Watcher

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I know he's there; I can feel his eyes on me. My hot neighbor who likes to watch. I met him the first week I moved in, and I've basically felt his eyes on me ever since. It's never creeped me out the way it probably should. At this point I see him as a weird comfort; like a light that's always on. He's like my pervy, guardian angel. I roll my eyes at the ludicrous thought.

We've only ever spoken a handful of times. Just polite greetings on the street, but we both know the truth behind the lingering gazes. It's not like I've been innocent in this whole game: changing in front of open windows, laying out in my bra and panties making a show of rubbing lotion all over myself, even loudly getting off with the window open one quiet evening. I've been purposefully putting on little "shows" for weeks.

Another storm rolling in pulls me out of my thoughts momentarily. It would be wise to use this time to find my flashlight and maybe light a couple of candles, but instead, I decide we have just enough time for one of our "shows". I'm in my master bedroom, which has a pair of french doors leading out to the deck. Turning my back to the glass doors, which happen to face his house, I start to peel slowly out of my clothes. I make sure to bend unnecessarily low and at the waist to remove my leggings.

As if any woman takes off her clothes that way,

I think to myself with a smirk

.

Then goes the tank top, and finally my bra.

The tease has always been a favorite game of mine. Knowing he can see my naked backside makes me wet. I feel dirty and kind of badass: Two things I would never call myself anywhere else, only in the private safety of my own home with my dirty little secret of a neighbor. I like this side of me that he brings out. In our little unspoken game I'm brave, and adventurous, sexy as hell, and insatiable.

Assuming my tease has done it's job and drawn his attention I make my way to my en-suite bathroom. I know he's watching my every move. I can practically feel his eyes burning into my skin. I like to imagine that he is calling me naughty things from his side of the view. Our backyards share a fence that would be a privacy fence were his house not uphill. He has a direct view into my bathroom and bedroom due to the doors to the deck and the window placed directly in the shower. It's the perfect setup for two horny neighbors.

I let the show continue. Stepping into the shower the hot water pours over me. My eyes close as I allow the water to wet the rest of my body. His eyes on me feels so good. That with the warm water sends me into almost a trance like state. Like someone else is controlling my moves as I use my hands to soap my body like I'm in an X-rated commercial for body wash. Starting low on my belly I make circles on my slippery, warm skin. Then I glide my hands up the contours of my torso enjoying the slowness and imagining his hands instead of my own. It causes a slight, 'mmm' to escape my lips. My hands keep circling all the way up to my voluptuous breasts. I know men like what I have to offer up top, so I'm hoping my watcher is no different. The circles persist achingly slow around my breasts. Growing the warm sensation that is gathering in my core. Every slight brush of my hand against my nipples send tingles down my abdomen and land directly on my clit.

I let my mind wander. I want the hands on me to be his and not mine! So I envision exactly that. As though he were standing behind me with his arms wrapped around my body and caressing me all over. Imagining his deep voice in my ear telling me things that would make me blush anywhere else. I drop my head back and realize then that my eyes are still closed and I'm panting slightly. My breath catches and I'm pulled out of my fantasy slightly as I gently squeeze one nipple.

Any control I had left over myself is gone now. The attempted "show" is over and my focus has shifted entirely to my own pleasure. The water is hot; almost stinging. Enough to have me on the edge of pain and pleasure. My right hand has wandered with a mind of her own. Between my legs she starts to play with my slippery clit. The contrast of the wet of the water on my skin and the wet from my pussy are urging my hand into a fun little game of back and forth, making my breathing quicken even more. I have to throw my other hand against the wall of the shower to brace myself. The thought of strong arms around me, holding up my body while he slides into me from behind propels me closer to the edge. At this point I am down right aggressive with my clit. Rubbing it so hard my toes start to curl and the familiar warmth in my core is now resembling a wrapped up coil that is unwinding it's way into my body. I can feel my face flush. My panting has kicked it up a notch and I'm breathing like I am in the midst of running a marathon. I'm so close!

BOOM!

A squeal escapes my mouth as I'm harshly pulled from my thoughts back to reality. The storm has shown up just in time to ruin my evening and my climax. I hear the hum of my house stop as the electricity cuts off. Out loud a whiny, "No!" echoes out of me and into my home. I guess pleasure has to wait now. With an annoyed groan I turn off the water and grab my robe. I wonder if Pervy Guardian is looking for a flashlight or finishing himself off. Maybe he didn't give up on the main goal of his evening.

I walk into the bedroom as the storm rumbles on. The roof over the deck lets me keep my doors open. Maybe the cold wind of the storm will cool me down a bit after such a heated shower. I dare to peek over at his windows. Nothing. No lights, no silhouette of a gorgeous man standing in the backdoor, not even a sign that says "fuck you" to spite me. He's just gone now. Probably for the best.

Without an audience to impress I opt for cotton panties and a white tank top for bed. Nothing fancy. I make sure to light a bunch of candles and get the flashlight out since it's after 9:00 and will only get darker from here. Without any power, though, I guess I will just call it an early night. I pull back the covers and climb in. The thunder is still going and has brought some lightning along. The distraction is keeping me from sleep. After 45 minutes of just laying there the frustration of not being able to sleep is leading me towards ideas that have helped in the past. My bed-side table calls to me. Hiding in the drawer is my vibrator; something that could help my current predicament. Reaching down I open it up and I wrap my hand around my favorite toy. Sitting back up in the bed I look at the only thing I have ever had that gets me there every time. A devious smile comes onto my face and I bite my lip. What dirty scenario will I picture now to get me back to my previous state?

I lay back against my pillows and start to play with myself using my fingers only at first. I have to get warmed up again. Under the covers my legs are bent up and my finger is slowly circling my clit. The tingles come back immediately demanding the attention that I shut off before in the shower. My eyes drift shut and the sound of the rain drowns out anything else. I let my mind wander to a fantasy across the yard. The fantasy is passionate and anything but gentle. I like to think that he would know how to read my body like a book. That he is inhumanly good in bed. That he would provide that kind of attentiveness that only exists in stories written by women. He would push me up against the wall and kiss me then would proceed to just worship my body with his hands and mouth. Imagining how we would tear each other's clothes off and he would take me again and again just the way I like it.

That's when I feel it; someone's eyes are on me again. The rain is coming down hard enough though, that I doubt he can see all that much. My forehead wrinkles at my momentary confusion as to how he is seeing me and I crack open my eyes. My brain takes longer than I care to admit to process what's in front of me: There in my open doorway a tall silhouette leans against the frame. I can only see shadows of his face with the low light, but I know it's him.

I freeze. His head cocks to the side a bit, like a canine trying to figure something out. This wolf in front of me is gauging my reaction to him. If I run, will he chase? Do I want to run? My mind asks a thousand questions all at once. Then those questions come to a standstill when a low voice rumbles it's way across the room, "Why do you keep stopping?"

---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------              I have only imagined this scenario 600 times in my head, but the reality has some danger to it that I never factored into the fantasy. Suddenly every true crime show I have ever watched flashes through my mind and I am certain I am going to be found dead somewhere very soon.

He straightens and with a commanding voice he says, "You don't get to play damsel in distress after the tits and ass shows you've been putting on for me night after night. I know what you're doing as much as you do." I open my mouth to protest, but I know he's right. And something about that damn voice paired with those ridiculous biceps make all of my idiot girl thoughts come straight to the surface and all of the self-preservation thoughts fall somewhere unknown to me at the moment.

Without thinking I stammer, "What do you want me to do then?" He gives me a smirk which I can barely make out in the candlelit room. Then he motions at my bed, "Throw those fucking things off the bed so I can see what I came here for." And like a sheep being led to slaughter I oblige without hesitation. My panties are still on, but a solid wet spot is apparent on the crotch. Without even thinking about it, I open my legs to give him a better view, and am greeted by a low rumble. Maybe it was just distant thunder? His whole body changes all at once. Suddenly the haphazard watcher in my door frame is standing tall and stares unapologetic-ally at my most intimate area. Just like before I can feel his eyes burn into my flesh and it is a tantalizing feeling that I am drunk on in seconds. I need him to need me, and I am going to do everything in my power right now to show him that he does.

Without much ceremony I guide my fingers back in between my legs and start rubbing my clit outside of my panties, which are already so wet I can feel my slippery pussy underneath. He watches the whole time saying nothing. I am way to amped up for this tedious show, though, so I move my hand north to slip my fingers underneath my waistband when he commands, "Not until I tell you to." An unwarranted whimper escapes me and I immediately feel myself ready to argue. But before any protest comes out of my mouth he quietly states, "Don't say something that will get you into trouble. I know what to do with brats, and I'm not sure you can take it."

Now I'm floored. How does a comment like that send lightning bolts of electricity straight to my clit and flood my pussy? Holy shit! I think the shock of his comment made my eyes as round as saucers because he lets out a low chuckle and strides into the room. "Is that what you want? You want to know what I do to brats?" Suddenly my whole mouth goes dry and I dart my tongue out to lick my lips, and I see that head cock to the side again.

"Take 'em off." He wants no ceremony, no tease, just the simple act of what this is: sex between two people who have been driven to the edge. I can do that. I lift my hips off the bed and roll my French cuts down my legs. Then I let those legs fall back to the sides again so he can see all of me. Another low rumble starts up. My pervy guardian is growling at me! It is the most masculine fucking noise I've ever heard and suddenly this raw animal inside of me is taking over. I need this man to command me. I need him to take me the way I know no one else can.

My fingers are back to a mind of their own and start to make their way towards my clit. He barely says a word, just a simple, "tsk." for me to stop. My eyes close in frustration and I let out a small growl of my own; I so badly need to put some friction between my legs. "Open those eyes!", is his next demand. I snap them open immediately, his is not a voice you say no to. Then he looks straight at me and says, "That's one, Brat." I'm not sure what he means by that, but I can't wait to find out. I start worrying my bottom lip and he smirks. After what seems like forever, he tells me to "play with your nipples like you like to do in the shower". One statement to let me know that I had been right, he had been watching tonight. That information sends more shocks to my neglected pussy and my breathing is going faster than I realized.

I take one nipple between my finger and thumb and achingly roll it over and over. After an embarrassingly short time I'm moaning and biting my lip. My back starts to arch and my eyes close again.

"Eyes!" is all it takes to snap me back into submission. "That's two." he whispers matter-of-factly into my room. The mystery of what this dangerous count might mean has me on edge. I make sure to keep up with the demand and now I'm working both nipples and slowly close my legs to inspire some kind of friction between them. I hear that low chuckle again. "Do you need to touch yourself, Brat?" Maybe he can read me like a book, my fantasy thoughts all coming to me at once sending desire into dangerous places in my head. I nod my head with pleading eyes, but say nothing. I'm too afraid of what might come out if I open my mouth.

Please don't beg for it from him

! The last of my rationale trying to keep me ever in the 'good girl' category pleads with me.

"Good. You don't cum without my permission. Do you understand?" I nod again. I know if I talk I will beg. Apparently the nod was not enough answer. Before I can start up again, he strides into the room and over to my bed challenging the lightning outside with his speed and relentless command. His face hovers over mine so close I can practically feel the heat of his chest against my own. His arms on either side of me cage me in, and I am both intimidated and delighted.

What the fuck is wrong with you?,

is my only thought while I feel this act, meant to strike fear in me, actually bringing me further into arousal. "I said, 'do you understand'?". Holy fuck! Somehow, I gather my thoughts enough to think of the solution and a breathy, "Yes, sir." manages to come out.

He steps back with a smug, satisfied look and turns to walks to the chair in the corner. He sits himself down for a new show. I take a deep breath. From my spot on the bed I watch him and open my legs wide. With one finger I slowly trail down my body only to find a slippery mess. My entire pussy is coated in my own arousal easing the way for my finger and providing me with momentary bliss. My breathing picks up again. I keep my eyes on him while one finger explores my wet pussy. His face is hidden in the dark, and he is completely still.

I wonder if he can see me that well in the dark?

I momentarily muse. However the room is full of enough candlelight in my direction, he should have a pretty good view.

If he just likes to watch, I will give him something worth watching.

With one finger inside, my thumb starts to play with my clit. Rubbing softly for a second and then speeding up with a little more pressure. My thumb works my clit as I curl my finger inside of me over and over so I can hit that spot that make my legs shake. The feeling is so good I nearly forget the rules. The need for an orgasm is getting stronger and my body is becoming more sensitive. My brain is going into overdrive. Thoughts are no longer connecting right. The loudest thought that keeps coming to the surface is

Please, I need more!

Luckily my pleas are still silent, but at this rate it won't take me long to beg like a whore.

Nothing has changed from his corner of the room. His hand is laying on his lap but not doing anything. He's just staring at me. I can barely see his face, but his ability to not touch himself right now is both frustrating and sexy as hell. By stark contrast my ability to control myself is lessening by the second and I'm afraid he may have been right, that I can't take it. Without warning I hear a rumbled out, "Add another finger." That voice! It's like the warm water of the shower just covering me and mercilessly driving me to my desires. But I'm not used to being told what to do and a momentary thought of unprecedented bravery comes forth:

Two can play this game

. I stare directly at his face as I pull my pussy-covered finger out of me and bring it to my mouth. My mouth opens into an O and I take that finger along with the next and curl my tongue around them both. The taste of myself on my tongue while he looks on has my mind reeling and moans pairing with the rolling thunder of the night. I feel so dirty and so alive at the same time. While it is dark, I almost think I see his hand move to touch himself slightly above his pants. That gives me a tremendous amount of satisfaction and my confidence grows. I slip my fingers from my mouth and trail them both down my torso. I purposefully catch the top of my tank top and pull it down far enough that my hardened nipples are exposed. I manage to pinch one slightly on my journey back down my body. My toes curl and my back arches accompanied by a quick, "mmm". The same two fingers make their way down my stomach and find my wet mess of a pussy again. I insert them both digit by digit, letting him see every little move. My two fingers working me inside draw out a low noise from me that fills the room again. My head throws itself back with anticipation and an overwhelming need. I curl my fingers inside and pump them in and out making sure to keep my eyes open. I watch him as he watches me; Any movement from before is at a standstill and he is simply sitting and staring again. This man's will-power is annoying me!

Desperate moans and noises are leaving me constantly now. I can't handle much more of this! I'm so close to the edge. My thumb has started up again and is starting to get aggressive. The need is so high and a tight knot in my belly is starting to unwind. I can feel the release so close I am about to lose all control of myself. My thighs start to shake lightly when I hear a demanding, "Stop." In my mind all I can think is,

You're so close. What can he do?

And my hand keeps doing what I need. But that need is not sated. I feel a sudden sting on my inner thigh sending shock waves through me, causing a scream to fill the room, and snapping me back to reality. It didn't hurt me so much as take me by surprise, but I'm so sexually frustrated, confused, and genuinely pissed off at having two failed orgasms that I'm ready to fight. I know my face is betraying how angry I am because his smirk comes back, and a smug, "You got something to say then just say it." comes out. I know I'm pouting, but before I can think better of it my mouth let's out a petulant, "Asshole."

A calm and reserved, "That's three. Keep talking." is all I hear in response. That damn mystery count makes me lose any nerve I had and my, so called, 'brat' takes a back seat again. He notices my submission immediately like the fucking alpha that he is. He stands back again with that smug fucking face.

"Turn over." Is the next thing I hear. I wasn't expecting this either, but to avoid four of whatever is coming, I roll onto my stomach and push my ass into the air. Now I'm on my knees with my head down in the pillows with my face slightly hidden. Which is a good thing because I can feel how red my face is by knowing he has a full view of my pussy and ass. While he somewhat got this view during my undressing and shower show earlier, it was from across the yard. This is so much more intimate and revealing.