The Dirty Neighborhood Voyeur and I

I Take Care of the Dirty Neighborhood Voyeur

 

I know what to do about the dirty neighborhood voyeur.  Keep your curtains drawn. I could always hear my mom issue that gentle reminder. Remember our neighbor’s room overlooks yours. I know this. All too well too. Living in a gated community with houses that were all similar did that for us. So my room was in the direct line from my neighbors. What she doesn’t know though is that we share an unspeakable bond. Don’t we? I know exactly what you need and when you need it too.

I hear her, all the time. S0, she never thinks you should have the right to anything. She is seemingly constantly at odds with our dirty neighborhood voyeur about something or the other. But this is where I try to make you feel good as much as I can. You turn your room lights off and think I don’t know you’re at your window. I make sure my lamplight shines on my fair skin before I slide my robe from my shoulders. For you. And I know you love this about me. That I take care of you in this way.

Watch as my hands slide toward my pulsating pussy. Contracting constantly forces the juices waiting inside out for me. My fingers greedily pull at it creating a sheet of jelly over my clit. I can feel the warmth it creates between my most intimate areas. And it’s all because I know you’re there…watching me. So I sometimes catch a glimpse of you shoving your hand in your sweats. I got you hard, I know it. Now I want the cream you have within me. Your wife does not deserve it. To have such a man going to waste should be a crime.

It’s become our nightly routine for the dirty neighborhood voyeur.

So I feed your urge to see and you feed my urge to feel the burn of your stare. I’ve climaxed now what feels like hundreds of times in the same situation. Last night was particularly risky. We started while your wife was still awake and doing laundry. I left my room light on too. I wanted you to see me ride my pillow naked while playing with my tits and looking at your face.

Curtains drawn. All day and night. So I want something more now. I could give you the uncomfortable mistress inspection. I want your physical meat inside of my tight wet space. Spilling your seed inside of my wanting love hole would be such a pleasure for me to experience. And I catch a glimpse of you pacing by your window. So you’re wondering where the hell I am, aren’t you? Loving the anxiety it’s building up for you is making me insane with pleasure. So the dirty neighborhood voyeur becomes the victim of his own shenanigans. Alighting from behind my curtains you look up hungrily as if you would willingly rip my body to shreds if I were beside you.

Then pointing towards the shed you had in your backyard, you knew exactly where I would be in just a short time. So you knew I’m sure that I am very serious. You knew that if you don’t you may just lose me forever. It would be up to you now just how this plays out. So running across my room I slid myself in my knee-length summer dress. No bra, no panties. Looking in the mirror I decided to release my bobbed-length hair nestled on my shoulders.

So for years and never been mended, never needed to.

We never lived badly with any of our neighbors. You would be no different. Walking over to your shed, I gently opened the door not sure if it would make a sound. It was dark. But I liked the dark. So we could only rely on the moonlight strobing in from the open door. A figure walks up, I can see the shadow and I grow increasingly wet. My heart is beating faster and faster.

So I saw the image of your wife stepping forward. The true dirty neighborhood voyeur.  Next,  she explained how she knew her husband had been watching me for months. And how she would catch glimpses of me from any window facing my room that would capture the moments I played with myself. So it was her turn to have me. Shoving me into a table filled with tools she lifted my dress and gently separated my pussy lips with her fingers. I was pouring cream at this point and I could hear her slurp every bit of it. I came and came and came in her mouth that night. When I could finally stand straight again, we both turned to the gaze of her husband at the door.

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