Don't you feel stuck in this endless mundane cycle. Work, eat and sleep with the only option that is to repeat over and over again. Being a 33-year-old female living the life of a suburban mom with the only difference being that I don't actually have kids. This is the life I live, never been in trouble or broke the simplest of rules, working as a financial analyst in one of the major banks and being of Indian descent, it's the typical life plan for any person deemed exotic to the families around me.
As a single introverted woman having a 3-bedroom house living alone in the suburbs filled with families on the outskirts from Houston, all paid for by the company. who am I to not take advantage of owning a house in today's markets.
With black shoulder-length hair, light brown eyes, to the golden mahogany skin tone. At least with this dull cycle that drains my energy enough to keep my diamond shape face and slim lean column body at 5"8 in peak physical form, that also perk up my 34DD breasts as well, other than that I thought this was going to be my modest life and eventually find myself a husband, well up until that random night walking passed the empty bedroom, happening to see a slim slit of light through my neighbour's bedroom window.
I have never thought of anything too taboo in the past, with cultural norms being fed to you at an early age, you seldomly ever find yourself down the rabbit hole when it comes to the sexual preference of ones' mind. But in that moment of pure chance, a certain delusional intrigue took over, even simple motor skills such as the ability to breathe was tested to its limits.
The house next door is made into a home by a small family, two 40 something year old parents with an 18-year-old teenage son. The Andersons, eloquently written in their last Christmas card that found itself into my post-box. I've met Sarah and David and their son Ethan quite a few times now, little pleasant chatting if we happen to meet while in our driveways and they always invite me over for their occasional BBQs, which Ethan never leaves his room. Wouldn't say we are close friends but as close as neighbours can be I suppose.
Earlier that evening I heard their stereotypical minivan pull out of their driveway and thought nothing of it and went about my normal routine; eating dinner in front of the TV, the only difference is that I left my phone to charge in the upstairs bedroom. As I shrug off the comfortable feeling of being hugged by the leather sofa, I reluctantly pull myself up to go and fetch it. Walking back from getting my phone off the wireless pad and heading back down. Call it chance, coincidence or just pure faith in that moment passing one of the empty bedrooms directly facing the main Anderson's bedroom, I catch a glimpse of movement through a small sliver opening through their curtains, to my surprise or at least curious interest I see Ethan their son, a slim, slender frame teenager with hazel hair, shoulder length chestnut hair and green eyes, probably about 5"2 in height, not your typical jock appearance but rather demurer in nature. I watch as he delicately opens some built-in white draws not more than 5 minutes of hearing their van leave. I step closer to the window in the dark room not knowing of the surreal viewing that is to occur.
I watch as he takes a dark blue lace panty out the of the draw and place them on the bed, then he proceeds to open a cupboard door with two racks of what could only be his mom's tops and shirts, I watch him ruffling through the tops finding a black and white stripe blouse. Removing it from the hanger he places that on the bed as well. At this point my breathing got heavier, as I hear the beats of my heart, my right hand clenching the side of my curtain while my left hand grips my phone. I don't know why as if I have entered a state of trance but I instinctively raise my phone and point my camara to the window, and press the record button.
he now takes of his shirt off and pull down his grey sweat shorts along with his boxers. Standing their fully naked as he picks up the panty and pulls them up, hooking the sides of the waist, pulling them slightly above his waist. My mouth opens in disbelief, but strikingly fixated to my very own live burlesque show. the anxiety and the nervous feeling of trepidation, all the normal sense of human sanity, the barrier that prevents human nature to break rules deemed serve was spinning through my head but the temptation for curiosity broke those natural laws turning them into something more intoxicating, additive, the pure sexual desire growing within the depths of my pelvic region.
Ethan now bending forward starts to unbutton the first few buttons of the blouse as he picks it up turns it around and throws over his head, his fingertips running over the subtle fabric, turning around, I watch as his ass comes into view, that lace fabric griping tightly against that smooth skin of his, my right hand slipping down my sweatpants, the warmth from my pussy, undeniable, I start to rub my lips over my soaking panties, the sensation of fabric rubbing against my swollen clit, mesmerising.
He continues to admire himself in the body-length mirror unaware of eyes admiring his intentions. He kneels down and drags a pair of black high heels out from the cupboard floor onto the carpet, my eyes widen as my sub-coconscious urges him on. His right-hand leans onto the door for support as he takes his left foot and slips on the shoe, then steps up to fill the right pair, turning to the mirror once more I see the form of his now shapely legs, his calves prominently flexing. Which sends my visual stimulation into a state of bliss so much so that I place my fingers inside my panties, the feeling of skin slowly gliding over my outer lips just once as I press hard against my erect clit, causing an intense pulsating orgasm, feeling my pelvic region cramping as I have never felt before, the pain only enhancing the overwhelming sexual craving.
Ethan now spinning around while in those sexy little heels, rubbing his body seductively, against his crouch, moving his hands onto his hip, and without any warning he quickly strips again taking off the shoes and placing them back where he found them, next the blouse that looked adorable on him, and hung it back on the rack, finally the lace panty that stuck tightly against his figure, neatly folding it and placing it back into the draw. Now naked again his cock not more than 5" sticking out proudly as he puts on this shirt and sweat-shorts, making sure with one final check to see if all the items are in place, he closes the draw and doors and heads out of the room as if nothing ever occurred.
I, still reeling from my what my body experienced, my legs weak, tummy sore, still taking in deep breaths, still I can't comprehend what my mind just allowed me to perform. My sense of time all but fragmented, what felt like hours' was only 6 minutes in reality as I pressed the button to stop the recording.
I walked down the stair back to the lounge, laying down over the two-seater, with my eyes closed I hear the unmistakable minivan pull up back to their driveway, and with my senses heightened I hear two car doors close.
I close my eyes once more to gather my thoughts, but instead of sticking to that mundane routine of one sleeping their bed, I pass out with a sense of satisfaction over my tender lips.
Waking up in the morning as the alarm on my phone rings, in a daze while my body feeling sore, feeling like the day after spending the first time at a gym. I snap into realization, that what I had witnessed was not a dream, my mouth felt dry, my panties stuck to my skin, my nipples hard and tender at the thought that I captured the moment but don't dare to watch it yet.
All I know or at least what I want to know is that I need Ethan to be his truest self; standing in front me. Now addicted to the devilish embrace that has taken over my body and mind. Finally getting up, I get ready for work, with one constant thought; the selfish tendency of wanting to experience that intense orgasm once more.
Sitting in my office trying to figure out a way to entice him to open up to me without it taking ages, with all sorts of complicated plans swirling around my head, mind you I come from a very strict and conservative background with a professional work life, so not wanting to draw in attention is important. I pull out my phone, put on my buds and play the video, I can hear my breathing turn into moaning as I watch, reliving every second, the urges of anxiety and unease consume me as my pussy starts to become swollen, I clench my thighs rubbing them together, the friction against my lips causing the utmost pleasure as I enter the state of ecstasy. then in an instant of clarity, the pieces of needing my desire to become reality once more is written clearly within my mind.
I leave work a little early heading to a boutique on the way back home, heading straight to the teen section, I choose a selection of tops, dresses, pairs of lace and silk panties from stings to high waists, full and thigh-high stockings anything a petite teenager would love to have if her parents never knew and she wanted to feel suggestively erotic but the most important items where definitely the shoes, all of which in some sort of heels, open toe sandals, from 4 to 6 inch heels and not to mention a pair of heeled boots. Not knowing the size exact size that would fit Ethan didn't matter just as long as it would fit around his slender frame.
After what felt like buying half of the boutique's selection of clothing, I packed my X5 and made one more trip the building store before heading home. Making sure I park in the garage instead of the driveway, another routine broken, and lug all the bags into the bedroom that overlooks the backyard. Filling the empty draws and racks with all of the items.
By the time I had placed all the clothing away and the bags in the guest bedroom, it was 11pm, I made myself a quick sandwich and went to bed.
It was the weekend and the perfect time to "cross-paths" with Ethan, watching from my lounge window I wait with a cup of coffee in hand, waiting for him to bring out his basketball on this fine spring day and like clockwork he comes out and I proceed to take out some trash..
