It is one of those cool autumn evenings that refreshes one's soul as I take my weekly stroll around the neighborhood. I had noticed a moving van earlier in the week and realized that someone must have moved into the old Simpson place. It has reached dusk when I get to the Simpson home and I decide to introduce myself to the new neighbors. I walk up and knock on the door; there is no answer so I start walking away. But I hear a noise, I look over and see a window, I move over to look in the window.
As I peer in, a short slender blonde, is exercising, touching her toes. I know I should move away; to look more would be wrong, but my feet act as if they are in concrete, refusing to move. My eyes scour the scene as the blonde with long straight shoulder length moves to sit on the floor facing the window. I look around and realize I am hidden not only from her view, but also from the street by the large evergreen bush as I peer into the window.
The blonde is wearing white short shorts and a tight halter exercise bra. Her midriff is sculptured and she is sweating as she sits on the floor. She massages her sore calves, wiping the sweat and kneading the sore muscles. Working her hands up to her thighs, she spreads her legs a little farther apart as her fingers moved to the top of her thighs; she lies back on the floor. She arches her hips as I watched in disbelief as she peeled off her shorts kicking them aside. She lay back down as one of her hands moved to the top of her white silk French cut panties, sliding out of sight searching for its moist prize. After very little time, she arches her hips once more to remove her panties and throws them aside. Her pussy is covered with small reddish curls which can't hide her swollen vulva and dripping snatch.
She parts her thighs propping up her legs as her one hand parts the lips of her moist treasure, her other hand slowly inserts first one and then two fingers. She strokes and arches her hips. My cock throbs as she removes her hand and licks her own juices from her finger. They returned as her hips are arched as she strokes her way to orgasm. Her fingers probe the moistness of her cunt as she arches her hips, her other hand moves over her clitoris and pinches it causing an immediate violent, groaning orgasm. As she lies there, trembling, I am massaging my own aroused manhood.
I look on amazed as she gets up; walks over to the bed and sits down. She gets into the nightstand and fishes out a nine-inch vibrating dildo. I watch as I stroke my cock as she places this beast at the entrance of her love tunnel. Almost with one mighty push, she takes five inches into her. Her breathing is haggard, as she is gyrating her hips to meet her nine-inch monster. My cock explodes spewing my jism on her house as I watch. She drives that nine-inch dildo in and out of her hungry cunt. She is driving it so savagely; I couldn't even imagine being that rough with a woman. She groans and explodes, in a panting, screaming orgasm, the enthusiasm of which invigorates my manhood again. I start to stroke my semi-erect manhood, and close my eyes imaging I am driving into her.
When I open them again, I look and she is not in the bed, I freeze in horror as I feel a barrel of a gun in my back, "Peeping Tom huh, I know just how to deal with you." I follow her instructions as she marches me into the bedroom forcing me to lie on the bed. She tells me to strip and ties me spread-eagled to the bed. Walking around the room in a short black silk robe she says, "Peeping in my window like a pervert, you deserve to be punished."
