Saturday morning. I love sleeping in. It was 11 am, and promised to be a hot July day. I woke up hard, despite the flogging I gave my dick the night before. "Seems a shame to waste this" I thought, so I closed my eyes and started stroking. All I could think of was Nancy, my 19 year old neighbor. She had moved back in with her folks after her first year of college. Her dad and I had fixed up an apartment in the basement for her so she could have some privacy. The remod including adding a separate entrance and two big windows where the yard sloped away from the house. Tall and slim, she had an athletic body topped with a shock of short red hair and freckles. I always thought she was a cutie, but never really noticed her... until six weeks ago.
I had been taking a swim around 3 am (I work until midnight) when I saw headlights swing into her drive. She walked down the steps into her apartment and the lights came on. I'll admit, I had a few beers, or what happened next would never have happened. When I was younger I went through a phase of peeping in on my neighbors, which stopped after almost getting caught.
But when I saw Nancy walk into her place, it stirred up some old feelings. I put on my sweats and shoes and crept into her backyard.
Nancy was just coming out of her bathroom with a towel wrapped around her. I could see her by the light of the television as she dropped her towel. She was gorgeous. Tall, with small, pert breasts, tiny waist, narrow hips, and a tight little ass. Her freckles spread down from her face and covered half her chest, which were only made more beautiful by the curly red hair that fell down to her neck. As she flopped on the bed, I thought how long it had been since I had seen a girl this beautiful. My wife had died seven years ago, and before that there were some girls in college, but seeing Nancy lying there, her legs slightly open, I almost forgot to breathe. Her pussy was as smooth as silk. My cock had a mind of it's own, and had sprung to full attention. I just stared for a few moments, mesmerized. I hadn't even dared dream it, but it happened: her hand slid down her belly to her slit, and she started to massage herself. I hadn't ever seen a woman indulge herself like this. I had never been this lucky back when I was peeping, my girlfriends and wife either were too shy or put on a "show" based on whatever porn they had seen, but this was real: a very pretty girl pleasuring herself. I felt a little ashamed to be watching such a private act, but couldn't turn away.
She stirred herself faster and faster, her fingers plunging into her slit. They shimmered in the TV glow. As she writhed on the bed, I dreamed it was my hand, my tongue, my face, my cock that was in place of her hand.
She came beautifully, her back arching, thighs twitching, fingers and toes curling, breathing in short, quick pants. As she lay there I saw her reach for her remote so I bolted out of there, went up to my bedroom and came as hard as I ever have in 20 seconds... and again in 10 minutes... and again in an hour. She haunted my dreams all night.
I was addicted. I found out she was working at a bar four nights a week, and every late night I was waiting to see the headlights flash across the driveway to indicate it was showtime. And while the plot didn't vary much, each show was a treasure to me. I started noticing the smallest details. She had gotten a small green navel piercing, had a tiny mole on the left side of her pussy, she was opening her legs a little wider, rubbing and pinching her breasts. I couldn't believe what I was seeing, and I knew I'd have to stop or I'd get caught. Getting caught would be bad. I'd be arrested and probably have to register as a sex offender. I'd surely have to move. I knew I'd have to quit... but not right now.
As I lay there that Saturday morning, stroking my dick and thinking of Nancy, I knew I'd have to stop soon. I had thought of recording her but that seemed so wrong. A recording wouldn't be that same, it wouldn't include the risk of exposure, the hint of danger that I knew was just as arousing as watching Nancy.
"Whatcha' doin' Mr. Jackson?"
My eyes popped open. Nancy was standing in my bedroom doorway!
I scrambled to cover myself, but my sheet was at the foot of the bed, so I just cupped my hands hands over my dick. Fortunately, it was shrinking already.
"Nancy, what are you doing here..." I stammered.
"Oh, I came over for a swim, and there were no towels downstairs, so I came up to get some. I didn't think you were home. You left you door open. That's almost like leaving your drapes open, isn't it?" She flashed a crooked little grin. "Are you embarrassed?"
"Well, yes." I could barely speak.
"Oh, I understand. It's weird to find out someone's spying on you." She raised one eyebrow, paused, and gave me a big smile. "It could be something else though. Is it cause I'm overdressed?"
She was wearing a two piece suit, cutoffs and sandals. She reached behind her and untied her top, then pushed down her pants and bottom. In seconds she was naked. "Is this better?" she asked.
I was frozen.
"Kitty got you tongue?" She giggled, and climbed onto the bed, putting her feet on the headboard. Her pussy was inches from my face, her face inches from my cock.
"Isn't a closeup so much nicer?"
"Nancy, what..."
She pried my fingers away from my cock, and started rubbing it. "I know you've been spying on me."
"What... how... what do you mean?"
"I was working in the garden and saw some shoe prints in the dirt. I raked over them, but they were back two days later. Their kinda distinctive, size 14 All Stars. I didn't know who it could be, and thought about calling the cops, but then I saw your shoes at the barbecue last month. I knew it was you. It was such a rush knowing, I ran to the upstairs bathroom just to stare at you and rub one out. I get wet just driving home, knowing you'd be waiting to watch."
My dick was getting harder and harder with each stroke, but I had to make some effort to stop. This was so wrong! "Nancy, you can't do this. I've known you since you were a baby, besides I'm twice your age, and your pops will kill me if he finds out about this."
