This story was written in two parts. One by me and the other from my wife's point of view. She and I often wrote these "love letters" to each other and now I want to share them with you. I hope that you enjoy the different accounts of the story. All characters are at least 18 years of age and consenting adults.
"Holy shit, did that just happen?" I said to myself. "Did I just jerk off in front of my neighbor? Not just my neighbor, Caroline Sullivan? The hottest woman I know?" My mind was firing off questions like this faster than I could take the time to answer a single one. Meanwhile, I'm still naked standing in a puddle of warm cum that I just shot all over my bathroom floor.
I took a moment and assessed the situation. Obviously, Caroline saw that I was getting turned on and was staring at me at her house. She knew that I would probably come home and jerk off to get some relief. She got outside in a hurry and gave me that little show.
Ok, so she is definitely into me or she at least is into teasing me. She's not a prude, because of the little masturbation show that she put on for my benefit. What should do next?
"Well, you can start by wiping the cum off of your hands, get dressed and clean up the bathroom." I said aloud
I looked around and saw that I had coated the window, window sill, the wall, and even the tile floor with my huge load of cum. I grabbed some paper towels and Windex and cleaned up as quickly as possible.
I was moving in automatic mode with my mind racing in a million directions. I threw on a pair of shorts, some flip-flops, and a T-shirt. I just started running down the stairs, out the back when I realized that I was at Sullivan's front door. I knocked on the door a couple of times and shouted "Hello, anyone home?" No one answered, so I went in and moved on into the front hallway.
"Hello, Caroline, Mrs. Sullivan?" Still no answer, but I could hear the shower running. I slowly started walking up the stairs to see who was home. When I got to the top of the stairway, I could see in Mrs. Sullivan's room and I saw that she was asleep.
I moved on down towards the "children's" bathroom down the hall. The door to the bathroom was partially open, so I just pushed it another foot or so. Caroline had drawn the shower curtain partially shut, but I could see her clearly in the reflection in the mirror above the sink.
Have I said how fucking hot Caroline was? Well scratch that, now that I am watching her in the shower, she is a goddess. Her long black hair came down to the small of her back and almost covered her ass. She had the sweetest face that I had ever seen. Her amazing blue eyes and those tiny freckles on her cheeks, made me start to get hard once more. Then I slowly moved my gaze down her slim neck to her incredible "C" cupped tits. They were perfect, the kind that looked like they hung suspended in mid-air. They swayed from side to side as she washed the soap out from her hair. It was at that point that she did something amazing.
The Sullivan's have one of those shower massagers that you can take off of the mount and spray all over your body. Well, almost on cue, Caroline took the shower massager off of the holder and started to spray it all over her body. Once she came to her pussy, she stopped and pressed it hard against her finely trimmed lips. She began to breathe harder and sway with the beautiful feeling. If I was turned on by watching her play with her pussy from 50 feet, you can only imagine what I was like at 5 feet. All I could think about was that I needed to be inside of her now.