The Girl Next Door, part two
Read part one here.
The girl next door didn’t come home until it was very late. I know, because while she was gone, I watched him miss her. And by miss her, I mean chat on the phone with his mistress. I’ve seen him call the “other woman” before. My neighbor left him alone too often, and I’ve seen him pick up the phone, still in his terrycloth towel. First, I thought it was an innocent call, perhaps to his mother or a friend. But then I saw him loosen the towel and settle onto the bed. He closed his eyes and his fingers traveled where I imagined mine to be.
Twice, that I saw, she caught him. Hanging up the phone gently, she didn’t seem mad. Instead she pressed herself against him, trailing kisses down his abdomen and peeling back the towel to confirm that it wasn’t his mom on the phone. She teased him with her tongue for but a second before closing her cherry lips around him as he ran his hand through her long, wavy hair. He guided her exactly where he wanted, and she looked up at him as she sucked, asking with her eyes to be dominated.
And today? The curtain was closed. And yet I watched and waited, hoping to catch a glimpse of his defined muscles or her soft, subtle curves. As I undressed, I wondered what it would be like to be her…or him. To be a part of such a sexually dynamic relationship.
Who needs porn? I have neighbors.
Edit from Aurora: I’ve moved! Cum visit me at Between My Sheets!
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September 3rd, 2007 at 12:47 pm
I love watching other people have sex. It’s much better than porn.
September 3rd, 2007 at 1:56 pm
Oh, I agree 100%…anything with a hint of voyeurism is suuuuuch a turn-on!