I'm a voyeur. In fact, I'm a creepy kind of voyeur that watches women at the store, and on the street, even occasionally taking a detour downtown on my way to work, just in order to sit at red lights and watch the parade of legs and boobs in the crosswalk.
Having this proclivity, I was absolutely delighted when an attractive couple moved in right next door. They were twenty years younger, mid-thirties, but still couldn't keep their hands off each other. She calls me "Mr. Carson." Ouch.
She was perfectly formed, with a well-toned bod, and full, round tits that often greeted the world with erect nipples. Her long brown hair spills across her chest when she walks to the mailboxes wearing a wife beater in the summertime.
There were no curtains in the house when they first moved in, but they did put sheets up over the second story bedroom windows that so fortunately faced my study. Several nights I watched shadows moving across those sheets. The shadows would embrace and pull off clothes before sliding out of view. I even dug out my old camcorder and set it on a tripod peeking the lens out through a small gap in the blinds.
This was an amazing treat for a seasoned voyeur. One night a corner of the sheet fell, and then it only half covered the window. There wasn't much light, but at full zoom I was just able to make out what was going on in the bedroom. She was on her knees, with her arms pulled back behind her in a sleeve with bright buckles that sparkled in the dim light. I could see there was a gag in her mouth because he had a fist full of her long hair pulled back, raising her head and stretching her neck. Her perfect tits rubbed the sheets with the rhythm he pounded into her. Damn, I wished there was audio for this.
They ended my fun with blinds and curtains shortly after that. I never got over the sight of them fucking though. Every time I saw them, saw her around the neighborhood, I'd feel pressure of blood flowing into my cock. Once I even stalked her down to the neighborhood pool. Her thin, tan legs carried a perfect round ass barely covered by an orange bikini, and topped with an intricate tattoo. I bought a coke at the machine outside the pool desk and walked back home replaying their bondage session in my head.
Gosh, I wanted more of her. There was no way, I thought. Nothing better can happen. Then late one night a few months later I was outside in the dark turning off the garden drip-watering. I'd heard the forgotten trickle after my wife and I climbed into bed. When I got outside, I noticed the garage door at my sexy neighbor's house had just start rolling down. He was standing there watching her pull in. Damn! I missed her! Just as the rolling door cut off my view, he bent down and threw something large from the floor into her face! She pushed it away, and I could hear angry shouts as the door sealed to the driveway.
Wow! What was going on? My voyeur obsession took control of my good judgement, and I approached their house. As I got to the door, I could hear some more commotion, like people throwing things. Then I heard the unmistakable sound of shattering glass. Trembling with anticipation, I gathered my courage and peaked in through the garage door window. I was astonished. She was pressed face-down on his workbench and there was a blanket over her head. He was holding her wrists behind her back with one hand, and wrapping a cord around them with the other. The light fixture on the loose end swung around hit him in the face as he struggled with her.
I thought that must be Sarah, though I couldn't see her face. She was fighting and kicking backwards. Was this part of their bondage play, or was this something else? Something bad? Then he took the fixture-end of the lamp and attached it to the back of the workbench, stretching her arms up above her back and forcing her face down. She fought even harder at this point, and her yanking on the cord was bouncing wrenches and screwdrivers off the pegboard and onto floor with loud clatters.
This commotion set off their dog, a large golden retriever that lived in the backyard, and he barked furiously. That sound made me duck away from the window to check my back, but quickly I returned to the show! What the hell? He reached over and turned on a power grinder that was only feet from where her head was covered by the blanket! She stopped fighting.
What I saw next brought my swelling cock to full erection. He yanked down her white nurse's pants to her ankles, and pushed the top part of them under one leg of the workbench. Her white panties were around her ankles, so she couldn't spread her legs very wide. She was completely and masterfully bound!
Words cannot express what a vision like the one unfolding before me does to an obsessed voyeur. I could see them side on, his hips bumping her from behind. And I could hear! Not too clearly, but muffled "mfffs" and the occasional sharp crack of an ass-slap. The damn dog had settled into that annoying rhythmic barking that's cost me so much sleep over past few months. His "boof, boof, boof" seemed to keep beat with the pounding that Sarah was receiving. My wife would have called it a "vicious pounding."
Then it was over. He pulled back and lifted his pants. As he headed into the house, he switched on the radio - loud. That was curious. And the grinder was still running ... really strange. At this point, I was in full-on obsession mode. I moved quickly to the side door, the one that faces the side entrance to my own garage. I tried the knob as quietly as possible - it was unlocked! I held my breath as I pushed the door open, as if that would prevent any squeak or rubbing sounds.
