When longtime neighbors move out there's a certain trepidation as to who's moving in, especially in houses that are close to one another.
There's that stability of surroundings and then it's a crap shoot. Instead of looking at the upside Henry ran through the worst outcomes as a way of punishing himself for losing his wife in a tryst with a former friend. Instead of blaming any of the other participants he put everything on himself.
That was probably because of his penchant for living in his head which, according to his wife, Lana, was the real reason she decided on leaving him. He couldn't argue the point because it was true. It had always been true.
Lana had decided to take a couple weeks or more to sort things out by staying with her sister. As his wife said going out the door while knocking on his head, "Good luck in there."
The possibility of losing his wife was depressing and now to make matters worse even his well-liked neighbors had moved away and when the 'sold' placard went on the for-sale sign all he could think was what next?
Barking dogs, wild parties, motorcycle club?
About a week and a half later the moving van arrived on a Saturday and right behind it were presumably the new occupants.
Out of the vintage Mustang stepped a pretty, young blonde with cutoff jean shorts and a muscle tank top. Must be the daughter, the rest would be along, he thought.
Henry's 45 year old dick did indeed give its seal of approval to the twenty something daughter but that was a minor treat for his libido. The worst was sure to come.
But then it didn't. The girl moving in seemed to be the sole occupant. Doing his best snooping he could see her move from room to room, emptying boxes and creating order.
As of yet there were no window treatments so from behind his blinds it was like television. She was exceptionally cute and so he couldn't change the channel. Now all seemed harmless until she happened to look in his direction.
Immediately he let go of the blind and stepped back. 'Did she see me?' Unable to resist, he leaned back in and she was just standing in the window like a perfectly framed picture.
She stood there for 10 or 15 minutes like that. Like she knew he was watching and was putting herself on display. He came up with several reasons of why she might do that. Then, looking behind her she stepped back and left the room.
He made a psycho mad dash to another window to follow the story which had shifted to the blinds in the living room where a new girl had come in. They hugged, not like sisters, but more like friends. This girl was taller, as pretty as the blonde, thin but athletically attractive with brown hair.
She appeared to be moving her things in so he ran back and forth trying to keep up with the action if you could call it that. He idiotically thought, 'Hey, I'm getting a pretty good workout.'
Soon after that a third girl entered the scene, suitcase in hand, a beautiful young redhead with an impressive figure. His mind was racing with the possibilities. Sorority? Halfway house? Roommates?
As it got dark it was a little easier to watch the next door frenzy. Lotsa laughing, wine, furniture shifting and picture hanging. He kept the lights off so as not to give his creeper self away.
As he roamed the viewing areas he stopped at one of the rear bedrooms and there she was like before, the petite blonde framed in the window looking his way. There was no way she could see him so what was she doing?
She ran her fingers from her ankles up between her legs like she was doing a show for him. It was very sensual. Her hand swept upwards and took the T-shirt she was wearing up with it, revealing her breasts for just a moment.
He kept looking around his room and was convinced that she couldn't see him so he kept watching. Fuck it, she was beautiful and he almost didn't care if he did get caught.
The next morning in amongst his regular mail was a note: 'Thank you for welcoming me to the neighborhood. The girls and I are going to love it here, I'm sure. Luv, Abigail.'
What did that mean? It wasn't like he left a Welcome Wagon basket on the front steps. He hid and slinked. Now a normal person would have gone over and introduced himself but for some reason he didn't and now she knew he was behind the blinds. She would also deduce that he saw her perform.
'See?' he thought, 'This is what you get for not saying a simple hello to your new neighbors. 815 words into this sad documentary and you still haven't said a fucking, hello?'
His opportunity came that afternoon when he saw Abigail skimming their newly inherited pool.
"Hi there, I'm Henry," he said over the fence.
"Oh, hi!" she said turning around, "I'm Abigail!"
Extending her hand she came to the fence.
"How are things going with the move in?"
"Pretty good. Still a lot of boxes to go through. Nice to meet my new neighbor in person," she said flirtatiously, "Hope I didn't cross the line in the window last night. I get a little like that sometimes."
Now he was stuck. By acknowledging her show he had to acknowledge he was a peeping Tom. "No, sorry to say I missed it. I was out in the garage for quite awhile," said the bald face liar.
"Oh...I thought I saw...well I'll have to introduce you to the other girls."
"Roommates? Sisters?"
"Ah, ya, sorta, yes, right, we're roommates. So our realtor told me you live alone?"
He laughed, "It probably seems like it. No, I'm married but my wife and I are in the middle of an on again, off again separation. She'll be back in a week or so."
"Say, since we're neighbors now, maybe we should exchange numbers," she said.
"Oh sure," he said, calling the number she gave him, her phone ringing by the pool.
Abigail, considering his separation, got unusually flirty for only recently becoming neighbors but she had a history of teasing men. "So, since you missed the first show, how about another tonight at about eleven? Back bedroom window?"
A major motivation to say yes at that moment was the fact that it was suggested by a blonde hottie in a very skimpy bikini. In his wife's absence he was masturbating at a prodigious rate and something was stirring when he said, "Sure, I guess so. What do you do?"
"Mmmm, things I think you'll like." She had gone from flirty to seductive in a single motion. "Pull up a chair to the window. See you then!" She bounded off back to the pool and jumped in, waving back at him.
Knowing well what she was going to be doing from the performance of the night before, his hormones gathered together and decided not to question how unusual this invitation was. He smiled and waved, went back inside and jerked off.
Preoccupied with the activity next door, a man appeared later in the day carrying a toolbox. The girls appeared to know him and for the next couple hours Henry watched him install the new blinds that would put a limit on his viewing pleasure.
After the blinds went up in Abigail's bedroom she lowered them completely. An hour later the man left smiling and, "Thanks, Abby" could be heard on his way back to the truck. "See you tomorrow." Henry guessed it was a boyfriend helping out.
That evening he anticipated the show that she offered and as weird as it all seemed he wondered how could this be anything but good? He opened the blind all the way because there was nothing to hide at this point. The show was all for him.
Right on time Abigail pulled up the blinds. She had focused a light on either front side of her, highlighting her body against the shadows from behind. She posed in a very sexy black cocktail dress, garter straps coming out from beneath it, clipped to a pair of lacey black stockings and black heels. A study in black and white, if you will.
Then she used her hands as a guide to what treats were beneath the dress. She caressed her breasts, her legs, touched her lips, her hands were a tour guide.
With hand motions she encouraged him to masturbate.
He began to get hard and absentmindedly running his hand up and down his crotch. Realizing there was just the two of them he removed his underwear and stroked his cock. It was very much the same as when he watched the cam girls on the computer except that Abigail was a mere thirty feet away.
Then she began to strip. She turned her back to him and slid the zipper of the dress down so slowly he started getting anxious. She looked back over her shoulder and smiled devilishly.
That only got him more excited and ramped up the stroking. She continued and slowly slid out of the dress, finally dropping it to the floor.
He cranked it at the sight of her hot bod in the lingerie.
She picked up her phone and typed.
His phone dinged and it read: 'Like what you see?'
'Yes.'
She continued to strip as his excitement increased. Soon the bra was gone, then the garter belt. She sat in the chair and rimmed her full lips with her forefinger then did the same with her tongue. Then stood up and eased her g-string off, sat again and with her fingers, played with her pussy.
'I bet you want to fuck me now, right?'
'Yes,' he typed with his freehand.
She stroked herself harder and she typed, 'Cum with me.'
Together they picked up the energy, each excited by the other until almost in unison she visibly came, her body shaking. He had stood up and shot his cum against the window. Trails of the white jizz dripped down the pain.
She typed, 'Sweet dreams, neighbor,' and closed the blind.
He sat back in the chair, exhausted. 'What was going on with this girl?' he wondered.
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