I pulled the blinds open and looked at her. She stood there motionless, the same naughty grin on her face I'd seen at the mailboxes. I found myself smiling back as I reached down to pull my sweatshirt off. I slowly swayed my hips as I pulled it as slowly as I could over my head. My nipples instantly hardened in the coolness of the room, and I could feel the old, familiar warmness building between my legs.
I ran my hands over my breasts, feeling their smooth softness beneath my palms. My fingers squeezed towards their peaks, coming to grip on my pierced nipples, giving each a slight tug. I closed my eyes and let my hands roam over my stomach, breasts, shoulders and face. I opened my eyes and licked my finger as my other hand fondled my left tit. My naughty neighbor was watching me intently, her hands gripping her own breasts through her shirt.
My hands slid down my body, coming to rest on the waistband of my sweatpants. I turned away from her and slipped them slowly down my legs, bending over fully at the waist to give her a good view of my ass. Stepping out of my sweatpants, I turned back to face her, running my hands up my legs and across my pubic mound on their way back to my breasts.
She had taken off her shirt and was now pinching her tiny, strawberry nipples. The sight of her full, pale breasts and small pink nipples in contrast to her dark hair and features sent shivers up my spine. She was gorgeous, and all I could think about was giving her a good show.
My fingers ran up and down my body, teasing myself. My pussy was wet and starting to ache for relief, and I knew I wouldn't be able to ignore it much longer. I turned away from her again, facing my bed. Swaying my hips, I pulled all my pillows towards the middle. Climbing onto the bed, I reached down and touched myself. I was shocked at how wet I was. I was practically dripping. Who knew that showing off could be such a turn on?
I looked over my shoulder as I softly rubbed my clit and saw my naughty neighbor with her own hand down the front of her boxers. Her legs were awkwardly spread as she stood, fingering herself, too. Knowing that my exhibitionism was getting her so hot she had to masturbate got me all the more hot. I rolled onto my back and spread my legs wide. Sitting up, I plunged two fingers into my soaked pussy, moaning in my own pleasure. My thumb rubbed over my clit as I curled my fingers to massage my g-spot. I knew I'd be cumming in no time.
I arched my back and grabbed at my tits with my free hand. I could feel the beginning tremors of my orgasm welling up deep inside me as my breath starting coming in short, sharp gasps. I squeezed my eyes shut and groaned loudly as the orgasmic wave of pleasure washed over me, and I could feel my pussy spasm around my fingers. I rolled onto my side, clamping my legs shut around my hand. I couldn't remember ever cumming as hard through masturbating as I did then. The feeling was incredible.
Opening my eyes, I could see her in the throes of her own orgasm. Her shorts were halfway down her thighs, and her hand was ravaging her pussy. Her chest heaved and her eyes were squeezed tight. Her back was arched, and her left hand rested against the windowpane. I could almost swear I heard her moaning as she came. Her right hand came up to rest against the glass as well, as her knees buckled underneath her. I could tell that she was still breathing hard when she opened her eyes and looked at me smiling.
All I could do was smile back. I knew that she was going to be the best neighbor I'd ever had.
