***Author's Note** Hullo, all! I'm back after a few years hiatus. Please be kind; it's been a while since I've stretched my writing wings. Constructive criticism is of course welcome, as are any comments, just don't be too mean ha. ***
I sighed as I walked back into my house; I was hot, sweaty, and exhausted. I had spent a couple of hours working on my garden outside, and was ready for the long soak in the tub I had promised myself as a reward for toiling long and hard.
It wasn't my first choice for a reward; I'd like to get hotter, and sweatier, with something else long and hard. I'd love to be on top of someone, underneath someone, and especially bent over in front of someone. But with the pandemic still happening, still a risk, and me not being able to afford two weeks off of work if I did catch Covid, I couldn't risk hitting up any of my usual fuck buddies. It had been almost 3 months since I had felt the touch of another human being, and my sex drive was about to drive me insane. I had, of course, been through longer periods of abstinence - whether it was voluntary or not - but it just seemed worse because it wasn't like I was busy enough to keep my mind occupied.
I stripped off my clothes on my way to the bathroom, not worried about anyone seeing; I had no roommates, finally, after having them for so long. I loved living alone, in my own little cottage-style house.
First off was my tank top, and then I stripped off the bralette I had put on - it was soaked in sweat. It had been a hot one outside today. I unbuttoned my shorts and let them slide down my legs as I stepped into my bathroom; the sun was shining through the window. I leaned over my clawfoot tub, turned the hot water on, and let it fill up as I turned around to look into the mirror while I took my red hair out of its ponytail. As it fell down to caress my shoulders, I gave myself a lookover.
My green eyes had always been noteworthy; long eyelashes framing them. An ex had called them crazy eyes, but I preferred to think of them as just intense. My full, pink lips were almost always smiling. My long auburn hair was naturally wavy, and hung down to my mid back. My shoulders were freckled from the sun, and delicately curved. My breasts were small, but pert; my tummy was rounded - a few extra pounds there. No one seemed to mind, although I worked out a few days a week to keep it from getting to be more than a few extra. My hips were large, larger than you'd expect for a woman of my frame and stature; I wasn't exactly tall at 5'1". My booty was definitely a booty; round and fat. As I slid my underwear down, I examined my neatly trimmed hair on my pussy. I hated shaving, and I only waxed once at the beginning of the summer, and kept it neat from there. The carpet definitely matched the drapes.
I looked back up at my breasts in the mirror and saw that my nipples were hard; I moved my hands up to cup my tits, squeezing the flesh, then running my forefinger and my thumb down to pinch and pull at my nipples. I bit my lip, watching the sight through the mirror, wishing, wanting, yearning for someone else's hands to be doing the teasing.
I spread my legs and one hand left my tits to smooth down my stomach and down into my pussy, already wet; it felt like since the quarantine had started, it was always wet. I was always horny. Always wanting a dick in my cunt. I let out a soft moan as my fingers slipped through my wet lips and rubbed over my clit, over to my wet hole. I slid two fingers in immediately, and closed my eyes at the pleasure that was so, so fucking good, but never quite enough. I added a third finger, wishing I could go deeper with them, and pinched and pulled the nipple I was still playing with with the other hand harder, desperate for more stimulation.
"God, you're wet," I imagined a husky voice saying. "Desperate for some dick, you little slut?"
I loved the name calling. I wanted to be a little slut. I wanted a hand around my throat, or tugging my hair, or God, spanking my ass. I wanted a hard, thick cock in my hot mouth, using it like a cunt. Or even better, using my cunt like a cunt. My tight, wet, hot, empty cunt hadn't been pounded in so long - I could feel it weeping. It was drenching my fingers.
I moved my hand from my cunt and brought my fingers up to my lips, imagining I was being forced to taste my own juices. "That's right, my nasty whore," the voice continued. "Lick those fingers clean and then get them all messy again."
And that's exactly what I did. I licked and sucked myself off my fingers, and then moved my hand back down to plunge those three fingers back into my pussy; I pumped them inside a few times, switching my other hand to pinch and pull at the neglected nipple. I gave it some attention before moving that hand to my ass to smack it while I continued to finger fuck myself.
I gasped and jumped as I slapped it harder than I thought I could myself.
That was it. I needed more.
I opened my eyes and dropped my hands from my body, intending to go get my waterproof toys to continue the fantasy, to make my bath more fun and more of the relaxation I was hoping for. As I went to step away, though, my eyes moved to the open window and caught movement in the house next door; the window was open, and a man with a shit eating grin waved at me as he saw I was looking.
I shrieked and dropped to the floor, sitting with my back against the wall right under the window.
Shit! Someone had recently bought the place next door, and I had forgotten they were moving in today. I had even seen a few people walking back and forth all day, moving furniture and boxes into the house that had been empty ever since I moved into my own 3 months ago.
My heart pounding, I tried to reason myself out of my panic. Surely he had just seen me, not my whole body. The window was large, sure, but the house was far enough away that he couldn't see anything in detail, right? He hadn't watched me touching myself. Surely.
I turned around and got on my knees to slowly inch my way up, to try and peek out the window. To see how much detail I could see of him, if he was still at the window, to infer maybe how much he could have seen of me. My eyes reached the window and as my eyes adjusted to the sight, my heart sank. The windows were only about ten feet apart.
He was still there, still grinning widely, and I could see him in stark detail. His hair was dark, cropped, and matched his eyebrows. I couldn't tell what color his eyes were, but his teeth looked white and straight from here. And his jaw looked strong. He was wearing an old blue t-shirt with paint splotches, and worn jeans, from what I could tell. I think he could see my eyes peeking over the window, because he rubbed a hand over his crotch.
My eyes widened, and my pussy clenched. And I was momentarily distracted by my body's response.
I shouldn't be turned on! I should be angry, and feeling very violated. And disgusted! This man had been watching me in some rather intimate moments, in my own home! Sure, I wasn't exactly hiding, but it was my house! There should be some modicum of privacy.
I rolled my eyes at myself as I ducked below the window again. I had no blinds, and my curtains were wide open; I cannot in all honesty claim the whole privacy angle right now.
But I could change that.
I slowly slid the curtains closed, and then stood up once I was sure I couldn't be seen anymore. And then I covered my face with my hands. That was going to be an awkward welcome to the neighborhood meet.
But my bath water was still running; that was a problem for later.
I had been so startled though by the surprise, I didn't feel much like finishing my fantasy.
***
A few hours later, once I was all clean and dry from my bath, I was dressed in a comfortable sundress that went down to mid thigh; it was black with sunflowers all over it. It was one of my favorite summer dresses.
I marched over next door, ready to tackle the issue and move on from the awkwardness. After all, who knew how long we would be neighbors for? Might as well try and get off on the right foot.
I rapped on the door, and barely had time to back up, to maintain the 6 feet social distance, before the door was opened by a different man than the one I had seen in the window. This one was blonde, his hair a little on the shaggy side but i think too long, and I was close enough to tell that his eyes were brown; a rich, chocolate brown. He had a scruffy beard and mustache growing that was just a little darker than the hair on top of his head. He had thick lips, for a guy, and they were curved in polite surprise.
"Hello," he said. "You must be the first of the neighborhood welcoming committee. I didn't know if we'd be getting any, with the virus still running rampant and all." He waved, in lieu of shaking hands. "I'm Leo. And you are?"
"Beth-Anne," I answered, smiling and waving in return. "I'm right over next door," I pointed to the right where my house was. I held my hands wide. "I wouldn't come empty-handed, ordinarily, but under the circumstances..."
Leo nodded understandingly. "Of course, of course. I get it. Crazy times we're living in and all that. Are you still able to work?"
I nodded, relaxing a little. "Yes, thankfully, I'm still able to work for the most part. I've mainly worked from home for a while now, anyways. I've got a blog that's kept me going pretty well. And I DoorDash and what not to supplement, too, and that seems to be still a good business to be in. What about you?"
"I'm definitely still working," Leo answered, laughing a little. "I'm an RN. You're smart to keep your distance. Although I work at a family medicine practice, and take every precaution, so it's unlikely I might be a carrier. But you never know."
I was listening along politely, while wondering if the guy who had seen me was even a new neighbor. Maybe he had just been helping a friend move in? And if that were the case, would he have told my new neighbor what he had seen? Surely he wouldn't, right? He hadn't exactly been violating my privacy earlier, no matter what I tried telling myself. My window had been open. I didn't intend for him to see, but I can hardly fault him for watching. So surely I could expect him to keep silent about what he had seen, right?
But before I could latch onto that hope, Leo turned and then raised his voice to say "Beau! Alex! Come meet our new neighbor!"
Two men came from different parts of the house. As they neared, I saw the man who had watched me from the window. The other man had dark brown hair - almost black - and the same color eyes as Leo. He had a 5 o' clock shadow going, and the stubble looked good on him.
