In their similarly designed home, our neighbors Grant and Eve were in their bedroom, and he was looking toward our house. I saw that he noticed me. That is, noticed me wearing only a flimsy bra and matching panties, so I shrieked and dropped to hide myself behind the bed. Before I could explain all this to Ross, my cell phone rang. Ross retrieved it from my purse and handed it to me. It was Eve. "Nora, we're so sorry if we startled you. Please don't think we were peeping deliberately. It was a coincidence we were there. I'm surprised it hasn't happened before, we've been neighbors so long." "I'm alright. It was a bit of a surprise, though. And you mustn't think I left the drapes open and was showing off deliberately either." "Well, we'd hardly think that of you, but so what if you did? What's a little underwear among friends? But I hope you'll come to the window so we can apologize fully." Ross was looking across the way and motioning to me. "Come over here, Nora." "What's going on?" I asked Eve. "Just get over to the window so you can see." I scooted over so I would be out of sight as I came closer, hidden behind Ross and peeking around his shoulder. What I saw was Eve standing by their windows, and Grant was beside her with his arm around her waist. She was wearing a red bra and matching panties, and she was waving at us. The phone was still in my hand. "Okay?" she asked. "All even?" I could hear Grant in the background saying, "Yeah, we want our bank account to balance." "Eve, you didn't have to—," but I stopped when Ross stepped aside, put his arm around my waist, and waved back. I tried to shrink as much as possible, clutching my arms tightly to myself and twisting one leg over the other. Over the phone, I could hear Grant yell, "Stick 'em up," a joke greeting he often used with me ever since he learned I worked at the bank. Partly because Eve looked relaxed even though her bra and panties were quite skimpy, partly because of Grant's joke, and partly because of my husband's encouragement, I relented and briefly straightened up and waved back with both hands. It was just a moment, though. My breasts are a B cup, but my bra fit very snugly, and I knew that it and my and panties were thin enough to show my nipples and the shadow of my pubic hair. Almost unable to get the words out, I stammered, "Yes, yes, we're even," and I hung up and scurried to switch off the light and return to our closet to finish getting changed. Ross found my little panic most amusing. And I bet he found Eve's lingerie quite diverting as well. He thinks I should feel blessed with my slender build, and has encouraged me to wear clothes that flatter my figure. I do not feel the same confidence I may have felt about my body when I was still in my twenties, and I certainly do not have a careless attitude about showing off, even a little. However, , I have reached a kind of compromise with my husband in that my outerwear is rather conservative, but my underwear is meant to satisfy him. Only him, I thought. Although Ross and I knew the neighbors on our block well, until the last year, we'd had only a nodding acquaintance with Grant and Eve. Our street curved in such a way that four houses looked back on the common lot that they surrounded. Our house backed up to Grant and Eve's almost directly, leaving probably no more than 100 feet between our houses. The house next door (empty when the old "snowbirds" fled to Florida) would be at an angle to theirs, and the house two doors down would look on to the side of Grant and Eve's. In that house two doors away, my sister, Amy, lived with her husband, Jerry, both of them a couple years younger than our mid-thirties. All four of the houses had similar designs, including plenty of floor-to-ceiling windows. In particular, such windows were in every master bedroom and its attached bathroom. As for Grant and Eve, we became closer friends with them after an unusual event. A break-in occurred a few blocks away, and it brought several neighbors together to form a block watch program. At the meetings, Ross and I met Grant and Eve, and they joined our circle of neighborhood friends along with Amy and Jerry. Another event brought us together with them again, and indirectly, it led to my accidental exposure. In the late summer after that break-in, Hurricane Ike occurred. We live far from the Gulf coast, yet the winds from that storm passed through several mid-western states, causing a great deal of damage. Like many others in the vicinity, we had damage to our roof, and we lost a large sycamore tree from our backyard. Its removal and clean-up involved Grant and Eve because many of the tree limbs fell into their yard. I recall now that Grant said at the time something like, "I guess we'll being seeing more of each other now." I laughed then, a little weakly. Perhaps he understood that his comment might be misconstrued, so he added, "I'll never be able to stick up your bank because you'll recognize me." I missed that tree in ways I perhaps did not realize. Over the years, I had grown accustomed to being unconcerned about anyone seeing into our bedroom while I changed clothes after work. That tree had provided a curtain as well as shade. Yet, at first, even after its removal, I was coming home and getting changed while it was still light outside. With the lights off in our bedroom, I was secure in my privacy and never closed the drapes. In my habits, what I had neglected was the change in our clocks, when we "fall back" and evening darkness comes an hour earlier. That night, the Monday right after turning the clocks back, I had absent-mindedly put on the lights and begun undressing without a thought as to view into our bedroom. I still feel a wave of embarrassment at the thought that, even before I noticed them, Grant and Eve may have been watching when I unzipped my dress and took it off. My embarrassment did not lessen despite Eve's attempt to offer restitution. I supposed that I could not expect Ross to feel similarly bothered, but I would have preferred if he had not shown such enjoyment, not only of Eve's display, but my own as well. Over dinner, he tried to reassure me, "No harm done, Nora. And anyway, your bikini top is no bigger." "Please. You are not going to get away with that line about how bras and panties are no different than swimming suits." "But what if it's true? If you want, we can measure, but I'm positive that your bra covers as much as your bikini top." "The issue is not coverage so much as material. If panties are just the same as swim suit bottoms, why do so many men get such a thrill from looking up a woman's skirt?" Ross had no quick answer, and I pressed further, "And are you going to tell me that you would be just as pleased to see me come to bed in a short flannel gown rather than the gown you bought for me last Valentine's Day?" "Well, no, but we're not talking about the same coverage anymore. That Valentine's gown may have the same length as this supposed flannel gown, but I can see through the gown I bought you." "My point exactly. You can see through my bra and panties too. And now that I think of it, you also bought that set for me." "Alright, I defer to your superior arguments. But it's still no big deal. From that far away, I doubt Grant could tell the difference between your underwear and your bikini." "Perhaps, but it's not that far away. You know how you once remarked that we could almost read their newspaper when they had breakfast on their patio. Anyway, I would have felt better if my underwear had a bit more material." Ross reached over and caressed my breast. Leaning closer to kiss me, he whispered softly in my ear, "Actually, your breasts have such lovely, dark, big nipples, maybe he didn't know if you had a bra on at all" He was teasing, and although I was laughing as I slapped his hand away, I knew his remarks were true, and I felt even more self-conscious again. I would like to say that I put the whole incident out of my mind, but that wouldn't be true. In fact, I found that my mind was wandering a lot the next day, mostly thinking about and reliving my unintentional exposure. And I also kept thinking about my underclothes. The sun had already been up when I dressed that morning, meaning I did not need to turn on any lights. I allowed myself a quick glance and felt a twinge of guilt for noting that I couldn't see into Grant and Eve's room either. Then, without giving it a lot of consideration, I selected my bra and panties for the day. The bra was not as thin, but it pushed my breasts up and together more, making my B cups look like C cups. The panties were lacey boy shorts, leaving the lower third of my bottom uncovered. Dressed and sitting at my desk at work, however, I was giving that selection more consideration. Specifically, I was wondering what it would be like for Grant to see me in that bra and panty set. Of course, I knew that he couldn't see me that way if I simply closed the drapes, or left the lights off, or changed clothes in the closet. To my wandering mind, though, those simple solutions did not seem so obvious. The scene that I couldn't get out of my mind was instead of me removing my blouse and skirt like I had no choice but to be seen while I undressed. Afterall, the wind knocked the tree down, so I could not control whether anyone had a view of our bedroom. This was silly, of course, but I wouldn't admit it to myself then, and clearly my feelings of embarrassment were mixed with excitement. That night, I at first acted like I was being more careful. When I entered our bedroom, I did not turn on the lights right away. Without bills to pay or other business on the computer, Ross was not in the bedroom before me, so I did not have to explain why I was looking across the way to see if Grant and Eve would have their bedroom lights on again. One part of me remained embarrassed about the previous night, another part was curious. Eve certainly could have apologized without stripping down to her underwear. I cannot say what I hoped to see when I glanced in their direction. In fact, I did not see anything. It was then that my actions seemed to take place ahead of any thoughts, as if I was acting under some irresistible influence. I turned on the bedroom lights. I did not close the drapes. I went in the closet and brought out the clothes I wanted to wear the rest of the evening and set them out on the bed. As if I was doing nothing out of the ordinary, I stood at the end of the bed, in the center of our bedroom, and took off my blouse. I dropped it on the bed and began to unzip my skirt. I was not wearing stockings, so when I stepped out of my skirt, I was wearing only the bra and panties. I was acting out the scene that had overwhelmed my mind all day. Of course, there was another element to that scene. Were Grant and Eve at their window looking at me? Was Grant able to see me in the bra and panties that, if I would admit it, I had chosen for him to see? I tried to move naturally, as if in no hurry. Undressed that much, I knew I could not go further, and I did not take off anything else. Acting casual, I turned toward the windows. Wanting to sneak a look to see if my neighbors were there, instead I saw myself, reflected in the glass. Stunned by the sight of my near nakedness, I was yet aware of the light in the background. They had to be there. Even though I did not shift my focus to them, Grant and Eve could see me. That realization made my heart race. I had to overcome my impulse to shriek and hide like the night before, and continue pretending I was unconscious of the show. As I turned my back, I knew I was still acting out of divided motives. My nerves wouldn't let me take much more of seeing my body in the reflection, yet I was also letting Grant observe how the panties provided only scanty covering of my bottom. That was when Ross came into the room. I did not hear him on the steps, and when he entered the room, I was still undressed. "You forget the drapes?" "Oh, yeah," I said. "I guess I did." At the time, I figured I was lucky that he didn't stay that long. He did give me an appreciative look as he dropped some papers on the desk and left. Now, of course, I know he was just being cool and trying not to intrude on my reverie. When I was dressed, I turned off the light and went downstairs. My hands were shaking, and I felt a little light-headed, barely able to follow what Ross was saying to me. I could not say how or why I changed my mind in the space of one day. That is, I knew that I had mixed feelings about being seen undressed, but I could not say why I let the curious side of my mind overcome the embarrassment and dictate my actions. Perhaps I told myself that I had maintained some sense of modesty by stopping short of getting nude. In any case, over the next few days, I repeated my undressing and dressing act. My underclothes those days included see-through bras and panties, and even one pair of thong panties. And I knew that Grant was watching. Without a doubt, my curiosity about whether I would deliberately undress in front of Grant was answered. Eventually, my curiosity about Grant and Eve grew as well. I wondered what they were doing.