It was eight in the evening and the lights of the house across the road flickered on, casting a soft glow through the half-closed curtains of the bedroom. The shadows hinted at the tantalizing scene that was about to unfold. Every evening, like clockwork, the ritual played out.
Tom, would sneak a peek through his binoculars, watching his neighbour, Rachel, as she undressed, seemingly for his viewing pleasure. Her body had curves for miles, a canvas of a life lived that he'd studied for months, memorizing every curve and contour as if it were art. Her heavy breasts hung low and her thick nipples adorned with wide, dark areola that had Tom's cock hard at just the sight.
Rachel was divorced, single, with raven hair and porcelain skin and had moved in a year ago. Her house was perfectly aligned with Tom's, offering him a clear view of her bedroom. At first, he'd felt guilty for invading her privacy, but as time passed, his guilt transformed into a raw, carnivorous hunger.
The way her hips swayed as she unhooked her bra, the seductive arch of her back as she slipped her panties down – it was a level of erotic that he couldn't tear his eyes away from.
This evening was no different. Rachel's silhouette moved in a slow, methodical rhythm as she began to strip away the layers of her office clothes. Her blouse slipped off, revealing the swell of her breasts beneath a lacy black bra. Her skirt followed, exposing the matching thong that barely covered the juncture of her thighs.
Tom's cock stirred in his pants, begging for release. He knew the routine by heart – she'd shed the rest of her clothing, turn on the shower, and lather her body in sweet-smelling body wash. He'd watch, hand in his pants, stroking himself to the sight Rachel's naked private moments.
But tonight, Rachel did something she'd never done before. She turned towards the window, almost as if she knew he was there, and opened the curtains wide. Tom's heart skipped a beat as he adjusted the focus on his binoculars. Rachel's eyes met his through the lenses, and she winked. It was a knowing wink, one that sent a jolt of excitement down his spine. She stepped closer to the window, her hand sliding down her stomach, and for a brief, glorious moment, he thought she might touch herself. Instead, she turned and disappeared from view, leaving Tom's imagination to run wild.
Tom wished he could be in that room. He knew she was in the shower, her naked body being caressed by the warm spray. He could almost feel the water cascading down her skin, beading on her hardened nipples and sliding down her backside, caressing her plump ass before pooling at her feet.
His hand moved faster, his breathing shallower as he imagined her soaping up her body, her hands gliding over her supple flesh.
The curtains parted again, and Rachel stepped into view, this time in a towel that barely contained her voluptuous frame. She turned to face him, her eyes locked onto his as she began to dry herself off.
The towel was high up and short, and Tom could see her pussy, the soft mound of her Venus. He watched, transfixed, as she let the towel drop, revealing herself to him in all her glory. Rachel's eyes gleamed with mischief as she reached for a bottle of body lotion on her dresser.
Tom's cock was straining against his pants, desperate for relief. He unbuckled his belt, unzipped his fly, and pulled out his rigid shaft. He'd never been this hard before. Rachel began to spread the lotion over her body, starting with her arms and moving down to her chest. She massaged it into her breasts, her fingers circling her nipples until they stiffened into thickened peaks. Her eyes never left his, as if she could feel his gaze burning into her skin.
Tom's hand moved up and down his cock, his eyes glued to Rachel's body. She had him under her spell, and she hadn't even touched him yet. Rachel turned her back to the window, her ass cheeks flexing as she bent over to rub lotion onto her legs.
Her pussy was mere inches from the glass, and Tom could see the slightest hint of her folds. He stroked himself faster, the precum leaking from his tip forming a wet trail on his stomach.
Then Rachel straightened up and faced him again. She took a step closer, her breasts jiggling with the movement. She cupped one in her hand, squeezing it gently, her thumb brushing over her nipple. She licked her lips, and Tom felt his cock throb in response. Rachel's eyes narrowed, and she began to spread the lotion over her stomach, her hips swaying as she moved lower. She paused at the top of her mound, her hand hovering just above it, as if asking for permission.
Tom nodded and Rachel's eyes gleamed as she slowly, so slowly, began to rub the lotion over her pussy. Her fingers slid through her wetness, and Tom watched, his eyes wide with lust, as she touched herself. She was teasing him, playing with him like a cat with a mouse, and he was utterly at her mercy.
Rachel's fingers moved faster, her heavy tits heaving on her chest. Tom could feel his climax approaching, the tension in his balls tightening like a coil ready to spring. Rachel's eyes never left his, and he knew she was watching him just as closely as he was watching her. Her hand moved faster, her hips bucking in time with the rhythm of her masturbation.
And then, just as Tom was about to spill his seed, Rachel stopped, her hand hovering above her glistening pussy. She smirked, a knowing look in her eye that told him she had won. He groaned in frustration, his hand still moving over his cock, desperate for the release she'd denied him. Rachel's smirk grew wider, and she pointed at him, her eyes burning with an intensity that sent a shiver down his spine. |
