Cherylann, I call her CA, is a neighbor of mine for about a year now. My name is Stan and we cross each other's path occasionally; getting our mail, the newspaper, or coming/going to work. We had exchanged names and pleasantries but never spoke more than a few words at a time, since she was very shy and reserved. Her attire was demure also; much like you'd expect a Librarian to dress. Her hair was always put up and she wore those small black glasses. All that being said, she had a gorgeous physique; about 5' 5", strawberry-blonde hair, around 125 lbs., and my guess a 34 C rack.
We live in an adjoining Duplex, which I have been for a few years; and she, only a year now. When she moved in, she had a man with her (never caught his name) but I haven't seen since almost the beginning. I've tried, on more than one occasion, to get to know her better, but her demeanor always made it a short conversation. I've even gone over to borrow sugar or something, but she would never invite me in; but, always provided me with my request and I was on my way without saying more than a few words.
It was Spring now and time to catch some rays. I would lay outside on the weekends always fantasizing that she would join me. Much to my regret, I laid alone. Then one Saturday, while sunning myself, wearing sunglasses, listening to some classic rock, having a cold one, I caught her peeking out her window. My heart started to race and I felt a growth between my legs. Should I roll over and hide my excitement or let her get a good look at my erection. Well, of course, not being modest, I got the hose nearby and watered myself down to keep cool. I laid down on my back and proceeded to get a raging hard on; the bulge through my wet trunks being quite obvious to anyone looking. Being a mere 7 inches, I didn't have the largest cock in the world, but it seemed to get the job done. Anyway, because of my sunglasses, I knew she couldn't tell that I was watching her but I swear she was smiling and licking her lips. Then she was gone.
My heart dropped and the hard-on quickly vanished. I laid there for a few more minutes and proceeded into the house for a shower. Now, having connecting places, it wasn't hard to hear into the other side of the duplex if you tried. I went into my bathroom and proceeded to take my shower when I could tell her shower was going. I sat there for a few moments just thinking of that luscious woman, just inches away on the other side of the wall, soaping that body of hers, lathering every inch of her torso, squeezing her globes, fingering her lips and; well, u get the idea. I was getting horny and my cock was stiff as a nail. I found myself with my ear next to the wall trying to catch any sound that would emanate from her shower.
My greatest hopes were quickly rewarded because I could swear she was moaning in a rhythmatic way. For some reason the shower water grew quieter but I knew the water was still running. I could barely make it out but she was also saying something, as I strained to listen. As I sat there on the tub edge, naked as a Blue Jay, ear to wall, and of course rubbing my cock, I thought I heard her say my name. The side of my face was now plastered against the cold shower tile, aching to hear more. Her moans were growing louder and as I suspected, she was whispering "OH!, OH!, Stan your cock feels so good". Well, hearing that, I shot my wad all over the tub and wall. I leaned back with my mind racing now. It didn't take but a few seconds and I convinced myself I must go over there. I quickly grabbed some shorts and feebly tried to put them on, tripping on myself and comically crashing to the floor. I couldn't help but laugh at myself and was at her back door within seconds.
Much to my surprise, her back door was open and the screen unlocked. I slipped through and made my way to her bedroom. The dΓ©cor was simple but neat, with a large King Size bed that looked like a zoo. Stuffed animals were completely engulfing the bed and I found it hard to believe she could even sleep in it. I later found out that she rarely sleeps in her bed and usually falls asleep on the sofa. I crept to the bathroom and the door was ajar enough for me to peek in. Stealthily popping my head through the door crack, I could now clearly see my fantasy woman in the shower. She had a shower with sliding glass doors that had a few murals on them, but not enough to obstruct a wonderful view of her nakedness.