The first time I saw my new neighbors they were sunbathing together by their pool. I could hear voices and laughter. I use to resent the way sound traveled so easily from the yard next door up to my window. The previous owners were an older couple who often sat outside by the pool and jabbered and complained about everything under the sun. Even with the window shut tight I'd have to leave my own bedroom to avoid their annoying voices.
Now, with my three sexy new neighbors, I wanted nothing more than to leave my window open and let the breeze flow in, sit in my favorite chair, and listen to everything they said just like they were right here in my room sitting next to me. Music drifted up and then more laughter and a girlish voice.
"Mom, stop it. The man next door will see me."
"Oh honey, don't be silly. He's not even home. The real estate agent said he travels a lot and is hardly ever around. Besides, I'm sure he wouldn't be interested in your little titties."
"That's not what I mean, Mom. Plus, gross! I just don't like being naked where everyone can see. Even if there's no one to see."
Then I heard a third voice. Amber, the older daughter.
"That doesn't make any sense, Megan."
"Like you would know! You're as pervy as mom."
"There's nothing bad about laying out by your own pool in your own backyard. Plus, mom didn't say get naked, she just suggested you pull your top down and let your nips get some sun. Who cares if some guy is watching. That's his problem."
"Exactly," the mother said. "This is our house now. This is our pool and we'll do as we please."
"Okay, I'm outta here," Megan said.
So far, I had only a very limited amount of information on my new neighbors. About two weeks ago I managed to run into the real estate lady as she was taking down the for sale sign. I made the usual pretense of being concerned about noise and having good neighbors, but all she would tell me is that they were a very nice family, great credit (the sale went right through!), a divorced mother and her two teenage daughters, one eighteen and a senior in high school and the other nineteen and a freshman in college.
I stood up and looked out the window just in time to see Megan get up and strut around the pool, glancing up at my window with a sexy pout and a smirk on her face as she went, her little bottom encased in a skin-tight, one-piece, purple swimsuit. I was startled. Could she have seen me? And why was she smirking?
I felt a little guilty watching her through the blinds like I did what with my cock all stiff inside my pants. Still, she is eighteen, I reasoned. She may not look it but she is of legal age. She can vote and join the army, for example. Or, if she wanted, pose nude for magazines and internet webcams. Take selfies in her little bra and panties and post them to Facebook. Undress in her second floor bedroom directly across the way from my bedroom. Maybe stand at her window and pinch her nipples and rub her bald pussy while I stand not thirty feet away, watching her and stroking my cock until I squirt my cum in white streaming ribbons out the open window and onto the grass below.
Or maybe not. Anyway, I was thinking all those things could happen and, you know, it would be totally cool because she's eighteen now and I could never be considered out of line for thinking about her tight little body in such a blatantly sexual manner. It's not like anyone would blame me for thinking such thoughts. Megan could be a runway model if she chose: tall and lean with long wavy auburn hair, full pink lips, extra long athletic legs, and the tightest, firmest little bottom you could imagine. She would be perfect if only she weren't so uptight about exposing herself, peeling her swimsuit down like her Mom suggested, and sunbathing topless.
Danielle and Amber, however, had no such inhibitions. Danielle, the mother, I estimated to be in her late thirties, and really just an older, filled out and voluptuous version of Megan. Amber, on the other hand, is a real life vision of my fantasy dream girl, straight blonde hair down to the middle of her back, full lips and a beautiful smile, and her tiny waist made the rest of her body seem even more curvaceous. She had a little sparkle at the corner of her mouth just above her lip. It must be a piercing of some kind and it made her seem just a little more dangerous and dirty sexy.
They were both stretched out and topless, their respective red and pink bikini tops strewn on the coffee table between the matching linen fabric chaise lounge chairs. From my vantage point I could see Danielle rubbing lotion into her gorgeous 34D breasts.
"Look Amber, our tits practically match. I think mine are still pretty perky. Look how high my points are, they stick straight out. What do you think?"
"I see them," Amber laughed. "You've always had great tits, Mom. You need to lose the tan lines though."
"That's what I'm doing, sweetie. I just don't want to get burned. Summer's just getting started."
With that she squirted another white glob of lotion on each breast and started rubbing it in, carefully giving extra attention to her nipples. She cupped her breasts, kneading them, holding them and admiring them, so pretty and so pink, the nipples now so hard and erect.
I sat back down into my chair. If this is what summer is going to be like my cock is going to get every day workouts, I smiled to myself. I was in a daze. My head felt like it was filled with cotton. What kind of luck was this for an aspiring voyeur to have these sexy girls for my new neighbors!
I've been living alone for a several years now and have developed a regular ritual when I masturbate. It's always either in my bedroom or on the couch downstairs in my living room, wherever the sunlight is the most intense. I love the sun shining in on me. In the mornings it's my couch, but afternoons it's the plush cocoa-colored chair in my bedroom. I like to lay out a soft white towel, fold it over once and place it on the cushion, strip naked from the waist down, and bask in the sunlight. In my bedroom the sun streams in through the slats of the blinds in alternating strips of light and shade.
Sometimes I'll wear a white dress shirt and strategically cover my cock with the shirt tails, playing with my penis underneath, gently rubbing the head until it starts to harden. I like a mix of lubricants, equal parts lotion, conditioner and baby oil, which helps turn my hands into a warm and welcoming pussy. When I start to get an erection I'll unbutton my shirt until I'm completely exposed, my hard cock glistening in the sun. I love how the head of my penis turns purple and glistens and shines in the sun.
So there I was, hand fucking my beautiful cock, moaning to myself, coaxing the shaft to get still harder in my hand, thrusting and stroking with one hand and poking the head into the palm of my other hand. My climax was building, nearing that intense point of no return, that point where I'll sometimes get too verbal, calling out to my cock, fucking myself with a fury, demanding the spray of hot sperm to show itself. Here I was now on the verge of exhilaration, of white cream and silvery shudders, when the voices of my questioning neighbors put the brakes on my frenzy.
"Did you hear that?" Amber said, "I think I heard something," she whispered.
She couldn't know I could hear her whispering as clear as if she were speaking to me. In a way, I think she was.
