My neighbors were having money problems. The wife had lost her job over a year ago due to misappropriation of funds. She had been spared jail time after a settlement was made, and was now back to being just a housewife after failing to land another job. From conversations overheard, the husband was no longer getting the many hours of overtime he'd been enjoying for years.
This situation no doubt caused a lot of strain and stress on the family of five which included three teenage children. Suddenly, the previously well behaved husband and wife were getting into regular heated exchanges and the kids were always bitching about allowances, stuff they wanted and places they never get to go to anymore.
Our houses were both, only about ten feet away from the dividing fence; that's how I got to know their business, now that nerves were on edge and loud, harsh words regularly exchanged. To make it worse the poor guy was now drinking heavily and spending most of his time outside of the house. The wife did not hide her annoyance.
My bedroom was directly opposite that of the couple and with the help of wind and architecture, their heated words easily found my ears; I got to know that their sex life was also feeling the squeeze of the economic pressure.
One morning after the kids had already left for school I heard the husband reproaching the wife about something she'd seen in a store and told him she wanted.
"Everything your eyes see you want ... you've always been like that ... can't you for once, see something and not want it ... you're no longer working and I'm not making the kind of money I used to ... fuck! ... can't you understand that?" he said.
"I could understand it if I could understand how you find money to drink ... but I don't ... and fuck you too ... don't you dare cuss me," she replied angrily.
"Greed got you where you are now ... be careful it doesn't drive you into worse directions," the husband said.
"You didn't see it as greed when you were enjoying the benefits ... you ungrateful fucker ... spending more time with the bottle than your wife ... weak excuse for a man."
"Maybe I'd be stronger and more of a man and spend more time with you if you were more woman," the husband retorted.
I'd always found the wife, Lucy, sexually attractive and though I'd sometimes wondered what it'd be like to fuck a sweet, petite, little thing like her, I'd never taken it into my head to make a pass at her. I respected her marital status and showed her the respect due to a woman her age - she was in her mid-forties - old enough to be my mother. I was then twenty-five. But suddenly, out of the blue, as I felt myself feeling sorry for her in her present predicament, the attraction grew from admiration to longing and sexual fantasizing. In my mind I was constantly undressing the shapely, petite body and doing things to it.
As my lust for Lucy grew and I thought about realizing it, something her husband had said kept playing over in my head - 'everything your eyes see, you want.' And I found myself thinking of how I could get her to look at me and want what I had and was longing to give to her. I wondered if she'd want it once she set eyes on it.
I had to wait a couple of weeks to put my plan into action. Meanwhile I found myself regularly looking over at her bedroom from the side of my window blind, in the hope of getting to see her naked. I'd never done that before, thinking it indecent, and on a number of occasions over the years, had even looked away if I happened to glance over and saw or thought I was about to see something not meant for my eyes. But since being driven by new-found lust, I threw all feelings of decency aside and did regular sentry duty at the side of my blind, hoping to catch her in a careless moment.
I caught her twice, fleetingly, in bra and panties, and once, for several minutes, in half-slip alone, no bra. I got a long look at her moving about the room in her sheer, close-fitting, light blue half slip through which I could make out shiny, orange bikini panties, one side of which had slipped into the crack of her little, big ass - though petite she had a disproportionately plump ass. The little puffy tits had long nipples. The mid-brown breasts bounced seductively as she moved about, and soon I was stroking my hard cock at the heated sight and then pumping furiously, hoping to cum while she was still exposed as she was. But before I could come she put on a little pink tank top, and when I did blast off it was to the sight of her bouncy ass disappearing through the bedroom door.
It was close to Christmas and as was customary here in the Caribbean, families, took down blinds, rolled up carpets and generally broke up furniture arrangements to give their homes a thorough holiday cleaning, which usually took several days to complete, sometimes a couple of weeks. Most people didn't put up their new blinds until a few days or even a day before Christmas. Some folks, for the sake of modesty would haphazardly, put up a sheet or old blind as a temporary shield when in a state of undress. Some didn't even bother, depending on how the house was situated in proximity to their neighbor, or how unconcerned they happened to be.
I took the pieces of fabric my mom gave me to keep my room 'decent' and stored them in my wardrobe, leaving my window and room naked, so to speak.
The very first day my room was blind less, I walked around naked after my morning bath, my big chocolate baton partly erect, prompted by perverse excitement at what I was hoping to accomplish. Ten minutes passed before I saw Lucy enter her room and glance through her equally bare window, into my room. I looked away quickly and pretended to be looking for something. I turned a couple of times and through the sides of my eyes saw Lucy standing far back in her room, looking straight over into mine. I pretended not to be aware of her. I was so delighted my cock started to buck, so I hurriedly pulled on briefs and boxers to keep her from seeing a full-blown erection, which would indicate to her that I was flashing her and aware of her presence.
Back then I was a shift worker, so I would sometimes be home during daytime hours when both her folks and mine would either be away at work or school.
As the days went by I caught her several times looking over at me when I was naked before or after a bath. She usually stood far back in the room, partly hidden, but would sometimes come close to the side of the window, pretending to be sweeping or something, when what she was really doing was ogling my big black dong, which through deep concentration I would allow to only reach half-mast. After four days she put up a blind, obviously to reduce the chance of her being spotted. I knew, because I could see the space she'd leave at the side of the blind that would allow her to peek unnoticed.
Only once, feeling extra daring did I bring my cock to full erection, by stroking it. I camouflaged my deliberate teasing by pretending to be rubbing it with oil as if doing a regular massage. And that day the unwanted happened - I was so into stroking the cock to the memory of Lucy's tiny, perky tits that I lost concentration and soon my cock was shooting cum across my room. I shook for a long time under the force of the orgasm, and then looked around worriedly as If concerned that I had been observed. Two day later, my mom put up my new blind.
Christmas came and left and I became restless and desperate as my desire to fuck Lucy's pussy grew. I knew that she was still covertly peeping me as I was doing her, and I would sometimes leave the blind partly open so she could get a little peek of my big, hungry cock. On the last night of the holidays I lay in bed thinking that with school reopening the next day it meant that both kids and working folk would be away from the two houses during the daytime, giving me opportunity to make a play for Lucy. I decided to go for what con men would call - the long game - that is, in this context, I was going to make a bold move.
By eight o'clock both houses were empty save for me in mine and my sweet Lucy in hers. I was working the three to eleven shift, so there was lots of time in hand. At about eight thirty I looked outside and saw Lucy come out her back door, and as she usually did at this time of day, started watering her flower plants and herbs. She was looking juicy and damn fuckable in tight white shorts and light blue tank top that was thin and snug enough for me to see the imprints of her long nipples. I could also see the line of her panties. My cock was begging me to make it happen and I felt obliged to please it.
I quickly left the kitchen and went out into the yard, aware that the thin inner sac in my athletic shorts was not enough to hide my rapidly growing hardon.
"Good morning Miss Lucy," I said.
"Good morning Clyde," she answered pleasantly, turning to look at me.
I walked toward the fence, letting my eyes unabashedly roam her body. I stood in silence for a short while, just looking her over. I could see that she was blushing under my bold stare, and she lowered her eyes, only to give a quick intake of breath and then look away as she noticed the lift in my shorts.
"Blooming nicely," I said
"Yes, they are, thanks to the frequent rain ... I don't even need to wet them ... I'm only doing this out of habit," she said, laughing guiltily.
"I wasn't talking about the flowers," I whispered, letting my eyes settle, first on her bosom, then slowly move downward to below her waist.
