Night began to fall around the neighborhood and soon the horizon was nothing more than a pale glow of the last fading rays of the sun. The houses were blanketed with the slightly heavy air of a warm early-summer night. Rick Kramer was alone in his house. He lived in the two-story split-level home with his wife and kids. They were all out for a few hours and he was left, happily, by himself.
Within a few minutes he was in front of his computer looking at porn. He was a fit 45, his brown hair only barely starting to be flecked with the occasional grey. He had broad shoulders. His face was chiseled with full lips and a distinct jawline. He sat, watching and stroking his cock, teasing it to life. Lately he'd been watching a lot of teen porn. It was his next-door neighbor's fault. Or rather, it was she who first stirred his desire for younger women and nubile teens. The girl's developed chest caught his gaze and he watched with aroused admiration at the transformation of a woman's hips from a young body. It was all the more taboo because his daughter was the same age and one of the girl's best friends. He couldn't help it though, he wanted her. She'd been the object of many of his fantasies. His mind drifted from the raunchy sex on the computer in front of him to his own fantasies of Erika, the literal girl next door.
He closed his eyes and thought of her, lounging by the pool in her family's back yard and wearing a small bikini from the summer before, which now only just covered her barely 18 year old curves. In his mind's eye he saw her thick breasts stretching the material tight over pert nipples and her light brown hair, streaked blond by the rays of the summer sun, falling over her shoulders. He gripped his cock harder, jerking faster as he imagined her looking up at him from her towel, her eyelashes blinking lazily in front of deep blue eyes. Moans coming from his computer's speakers brought him back from his fantasy at least long enough to be reminded of his surroundings. He stood up and walked to the window, enjoying the feel of his weighty manhood. He looked out briefly, his naked body glowing in the dim light of his room. At first he only caught a glimpse. He wasn't even sure about that much, so he did a double-take. In all the years that her bedroom window had faced his, he had never been lucky enough to see her through their windows. He didn't look a lot. But he did glance. Especially when he was alone. Tonight, though, he saw her.
She was changing, having just come in from a jog. Her thick but tight breasts were contained in a tight black sports bra. She wore form-fitting running shorts that showed off her tight thighs and calves. A yellow stripe adorned each leg, running straight down to her matching running shoes. Her calves were immaculate. Instinctively his hand tightened around his member, stroking slowly but deliberately. Her ass, because of the near-darkness of dusk and the lighting in her bedroom, was perfectly viewable in great detail. The tight shorts left very little to the imagination. Her window was open and he could hear her music as she danced around the room, changing her clothes.
