The attic was stuffy and dry. Dust particles shimmered through the moon beams coming through the oval window pane. Twenty-five year old independent film maker Bobby Darius focused the lens tighter onto his next door neighbor"s window. He'd been waiting for a moment like this for eight weeks. Bobby even wagered on it. Betting he could catch his recently divorced next door neighbor Margaret in a compromising position. He'd film it too! Time table would be nine and half weeks after which a winner would be declared. Bobby's half hearted school yard wager was accepted by his film class rival Cassie Thrush.
"Okay pervert I'll take your bet. If I win you have to work at my sorority in a maid's outfit for a month. Doing whatever I want you to do." Cassie bated knowing that Bobby would probably back down from his bold boast.
"Done. You on the other hand will be my porn starlet for a week. Doing whatever I want you to do." There's no way she'd go for that. Bobby thought as he watched Cassie think it over. No way.
"You're on Freak. Time's a wastin'. Cassie stared at her watch then poked Bobby in the chest then confidently strode away. Bobby couldn't help but watch Cassie's short pleated skirt sway atop her cheerleader legs . Her luxurious curly brown hair bouncing off her tight cardigan sweater. Her plump ass pumping back and forth. "Get your maid outfit ready, loser!" Cassie yelled as she disappeared over the grassy hill.
The sweat dripped off Bobby's brow as he got the image in focus. The normally drawn shades were open enough for Bobby to film what he'd luckily stumbled on. Margaret's gray business skirt was bunched around her plump hips. Her mature legs. wrapped in thigh high nylons. lay spread wide open on her queen sized bed. Bobby was now filming Margaret furiously rubbing her hand through her plush, secret desire. Her aroused clit glistened between her wet fingers. Margaret's huge nipples pushed through the tight flimsy material of her blouse. Satisfied with the focus Bobby reluctantly stopped viewing and hit the speed dial on his cell phone.
"She is huh? I'll be the judge of that! I'm coming over." Click. The phone went silent. Cassie was in for a big surprise. Bobby resumed his voyeuristic exploration. Rubbing his erection through the material of his tight jeans as he watched raptly Margaret's masturbation.
Fifteen minutes went by until Cassie showed up. "Okay loser let's see." Cassie pushed Bobby aside and peered through the view finder. "Holy crap! Bobby you did it! God, she's really goin' at it."
"And with a week and a half to spare." Bobby said adjusting his eyes in the gloom. Cassie was wearing knee high boots and her signature pleated skirt. This skirt was alot shorter than she normally wore. Barely containing her sweet Crumb girl ass. Cassie's midriff t-shirt barely contained bulbous chest as she leaned to to peer through the viewfinder.
Bobby was so turned on he could hardly think straight. He had to keep his cool though in case Cassie welshed out of the bet. He fully expected her to balk.
"Come here Sir porn alot she's about to cum." Bobby slid his face next to Cassie's and they both watched Margaret's hips bouncing up and down as her mature wet pussy hungrily sucked in her well manicured fingers. Margaret's rhythm slowing as her body tensed in obvious orgasmic bliss. Finally her round hips collapsed on the bed.
"Well it looks like I'm your little porn slut for a week. I'm not gonna back away from it either. So, you better enjoy it Slick. Damn, you're the luckiest man on campus. I had a maid's outfit ready for you and everything."Even in loss Cassie was defiant. "So what now?"
"Let's go down stairs this attic's a little stuffy." Bobby choked out. Still not believing his dumb luck. Cassie grabbed Bobby's sweaty wrist and led him down stairs.
"Would you like a beer?" Bobby asked regaining his composure.
"Sure. That'll be great." Cassie patted Bobby's ass as he walked by her into the kitchen.
Bobby rustled around in the back of the fridge grabbing two beers. Cassie in the meantime stood in the entry way with her back to Bobby. Her booted legs spread apart. She waited til the fridge door shut.
"Oops, I dropped something." Cassie cooed like a little girl. Bending over from the waist to pick up something that wasn't there. Bobby stared as Cassie's pleated skirt rose up the back of her cheerleader thighs exposing her plump naked ass. "I wonder where I put that thing?" Cassie teased. Her skirt rode higher as she wrapped her arms around her booted calve. Bobby had a full view of Cassie's aroused pussy lips. Before Bobby could do anything except, look slack jawed, Cassie erected herself, turned the corner, and proceeded down the hall toward the living room. That's when the phone rang.
"Hello?" Bobby answered setting the beers on the counter.
