I’m not sure if I’ve ever described my current house, the one I eventually bought after my ex-wife and I split up. It is a large townhouse in a small, newly built development in my town. Big townhomes — four bedrooms, with a lower level garage with entrance to the house, and a back patio entrance with a sitting area, which became my “man cave.”
The mid/main floor has the front door entrance, the kitchen and a living room and two bedrooms — one is mine and one serves as my office. My master bath has a large sunken tub and a big walk-in shower. The 3rd floor has two more bedrooms and a bath and small loft that looks down into the mid-level living area below. There are only 8 units – four buildings which each have two units. The buildings are separated by a small walkway, just wide enough for a trash can or a bike.
My master bedroom has two big windows that face the front, and one small window that faces the walkway and the building next door. If you are facing my building, my house is on the left.
The house across the walkway was owned by a local businessman who rented it. My former neighbor across the walkway moved away, and in moved a young single mom with her son, about six years old. I guessed her to be about 40 or so. Short with blonde hair, smallish tits from what I could tell, and a nice round ass that comes from childbirth and motherhood. Very pretty face. I considered her pretty hot, about a seven or 8.
I introduced myself one day while we were both out front. Her name is Trisha and she works in a local nail salon. I wondered (silently) how she could afford to rent this place. That’s all the pleasantries we exchanged, and over the next few weeks I saw very little of her. It seemed that she had almost exclusive custody of her son because he always seemed to be there, and I never saw any kind of father pick him up or drop him off. They’d leave in the morning, come back in the evening, and that was about it.
As I said, my bedroom has that small window facing the other building, where Trisha now lives. I always kept the shade on that window up, and since the day I first moved in, I never once saw the shade on the opposite window open. I had no idea if all of the houses were constructed with the same blueprint, so I figured the room opposite my bedroom was the guest room that no one was using. On occasions when I had a “friend” over for fun, my shade might get pulled down, but more often than not it stayed up. It was almost like the window wasn’t there.
If you’ve read my stories thus far, you know I’m a pretty horny guy. When I’m not getting regular sex, I masturbate fairly regularly, maybe two or three times a week. I had been in about a two month dry spell after Donna, and I’d masturbate about two mornings a week before I got out of bed, and maybe in the afternoon occasionally if I was working from home and feeling in the mood.
One day, late afternoon on an early Spring Saturday, I was doing some yard work in the back, weed whacking and cleaning patio furniture. The yards were small but we did have a small patch of grass and a ground level patio at each unit. Trisha happened to be out back as well, and she called out to me to ask if I could help remove a dead squirrel from her yard.
With a smile I said, “Sure, but what’s in it for me?”
She smiled and answered, “How about a cold beer?”
“Sold!” I replied, and I went through the gate in my back fence and through her gate. I removed the squirrel with a shovel and put it in a trash bag and threw it in her trash can.
“Done,” I said, “now how about that beer.”
She went inside and came out with two cold ones, and we popped the tops and sipped them while we chatted. I asked about her son, and she said that he spent every other weekend with his dad, some deadbeat loser with no job and no car, so she had to drop him off and pick him up. I learned that she was 41, son was seven, and she had recently split with her husband, now renting this pace from her father’s best friend at a deep discount until she could afford to buy something.
We finished our beers and she asked, “Do you want to come back later for another one, after I’ve cleaned up and had dinner?”
“Sure, demetevler escort “I said, “I’d love to, I have no plans tonight. How about around 8 o’clock?”
“Perfect,” she said. “See you then.
“I went home and had a bite to eat, showered, and considered jerking off, but decided to hold it, because, well, you never know. As I walked out of my bathroom, I thought I saw some movement at the window across the walkway, through the small window facing Trisha’s house. I watched for another minute but all was still.
I slipped into Trisha’s backyard right about 8, and she was already there pouring wine for herself. I asked for some as well, and we settled in to continue small talk like we had done before.
Talk turned to our houses, and she said, “It’s weird how both of our master bedrooms face the walkway, even though you have a left unit and I have a right unit.”
I said, “How do you know where my bedroom is?”
Her face became beet red, and she had no idea what to say. I had caught her red-handed admitting that she’s been stealing peaks of me, and probably had seen me just half an hour earlier.
I broke the ice by laughing a bit, and said “Well??”
Finally, she admitted, “Sometimes I see you in your bedroom.”
“Really?” I questioned. “And what do you see?”
“Just you, laying on your bed sometimes.”
“That sounds boring,” I answered.
“Well,” she said, “that’s not always the only thing you’re doing.”
“Hmmm,” I said, “well what else would I be doing?”
She paused and measured her words. “Touching yourself sometimes.”
I chuckled, “You mean like, scratching my leg or something?”
“No, that’s not what I meant.
My tone turned serious, and I looked her in the eye, and said, “Tell me what you see.
She knew it was OK to tell me anything, so she said, “I see you jerking off.”
I said, “Do you like what you see?”
“Yes,” she answered, “It’s hot.”
“Tell me more,” I said. “Describe what you see.”
“I see you under your covers in the morning, looking at your iPad. Then I see you throw the covers off and pull your shorts off. Your dick is hard and you are stroking it while you keep looking at your iPad. Then you throw your iPad to the side and throw your head back and really start stroking, sometimes you grab your balls with your other hand, and then I see you come.”
“Doesn’t this disgust you?” I asked. “Watching a guy jerk off and come all over himself?”
“No, I told you, I think it’s hot. I had never seen a guy jerk off before.”
“What do you think of my cock?” I asked.
She said, “Well it’s tough to see everything because it’s sometimes kind of dark, but it looks nice and big. And watching you do that turns me on.”
“Do you touch yourself and get yourself off while you’re watching me?”
“Usually after you’re done. Then I get my vibrator out and get myself off, or fuck myself with a dildo.”
Wow we were really sharing secrets now! She continued, “What do look at on your iPad that gets you so horny? And what you think about while you’re making yourself come?”
I decided to go all in, and I surprised her with my (fabricated) answer: “Sometimes I look at your Instagram page, and then I think about you.”
“Really?” she said. “What do you think about when you think about me.”
“I imagine sitting on your patio, just like we are now, jerking off till I come, with you on your knees watching me.”
“Oh God!” she said and squirmed in her chair.
Slowly, to see if she was going to object, I started reaching for the button on my shorts. I undid the button with one hand and then pulled the zipper down. I wasn’t wearing underwear, which is rare for me, but on this night I had decided to go without, for no particular reason.
My now hard cock sprang into view. I wiggled my shorts down to my ankles and kicked them off of one foot. Slowly I started stroking my cock while Trisha watched intently. I stroked it for a good minute or two, never taking my eyes off of her. She put a hand up the inside of her own shorts and started to rub her pussy while I stroked myself.
With dikmen escort my other hand I pulled my shirt up so that I wouldn’t get cum on it, and when I did this she must have understood that I was getting close. She got up and got on her knees in front of me, her face inches from my cock. I watched her tongue lick her lips, then come out of her mouth to lick a drop of precum from my cockhead with the tip of her tongue. We were looking at each other, and finally I gave a very slight nod, and she sat back to watch as my cum shot out of me and all over my stomach and up to my chest. I heard her groan and shudder as her own orgasm ripped through her at the same time.
It was one of the hottest encounters I’ve ever had.
Of course, it immediately became awkward, and she handed me a pile of napkins from her table so I could clean myself up. Two relative strangers just watched each other masturbate – there’s not a whole lot of conversation to be had after that.
Fortunately we both have good senses of humor, and she said “Well, that was interesting. Not the way I usually spend a Saturday night.”
I replied, “Yes, a first for me too. Thank you.”
I finished my wine and said, “Well, it’s getting late, thanks for the good wine and good conversation,” and I excused myself to go home.
“Anytime,” she said. And I looked over at her to see a quiet smirk on her face.
The following morning, I woke up early and, as usual, had a cup of coffee in bed while I watched the Sunday morning news. But for the first time, I was keeping a close eye on the window next door. Finally I saw the shade get moved to the side, a sign that someone was looking for a peek.
When I saw the shade move, I waved over. Then I motioned for her to raise the shade up. No reason to be so secretive anymore right?
I didn’t need my iPad this time. I was already naked and hard, and I lowered the covers to expose my naked body and hard cock. Just then the shade raised up, and Trisha was there, wearing a night shirt. I stroked my cock while I looked at her, and slowly she raised her shirt over her head. She had nice tits- not real big but they were a nice shape. I couldn’t see below her stomach but as she pinched her nipples with one hand, her other hand was busy, and I assumed she was rubbing her pussy.
She was watching me intently again, and I was rubbing my hand up and down my cock. Then she raised her other hand and brought up a cock shaped dildo, bigger than my cock, and started licking it. She licked it all over and finally shoved it into her mouth. I wanted to see her deepthroat that sucker, and I motioned to my own throat with my hand. She shook her head, indicating that this wasn’t a skill she possessed (mental note made, perhaps for teaching). But she thrusted that rubber cock in and out of her mouth while I jerked off. Imagining her blowing me, I closed my eyes and shot another load up on my stomach.
I opened my eyes to see her staring at me and licking her lips, then she turned around and thrust her ass at me in the window while I played with the cum on my stomach.
She turned back around and motioned for me to open my window. I did as she did. She said, “I have to leave to pick up my son at six. If you have no plans do you want to come over at about 4:30?”
I wanted to test her. I said, “For what, another dead animal?”
She laughed and said, “No, this animal will be alive. See ya then!”
I went about my day, running errands, hitting the gym, and drinking a lot of water. I’d blown two loads in about 8 hours and had a feeling I’d be blowing another soon, so I needed hydration.
Right at 4:30 I went next door, banging on the back door. Trisha’s voice through the security system said to come in and lock the door, and come upstairs. I followed her voice and found her on her bed, naked, spread eagled and working that big dildo in and out of her pussy.
She said, “Get your cock out and jerk off. I want you to come on me.”
I did as instructed, and walked over to the bed. She was over close to the edge of it, so I could stand over her and stroke myself very close to her body. She was elvankent escort working the dildo in and out. At one point she brought it up and licked her juices off, then shoved it back in. She brought it up for me to lick a minute later. I was a little reluctant to lick a fake cock, but I wanted to taste her pussy, so I stuck my tongue out and licked the head. She was delicious, and I ended up sucking the head into my mouth to get more. She moaned and returned the dildo to her pussy and fucked herself harder.
By now I was raging, my cock looming large and ready as I stood over her. We still hadn’t touched each other, other than last night’s brief precum licking, and I was contemplating just jamming my cock in her throat, but I controlled myself.
Eventually she started moaning louder and I could tell she was about to come.
She reached out and gripped my cock and said “I’m coming. Come on me!”
One more stroke and I exploded. She opened her mouth and caught a big slug of cum on her tongue, and the rest splashed on her lips, cheeks and tits. Her back arched and she shook all over while my cum rained down on her. She let go of my cock to rub my cum into her skin while the last of her orgasm convulsions subsided. So hot.
I hadn’t even kissed or touched this chick but she’d enticed three loads out of me in less than 24 hours.
I had to sit or I was going to fall down, so I sat on the bed down by her feet. We both took a few minutes to catch our breath. Absent-mindedly, I reached out and put my hand on her lower leg. Then I just started rubbing her leg, her feet, and up to her thighs. No words spoken, I’m just rubbing her.
As I started to rub near the insides of her thighs, her legs opened slightly. The more I went toward her inner thighs, the more her legs opened. Finally her legs were all the way open in a diamond shape, with the soles of her feet together and her knees wide.
She had a small, perfectly shaven, heart shaped bush, and her lips were puffy and glistening. I ran my thumb through her small patch of hair, and finally down to her pussy lips. My thumb slid in easily, and I alternated between penetrating her and rubbing her clit. In and out, up and down, over and over til her hips were off the bed and she was coming on my hand.
She collapsed back flat on the bed and caught her breath again. I looked at my dick. It was half hard, probably could be convinced to go again but would likely just prefer the rest of the night off.
For her part, Trish had come four times in the same amount of time, so she was wiped out as well. She had to leave for her son in about half an hour, so I assumed that we were done.
But eventually Trish came around, and her hands reached down to grab my cock. My cock apparently approved, because within a minute I was fully hard again. Trish slid off the bed to her knees and was between my legs again, focused finally on sucking my cock. Her head game was really good, above average for sure, but she was gonna have to work for this load because I was just about empty.
I didn’t think I was gonna get there, and was just about to suggest that we fuck.
As if reading my mind, she looked up and said, “Can you come?”
I said, “I don’t know, I might need to fuck you.”
She shook her head and said, “I’m not ready for that. We really just met.”
I took a second to appreciate the irony that I hadn’t even kissed this girl, but I had come in her mouth, on her face, tasted her pussy off of her dildo, and fingered her to an orgasm, yet she didn’t want to fuck because we didn’t know each other very well?
She went back to my cock, cupped my balls, then started tickling my asshole. She wiggled her finger into my ass and pushed on my prostate, which turned things up a notch, and before long I was coming.
She swallowed what must have been a pretty meager load, licked her lips and said, “Thanks for a great weekend, but I gotta go.”
We got dressed, hugged at the door, and off she went.
Things went back to “normal” in that I hardly saw her, since she either had her kid or was at work. But every other morning or so, we’d masturbate together through the window. The next time she had a free weekend, she went to see her parents, so nothing happened between us. The following free weekend, I was on a hunting trip. And a week after that, there was a “For rent” sign in her front window.
Apparently she had reconciled with her ex and was moving back to him.
Dumb shit.
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