A Neighbour To Die For
Introduction:
Shy James had lusted after his neighbour for months, but one day all his birthdays come at once when she puts on a show for him
He put his feet up, took another sip as his mind went straight back to Jennifer, despite his efforts to think of something else. Every time he thought of her or saw her, he felt a tingling in his balls and a twitching in his cock. She drove him crazy just by being there. Not long after she and her family had moved in, she had been out in the front fixing up the garden and had seen him return from the gym wearing a Canadian t-shirt he had bought on a recent visit there. She had waved hello to him and come over to introduce herself…just seeing her walk towards him made him aware how much he wanted to know her. Her breasts swayed and jiggled slightly as she walked, two magnificent breasts that promised such warmth, comfort, sensuality, sensations, pleasure. She asked him about his trip to Canada, told him her favourite writer was Margaret Atwood and James couldn’t believe his luck. His work was involved with literature, he had read 4-5 Atwood novels and enjoyed them, so that gave him a reason to talk to her and something to talk about. He was quite shy around women and normally found it very hard to maintain a conversation with a woman he didn’t know. Over the last few months they had discussed several of Atwood’s novels; James enjoyed telling her about Canada as well as about Toronto where Atwood lived. Her comments on the novels stimulated him too, making him want to rediscover some novels he had read years ago.
However, James always ended up feeling like a bit of a hypocrite while talking to her. He had to force himself to look her in the eyes because if he didn’t, his eyes would go straight to her breasts. The whole time he was talking to her about intellectual topics, all that was going through his mind was how much he wished he could reach out and touch, feel, squeeze those exquisite tits, wondered what her nipples looked like, her aureoles, pictured sucking on them. Sometime she would bend down briefly to pick a weed from the garden and he would see her mouth-watering cleavage, with the nipples just hidden from view by her bra; James would have to pick up her eyes with his as she stood up or he would have been lost…But then her eyes!!! Deep brown eyes with such a sparkle, the original Brown-Eyed Girl. The cliche about drowning in her eyes kept running through his head…he was mesmerised by them. Once or twice he had spoken to her as she was going out with her make-up and lipstick on. Those lips were so inviting. His eyes would flick from her eyes to her lips, dying to just lean into her, to softly place his lips on hers, taste them, feel the flesh of them as their lips separated…If only she knew the thoughts in his head. While he was prattling on about the Rosedale area of Toronto where Atwood lived and the realistic psychology of protagonists, the whole time pictures of him making love to her, fucking her, were racing through his head. This evening he had seen her arrive home and go out to the mailbox to collect her mail and had stared from inside his house at the curve of her ass and the way it moved as she walked, wanting to feel that ass in his hands as he feasted on her lips…
He shook his head and took another sip of wine. He hadn’t seen Jennifer’s hubby for a day or so and guessed he must be away on business. James picked up the remote and switched on the TV. SBS had a sexy French film on tonight and he was hoping he would at least get to see some nice bare breasts, or maybe a plump, curvy ass or two. As he took another sip, a light flashed in the corner of his eye; he turned his head and saw Jennifer enter her upstairs bedroom. Immediately his mind began racing with visions of her stripping off, flashing him, calling him over to fuck her…again he shook his head and told himself to stop thinking like a 16 year old kid. However, despite himself, he tried to look over at her without turning his head and making it obvious he was looking. He fully expected her to draw her curtains if she was going to undress for bed, but she didn’t. She stood in front of her mirror for a minute turning slightly from side to side and looking. James couldn’t help himself and turned his head fully to get a good look. As he did, Jennifer pulled the blouse out from her shirt and began to undo the buttons.
He couldn’t believe this was really happening. At first he was frozen in his staring position for a minute. Then he quickly looked away, realizing that if she chose to, she could easily see him in her mirror…it never occurred to him that she may well have been aware of his being there. He glanced over again and she was removing her blouse, standing there in her bra and skirt. It was more than James could stand. He jumped up, switched off his lights, ran to the front room of the house switched the lights on there and came back into the other room, shutting the door behind him, so that no light was entering where he was. He then made his way as fast as he could in the dark to his bedroom where he retrieved his binoculars, came back and saw that Jennifer had since removed her skirt, and he had the most delightful view of her panties clinging to her ass…he longed to be those panties, to be that bra, to cup that warm sensuous flesh of hers in his hands, to drown in the sensations. His mouth was dry and he swallowed hard as he brought the binoculars up to his eyes and adjusted them for the clearest picture. He felt like a kid about to see a pair of breasts and a pussy for the first time; he was out of his mind with excitement and his cock showed it. He undid towel, let it fall, and with his free hand, stroked his hardon. He thanked God for the hot day and the southerly, thinking that must be the reason Jennifer had not closed her curtains and that she had simply forgotten that he could see right into her bedroom from his house.
Jennifer reached out and picked up a comb from the dresser and began to brush her hair for a few minutes. James took his hand off his demanding cock and used it to steady the binoculars; he was like a kid in a lolly shop wanting everything at the same time, his gaze constantly moving from her breasts to her ass and back. He thought about the bra cupping those beautiful tits, the soft fabric caressing them as he wished his hands could do. Then he focused on her ass, thinking about the way her panties clung to it, followed its curve, wishing he could trace that same curve with his hand, squeeze the lovely warm flesh. His hand dropped to his cock again, gave it a few more strokes; he ran his fingers lightly under his scrotum, imagining it was Jennifer’s fingers gently caressing his balls. Just then she put the comb down, looked at herself in the mirror for a second or two, then reached behind herself to unhook her bra. He held his breath, couldn’t believe he was actually going to see those delicious objects of his fantasies for real…She unhooked it and slid the straps down her arms, pulled it free and dropped it…there they were in all their glory!!! He breathed again, only a shallow breath because of his excitement, grabbed his cock fiercely with his right hand again, ran it up and over the head, got some precum and rubbed it around the head, making himself gasp with pleasure at the sensation, never taking his eyes from the two beautiful, mounds of incredible tit flesh.
“Jesus, what a pair of tits”, James thought to himself. She had dark nipples, probably dark brown, James thought, and big dark aureole. As he ran his hand up his cock and around the head again, he made a little sucking motion with his mouth, almost unconsciously, as he stared at those nipples standing out against the aureole, nipples like crowns on the glory of her tits. Even though he was seeing them second hand, so to speak, in their reflection in the mirror, their beauty and erotic appeal was overwhelming. He got some more precum on his two fingers (he had a river of it coming out now) and ran it up the underside of his cock, groaned slightly at the intense sensation. He tried to concentrate on soaking into his brain all the beauty of her breasts. They were very large, hung down slightly with their points just begging to be sucked…they looked so warm, so inviting, so comforting, so full of pleasure for the man lucky enough to feel them, suck on them, bury his face in them.
Excitement was making his mouth so dry; he swallowed, put the binoculars in his lap under his hardon, took his eyes off Jennifer for a split second to grab his glass of wine, spilled a bit down his front in his haste to get his eyes back on her, slipped some down his throat. She was obviously checking out her own figure, turning sideways and looking in the mirror, giving him a direct look at each breast as she turned from side to side…she faced the mirror again, took each nipple between her thumb and forefinger and pulled and squeezed them for a second, making them harden and stand out more, and making James unable to resist a few more strokes on his cock as he gazed in lust at what he was sure must be the fantastically tasty nipples. Jennifer lifted her tits with her hands under them and once more turned slightly from side to side; a little whimper escaped as he thought about how those tits must feel, so near yet so far…
James got more precum onto his hand, then rubbed around the head of his cock again as images danced in his brain of her tits in his hands and in his mouth. He tried to slow down his stroking; he didn’t want to get too close to cumming until he was sure his private show was over. He was hanging out for her to remove her panties, but was not very hopeful he would be that lucky. In any case, he already felt as though he had died and gone to heaven. His binoculars brought her breasts so tantalizingly close, made them seem so near, just out of reach, so suckable, so breathtakingly large and beautiful and made for caressing. Jennifer bent down briefly to pick up her bra and as she did so her breasts swung slightly, causing another groan to escape his lips as he longed to touch them, squeeze them.
She dropped the bra on the dresser in front of her, then suddenly slipped her thumbs inside her panties, pulled them down and stepped out of them. James held his breath momentarily, almost forgetting to breathe from the shock of his wish suddenly being granted, as though Jennifer were reading his mind. Unable to stop himself, he gave his cock several strokes, rubbed more precum on the head of his cock and savoured the sensations as his eyes fixed on the patch of dark hair at the base of her abdomen, then switched to the curve of her incredible ass. He wanted to push his cock against that warm inviting ass, as he ran his hands around her front to let them feast on her tits. He let out three groans in quick succession, almost like crying whimpers as the image played in his mind while he played with his cock. He moved his eyes back to her pussy, was delighted to see she didn’t follow the modern trend of shaving, was excited by the patch of trimmed pussy hair, and by the mysteries it both promised and hid.
She bent down quickly again, this time to retrieve her panties, and as she did, James got the briefest of glimpses of her pussy lips, then she picked up her bra as well and moved out of the sight of his vision. He thought his private show was over, was grateful for having had the chance to see her exquisite body so erotically revealed to him, when she unexpectedly came back into his vision. She walked to her bed, put the pillows up and flopped down on her back, making her breasts jiggle and making him stroke his cock and groan in lust. She lay with her head slightly raised, her legs bent and open slightly. if he had not been so fixated on her pussy and tits, James would have noticed an implement on the bed beside her. He could not settle his eyes in one spot, kept moving from her breasts to her pussy, trying to take in everything, to fix this image of erotic beauty in his mind to be stored away for endless sessions of masturbation…but unbeknownst to him, the best was yet to come. What he was about to see was beyond his wildest dreams.
Jennifer lay down on the bed with her back resting on pillows, so that she was partly propped up. She seemed to be lost in thought for a moment as she just lay still with her eyes closed. James adjusted the focus of the binoculars to make his view of her pussy crystal clear. Her legs were bent at the knees and as he watched, she parted them slightly. “Like the outside gates hiding the treasure within”, thought James, and the pussy lips he was now looking at with hungry eyes seemed like the inner gate to the ultimate prize. He instinctively licked his lips, ran his tongue around them, imagining he was placing his tongue at the bottom of her pussy and running it slowly up the middle of her lips, parting them, tasting her…The pussy hair again attracted his gaze…he felt like a virgin again, seeing his first pussy, so excited by that dark triangle of soft hair, that promised delights below. Her pussy lips were easily visible, so inviting. He put some saliva on his hand, mixed it with some of the precum dripping abundantly from his cock, and stroked his cock with it, imagining now that he was sinking his cock into the delicious pussy before his eyes, imagining the saliva and precum as her wetness, imagining his fist as the tightness of her, imagining how warm and welcoming her pussy must feel. Suddenly she shifted on the bed and his gaze was drawn to her breasts. Jennifer was slowly caressing her own breasts, running her hands over her nipples, squeezing them, then returning to the caress again. He let out yet another moan as he watched her breasts move under her hands, his own hands aching to replace them. Her face looked lovely, mouth just very slightly open and a look of arousal beginning to appear in her features. James got more saliva and precum in his hand, made a tunnel of his fist, kept it fixed, and moved his cock back and forth in its grip, closed his eyes momentarily as images flashed through his head—kissing Jennifer on those beautiful slightly parted lips, caressing her breast as he did so, Jennifer opening her mouth to take in his cock, licking and sucking it…
When he opened his eyes, she was squeezing one of her nipples with one hand and with the other she was gently rubbing her pussy. She ran her index and forefinger around and up and down over her outer lips, slowly, softly. She stopped squeezing her nipple and now seemed to concentrate on the sensations coming from her pussy. Her hips began to undulate slightly, to shift from side to side a little, causing her breasts to jiggle. Her mouth made a shape that suggested she was expelling air in a soft moan, and he matched her with a groan of his own. Like a flower opening to display its beauty, Jennifer’s pussy lips parted slightly as they became more and more aroused. She slipped a finger into her pussy, then two, slowly finger fucked herself for a minute, pulled the fingers out and rubbed in small circles around her clit, but not quite on it. James stroked his cock furiously for a 20-30 seconds, and whimpered the words “Oh, Fuck”, wishing so much that he could be her hands, needing to cum so badly, yet wanting to hang on till the experience of his life was finished, wanting to cum when he saw her cum.
Jennifer began to move more on the bed, to squirm a little more, raise her hips a little more, moving into the sensations she was so obviously feeling, her breasts jiggled, moved, her face so erotic in its expression of arousal. She was rubbing 4 fingers all around her lips now, occasionally going down and slipping a few into her pussy. James could see the pussy juice glistening, could see the pink flesh of her pussy, his cock aching to replace her fingers and to explore the wet, warm walls of that pinkness. She rolled over on her side slightly, blocking his view and he groaned his disappointment at being deprived of the most exciting scene of his lifetime. But in a moment she rolled back and her saw that she had put two fingers on either side of her clit, pulled the hood back and was rubbing around her clit with her other hand. She was vision of erotic beauty, seemingly lost in lust and transporting James to a level of lust he had never known before, as she thrashed around on the bed. The shape of her mouth and its movements showed she was moaning and groaning and expressing her lust through sound as well as the movements of her body. He wished he had one of those spy listening devices to hear what must be sounds as beautiful as the vision of her face and her body.
Just then he noticed she reached for something beside her. He had not seen it before in his excitement, but realized it was a vibe. James stopped breathing for a second in anticipation of what she was about to do, licked his lips in greedy lust. Jennifer pulled open her lips, placed the vibe at her pussy entrance and slowly inserted it, fucked herself with it for a few strokes, them moved the vibe up and around her lips and onto her clit. She pulled its hood back again and went for it. She was now writhing frantically on the bed, seemed to be mumbling, moaning and talking to herself in a kind of chant, rotating her hips, her magnificent tits rolling around. Her whole body shook, she bucked her hips up and to James it seemed as if she let out a long “ooooooooooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh”. Dennis couldn’t take any more. He put down the binoculars. He got a good mixture of saliva and precum on his hand ran it up and down his cock and around the head several times, then jerked his cock hard up and down, up and down, up and down, with that fist, his eyes still taking in the beauty of Jennifer’s body as she came down from her orgasm. Images lasting only a second each ran through his head one after another as his own climax came on him—sucking her nipples, feeling those gorgeous tits in his hands, feeling the warm soft curve of her ass, squeezing its scrumptious flesh, his cock being sucked inside the warmth of her mouth, his cock plunging into the welcoming warmth of her pussy, its tightness and its attempt to hang on to it as he withdrew for another push inside, the incredible pleasure her pussy walls were giving him—he felt that indescribable feeling of sensational pleasure in his cock, the kind you get just before you cum, and then he came in wave after wave of pleasure more intense than anything he had felt before.
He took a moment to come down from that place where the world was centred in his cock and looked across. Jennifer was getting out of bed and walking slowly to her window. She put her arms up high against the frame, pushed herself against it briefly, so that her breasts were flattened slightly, moved back. James thought for a moment that she was looking right at him; she seemed to give a tiny smile, then slowly drew her curtains closed.
