by Megan Rose
I closed and locked my door then pulled off my pants and sat down in the chair. My dick had been hard with anticipation pretty much all day, and now that the moment was here it was sticking out of my boxers without even the slightest touch. But that was about to change.
I don’t know about other guys out there, but for me, if my dick’s hard the urge to stroke it is almost unbearable. And so I started to stroke it slowly, all the while not taking my eyes off the vision of perfection lying in the sun below me. I took my time, working my cock in brief intervals, not wanting to waste a single second of the view by blowing my load before she was done for the day. Occasionally I would use my free hand to bring the binoculars to my eyes for a closer look, but for the most part I preferred the long-view to the close-up one.
About ten minutes in, she flipped over onto her back. Again she was topless, and again I marveled at the gall it took to sun topless outside in the open. The neighbor’s backyard was surrounded with old trees and shrubbery, and the only decent view to it from another house was from the exact spot I was in right now, but something told me that she didn’t give a fuck either way. The yard could be open to the world and she’d still be lying there half-naked.
And so I sat there in my chair, periodically stroking my dick while watching her soak up the sun, perfectly content and feeling like I’d won the lottery, when, as impossible as it might sound, things took a turn for the better.
Her right hand dropped to her bikini bottoms and she started to rub down there.
At first I wasn’t sure what she was doing. Adjusting the material? Scratching an itch? But after a few seconds of slowly rubbing in a circular manner, it suddenly clicked.
She too was touching herself.
Oh. My. God. You have got to be kidding me.
I fumbled for the binoculars to verify what I thought I’d seen. But when I finally got them to my eyes I realized that from my spot in the chair I didn’t have a real good angle. So I crept up closer to the window, careful to keep my head low, just in case. Pretty soon I was right up against it. I rose up a bit and brought the binoculars to my face. Sure enough, up close, it was obvious.
She was playing with her pussy.
My dick got even harder. It was sticking straight out of my boxers, the erection almost painful. I tried to stuff it back inside but it was no use. So I just let it hang out and focused my attention of her.
And then, just in case there was any doubt, her index and middle fingers slipped underneath her bikini bottoms.
Fuck me.
The binoculars slipped from my hand and fell to the floor. But I didn’t bother searching for them. I could see fine without them, perhaps even better, because I could take her entire body in as she enjoyed herself, from her head thrown back in ecstasy to her toes curled up in pleasure as her fingers went to work beneath her panties. With her free hand she started working one of her tits, groping it, squeezing the nipple, slapping it lightly.
She shoved her panties aside and went to work on herself with more intensity, her fingers moving faster and faster, in and out of her pussy. By now I had given up on my own attempts at austerity and was full-on stroking my cock as I watched her. I was close to the point of finishing but trying to hold off until she was done too. I didn’t want to waste a second of the show.
And then it was time. Her thrusts slowed down considerably and her body stiffened and her fingers stayed deep inside her pussy instead of sliding back out. Even though the window was closed I could hear the sharp gasp from her mouth as her body shuddered once, twice, three times and then fell still.
Knowing now that the show was all but over, I too let myself go, spewing my cum all over the wall beneath the window. I dropped to the floor and took a moment to catch my breath before climbing back to my knees to have a peek.
She had pulled her fingers out of her pussy and replaced her bikini bottom to its rightful place. Her sunglasses were back over her eyes and she was climbing to her feet. I watched as she gathered her things and headed towards the back door of the house.
Was that a smirk I saw on her face? I could have sworn it was. Did she know I was watching. Had she put on that show just for me?
No. It simply wasn’t possible. Was it? Did it even matter? Not really. Either she had known I was watching and obviously didn’t mind, or she didn’t know and what she didn’t know wouldn’t hurt her. Either way it didn’t make any difference to me, as long as she didn’t change up her routine.
I leaned back against the wall and wondered how life could get any better.
I was about to find out.
#
The next day I again rushed home from school, again got all prepared—chair ready, pants off, binoculars in one hand, dick in the other—and again went to the window to watch the show.
She wasn’t there.
Fighting a wave of disappointment, I tried to calm myself down. Just because she wasn’t there didn’t mean she wouldn’t be there at all. Maybe she had some stuff to do and would get her tanning time in later. Or maybe she had just gone inside for a minute to get something to drink, or answer the phone, or use the bathroom. Or maybe—
The doorbell rang.
My body stiffened. Could it be?
Don’t be ridiculous, said the rational voice. It’s probably just UPS dropping off a package.
Of course. That had to be it. UPS came to the door almost every day to drop something off for my mom. She was always buying shit on the internet.
Then the doorbell rang again, and this time it was followed with a knock.
Well, it wasn’t UPS. They would have just rang once then left the package.
Then who was it?
I decided there was only one way to find out. So I put my pants back on and headed downstairs, trying desperately to hold a lid on my excitement.
Another knock as I reached the door. I glanced through the peephole and quickly looked away, as though afraid of getting caught peeking. My breath was caught in my chest and my heart was pounding.
It was the girl next door.
Now that she was here, in the flesh, with nothing but a six-inch wide plank of wood between us, the terror crept in. It was one thing to look at her through a window, watching from the safety of my own home, but it was something completely different to have her standing at my front door, waiting for me to open it.
What now? asked the panicked part of my brain.
Simple, replied the rational part. Open the door.
Then what?
Play it by ear.
But what if she wants to, you know, fuck?
Then that’s great, said the rational me. That is what you want, right? To fuck her?
Yeah, but—
But what?
I don’t know, said the panicked me. It’s just—
Quit your sniveling and answer the door. Chances are she just wants to borrow some eggs or something anyway.
Yeah, you’re probably right.
Of course I am. Now open the door.
So I did. And there she was, standing before me, in the flesh.
She was dressed casually, in a red, unbuttoned collared shirt, little tan shorts and tennis shoes. No bra. Her hair was done up in a ponytail and she had on very little makeup. But it didn’t matter. She still looked great. So great that my dick was hard. I was shocked to realize that I found her even hotter clothed than I had naked. But one thing was different. Whatever familiarity I observed the last couple of days when she out tanning was no longer there. I had absolutely no recollection of her fully clothed.
“Oh, hey,” she said, completely relaxed, totally at ease, as if she was greeting an old friend. “I was starting to think you weren’t here.”
“Sorry,” I said. “I was just . . . busy.”
“Doing what?”
“Cleaning my room,” I said, realizing how ridiculous it sounded as soon as the words came out of my mouth.
But she just smiled and nodded her head as if it made perfect sense.
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I just stood there, waiting, oblivious.
Eventually she said, “So, are you going to invite me inside?”
“Um, yeah. Sure,” I said, my heartbeat racing. “Come on in.”
I held the door wide and she walked past me. I glanced outside to check if anyone was on the sidewalk—I didn’t see anyone—then quickly shut the door.
From behind me I heard her say, “You’re a cute little one, aren’t you?”
My mind raced trying to come up with a response but when I turned towards her I realized none was necessary. She wasn’t talking to me. She was talking to the dog, who was busy clamoring for her attention. She squatted and starting petting him.
“What is he, a beagle mix?”
“Yeah.”
“What’s his name?” she said.
“Kirby.”
She gave Kirby one last scratch then rose to face me.
“What about you?” she said.
“What about me?”
She smiled as though she was dealing with a 7-year old child. And in a sense, she was. That’s about where my mental faculties were right now. “What’s your name?”
I laughed and shook my head. “Sorry,” I said. “I don’t know where my head is right now. I’m Scott. Scott Taylor.”
“Pleased to meet you, Scott. I’m Heather Phillips.” She was looking at me expectantly, as though waiting for something. Recognition, perhaps? Like I was supposed to know who she was.
“So,” I said. “You’re the new neighbor, right?”
“For a little while,” Heather said. “I’m just house-sitting for my parents. Keeping the cats fed, the plants watered, that sort of thing.”
“Oh yeah? Where did they go?”
“Vegas.”
“How long are they going to be gone?”
“Until Saturday.”
I nodded my head and tried desperately to maintain my cool. Four more days of this? My excitement was practically overflowing. As was my anxiety level.
Heather was looking at me, a little smirk played across her face. Whatever she was up to, she was certainly enjoying herself. “So are you going to give me a tour of the house?”
“I guess. If you want one.”
“Sure,” she said. “Let’s go.”
I showed her around the bottom floor; the kitchen, the closet, the guest room, the living room, the dining room. Then we headed upstairs. I pointed out the bathroom, the laundry room, my mom’s room, my mom’s office, and the spare bedroom. Every room in the house. Except one.
“And this must be your room,” she said.
I nodded sheepishly.
“Are you going to show it to me?”
“If you really want to see it,” I said, stalling for time but really doing nothing but delaying the inevitable. I was going to have to eventually show it to her. The real question was why she wanted so badly to see it. I could think of two reasons, depending on what the purpose of her visit was. One good and one bad. But even the good filled me with trepidation.
“If you don’t mind.”
“Not at all,” I said. I took a deep breath and opened the door and walked in. She was right behind me.
“Here we are,” I said.
The chair was still set up in the corner and on it were the binoculars. But she didn’t mention them. Instead, she walked straight toward the window, flipped the blinds open and looked down at the spot where she’d spent the last two days tanning.
“You’ve got a nice view from up here,” she said. Her voice was flat, giving away nothing.
What kind of game is she playing?
“It’s pretty cool at certain times of the day,” I said, trying to get a feel for where she was heading without giving too much away.
“I bet it is,” Heather said, turning towards me. She looked at me for a moment, then laughed and shook her head.
“What so funny?”
“Nothing,” she said. “You really don’t know who I am, do you?”
“Should I?”
“Not necessarily. I just thought—” she threw up her hands. “Forget it. I’ll just go.”
“No,” I said a bit more desperately than I intended. “I mean, you don’t have to. I’d like to know what you were thinking.”
Heather sized me up for a moment. “All right, what the hell. I just figured anyone that would go through the trouble you did to watch me yesterday would have done so because they recognized me, that’s all.”
“So you did know I was watching,” I said.
“Of course I knew,” she said. “Why do you think I put on that little show for you?”
I shrugged. “I guess I wasn’t sure if that was for me or just for the hell of it.”
“Oh, don’t get me wrong. It was a little of both. But mostly it was for you.”
My dick was getting hard just listening to her talk and I had to shift slightly to take care of it. She glanced down and gave a little smile. I needed to change the subject, and quickly.
“So, that means your little visit here today . . .”
“Was to feel you out more than anything,” she said. “Figure out if what I did yesterday was stupid or not.”
“Did you come to a conclusion?”
“Not yet,” she said.
“What do you mean?”
“Well, let’s just say this little visit didn’t go anywhere near the way I planned it to.”
“Why not?”
“Because of you.”
I laughed self-consciously. “What do you mean?”
“You’re just not what I expected, that’s all.”
“In a good way or a bad way?”
“That remains to be seen,” Heather said. She took another step towards me, so that we were within reaching distance of each other. It was all I could do to not take a step back.
“I’ll tell you what, Mr. Scott Taylor. You take a little time, do a little research on the internet, and figure out who I am. Then, if you feel comfortable enough with it, come on over later today and we can hang out for a while. I’ve got a few days to kill and I wouldn’t mind killing them with someone else. And if not, that’s okay too. I’m sure I can find someone in this town who wouldn’t mind hanging out with me.”
She walked up to me and past me and out the door of my room. I turned to watch her go, my eyes locked on her tight, tiny ass, which was framed perfectly by the little shorts she had on.
“Don’t worry,” she said over her shoulder as she headed down the hall. “I’ll show myself out.”
I started booting up my computer before she’d even made it all the way down the stairs and was online before she’d had a chance to close the door behind her.
Just as the door closed I brought up Google, clicked images, and typed in Heather Phillips.
Half a second to load and then the pictures came up.
“Holy shit,” I said aloud.
I was hoping for a glimpse of who she might be but I got much more than that. I had hit the jackpot.
There were thousands of pictures of her. As well there should be. After all, I was looking on the internet. And what’s by far the most popular worldwide use for the internet? That’s right. Porn.
Heather Phillips was a pornstar.
Needless to say I came to a decision pretty quickly.
#
Forty-five minutes later I was going in through Heather’s back door. Well, actually, I was going through the back door of the neighbors house to see her. (Going in through her backdoor would come later. Hopefully.)
Anyways, after perusing through her pictures and watching some video footage of her in action (I just couldn’t help myself) I jumped into the shower and put on some clean clothes. I debated how to approach her house and decided to leave by my back door and go to her back door. Perhaps I was being paranoid, but I figured there was no reason to allow one of the other neighbors to see me on her front porch.
I took a deep breath to calm my nerves and glanced inside. I could see the b
ack of her head. She was sitting on the couch, watching television. Pushing all my doubts aside, I rapped on the sliding glass door. She glanced back, saw me, stood up, and walked back to let me in. Her smile said that she had been expecting me.
“That didn’t take very long,” Heather said as she opened the sliding glass door.
“It’s not like it was a real tough decision,” I said as I stepped into the house. She closed and locked the door behind me, then pulled the blinds across, blocking the view from outside.
“For some people it would be,” she said. “You know, morals and all that bullshit.”
“Yeah, well sometimes you just have to say: ‘what the fuck.’”
Heather laughed. “I see that you’ve loosened up a bit since our last meeting.”
“Yeah, sorry about that,” I said. “You caught me a little off-guard earlier.”
“Not a problem,” she said. “In fact, that was kind of the idea. No better way to get a feel for someone than to hit them when they’re least expecting it.”
“Well you certainly did that.”
She smiled and took my hand and started leading me towards the stairs. My heart started pounding and my throat went suddenly dry and my breath caught in my chest. Whatever fake confidence I had been able to muster on my way over here was quickly disappearing. This was no longer just something I’d played through my head. It was actually happening. I tried not to think about it and just enjoy the moment.
“Although I must admit, I wasn’t sure if you were going to come over,” she said, looking back at me over her left shoulder.
“Really?”
She nodded. “Which is strange, because it’s usually pretty obvious. One way or the other, I can generally tell right away what the choice is going to be. But with you, I wasn’t sure.”
We were now at the stairs. Still holding my hand, she led me up them. I was finally finding it easier to breathe but my heart was still hammering away. My dick was already rock hard from just looking and listening to her talk, let alone anticipating what was coming next.
“Is that a good thing?” I said.
“It’s a very good thing,” she said, flashing me a smile. “Uncertainty is what gets me up in the morning.”