Luke crushed his empty beer can and tossed it into the back of his Chevy truck. She was late, and he was beginning to wonder if she had plans after work that differed from her week night routine. He watched Nina's windows with expectant eyes, drawing hard on his cigarette, and thinking about the last two years. He was here as often as he could be, and she never failed to unknowingly giver him a very sexual show.
The familiar twinge of desire stirred in his pants, but the sour taste of disappointment quickly repelled it. Raking his hand through is unruly dark hair, Luke decided he would have to watch another night. His fingers closed around the key, as he swallowed his disappointment; he would have to sneak over to Carla's window, and hope her nosey father wasn't home. He could at least kiss her, and touch her soft skin before he had to go to work. That would have to be enough for tonight.
Carla was boring when it came to sex in comparison to Nina. When he'd lost his virginity to Carla, he had expected to experience what Nina does to the men that she brought home. Much to his disappointment she had just laid underneath him, mimicking sounds that she had heard from porn, pretending to enjoy what he was doing. He imagined Nina the entire time. Carla was sweet and could be fun, but when it came to sex she was frigid and unresponsive.
His truck, older than himself by ten years, sputtered to life coughing and groaning. Sighing heavily, he started to back up out of the empty lot across the street from the window he watched, when he seen the lights come on. Feeling a sense of relief that surprised him, Luke killed the engine, and settled back against the vinyl seat.
Nina was 40 now making her 20 years his senior, but she was the most beautiful, sexually inclined women he had ever seen. He watched her through her always open curtains, and remembered the first time he had seen her in all her glory. Almost two years ago she had paid him $30.00 to pull the weeds, mow the grass and lay some gravel around her house.
Luke shifted his weight in the cab of his truck as the memory stirred his desire. He watched Nina walk through her living room and into the kitchen, where she poured herself a glass of wine and rolled her head back and forth on her sagging shoulders with her eyes closed. She leaned against her counter rubbing her neck, as he encouraged his memory.
He remembered exactly the way she looked, through her bathroom window on that hot summer day. He had crouched just underneath it behind a small shrub. She sat on an oversized chair near her bathtub, her cotton summer dress pulled down to expose her firm, braless breasts, her fingers tugging at her nipples, while the fingers of her other hand stroked the folds of her pussy. Her gorgeous legs were spread loosely, her dress bunched around her slender waist; her mouth slightly parted.
A slight smile curved his lips at the memory as he watched her. On that summer day, he had only been walking by looking for weeds, when he was rewarded with the show. At the time he had still been a shy, skinny, bean pole with an acne problem, thus still a virgin. It had been the first time he had seen her naked and before that day he had only masturbated to his fathers Hustler, and Playboy magazines.
His jaw clenched as he remembered in detail watching her please herself that first time, slipping her fingers over her clit in circular motions. He had stood mesmerized in the hot sun, rubbing his instantly hard cock through his shorts. His tongue hard, and a desire like he'd never felt before, settled in his stomach, burning as if on fire. Luke smiled at the memory of standing outside her window, grunting, viciously rubbing, and completely oblivious to anything around him other then the way her fingers dipped into her cunt, massaging, as her breasts heaved with her heavy breaths. He could still see her pussy lips glistening with her juices, the way her hips moved in tiny circles and how she trapped her clit between her fingers, rolling it softly as he held his aching hard-on, stroking the length of it in long jerking motions.
Luke shifted again in his truck, and adjusted his hard on. Nina sipped from her wine glass and smoked a cigarette; still in her kitchen. He sighed as anticipation poked at him; his memory pressing on.
He remembered the way his knees wobbled, as he watched her pull her breasts close enough to her face to allow her darting tongue to skim across her large dark nipples. He had jerked feverishly on his cock, clenching his teeth and seeing stars, as her delicate fingers expertly moved at her center. He remembered trying to slow his jerk when his balls tightened to prolong the experience but he couldn't. It felt too good. He was lightheaded and swayed as his cock spewed long ropes of cum all over the side of her house.
That had been the first of two. He couldn't take his eyes off her and continued to watch her, as her painted toe's curled, her breasts bouncing slightly as she rubbed her fingers through the slick wetness of her pussy. Her soft moans and whimpers made it hard for him to breathe and only minutes later his cotton shorts once again tented around his cock. Anxiously, he had pumped it through a loose fist, a little slower this time as her head collided with the back of her chair; her chestnut colored hair spilling over her slender shoulders to rest against her perfectly supple breasts.
He had squeezed and pulled on his throbbing cock as she rocked her hips against her own fingers, circling them around her swollen clit. Her tan skin shinny from the sheen of sweat that covered her, added to his excitement. He remembered how her breaths started coming in shallow pants, and her body began to tremble, as she moaned, beckoning her own orgasm. It was when her thighs began to tremble and her body tensed that he began jerking his cock uncontrollably. His hand was a blur on his cock as her body trembled and tightened. He could see the muscles in her stomach contract as her moans got louder.
He thought she looked in his direction when he moaned, releasing his second round of thick hot cum all over the wall and his shorts. Wishful thinking on his part he was sure.
It was hard to talk to her after that, he stumbled over words, and forgot sometimes how to walk when he was in her presence. After that day, watching Nina became almost a sort of obsession. She almost never failed to let him down.
Luke sighed as his memory faded and unzipped the constricting material of his jeans, shifting a little to allow enough room for his aching cock to spring from its confines. He skimmed the tip of it with his fingers pulling slightly, and enjoying the hot pulsing rips of pleasure that shot through his groin as he watched her now, and remembered her then.
He watched from the darkness of his truck as Nina let her hair fall from her up do, and slipped out of her heels. Luke lazily pumped the head of his cock through his fist as she downed the rest of her wine and poured another glass, before padding back into the living room. He wondered if she would have a visitor tonight or if she would take care of herself. He hoped it was the latter. He liked watching her being fucked by the men she brought home, but watching her fuck herself always produced his best orgasms. He groaned quietly, tightening his grip around his cock, and pulled a little faster in anticipation.
His gaze fell over her legs still toned and beautiful, as Nina padded into her living room where she sat on the arm of her couch and her eyes closed. He frequently thought about what it would be like to push them apart and lick the folds of her pussy. Slowly tease her the way she had teased him for the last two years. He wanted so badly to flick his tongue over her clit, lap up the sweet juice that dripped from her and fuck her with his tongue.
He bit his bottom lip as he watched her hand rest on her breasts and slowed his pace knowing she would take her time. He watched her finger glide along the hem of her blouse, up over her collar bone then along the side of her neck. He smiled with tantalizing anticipation, and entertained the idea of knocking on her door. Nina's movement dissipated the thought like a cloud of smoke, as she disappeared down the hall. He teased his cock, massaging just under the head allowing his desire to mount, until she returned; he knew she would, she always did.
Nina returned wearing only an over sized tee shirt and a pair of white cotton panties, carrying a refilled glass of whine. She looked relaxed and he couldn't wait for her to touch herself. Grabbing the head of his cock, he squeezed it gently and forced it past his fingers, imagining what her soft lips would feel like wrapped around it. He groaned hoarsely at the thought, sexual desire flooding him. His muscles tight and breathing heavy, he watched her intently.
