As long as I can remember I've been able to watch Mr and Mrs Summer fucking the night away. My earliest childhood memories involve hearing their pants and moans and as I entered puberty and got more sexually aware and curious I started watching them. I'd turn off my lights, open my curtains and play with myself as I looked straight into their bedroom, which was only a few yards from mine.
I was still a virgin, but I'd fall asleep with wet dreams about being fucked by Mr Summer just as I'd seen him fuck his wife senseless so many times. I'd dream about sucking his big cock and having him buy me the kind of sexy underwear his wife wore all the time. But with no experience and not being one of the pretty girls that got noticed in school, how could I ever seduce him?
So the years passed and all I could do was to watch and enjoy the sex show that was played out in front of me every night and letting my pussy become intimately acquainted with my fingers. By the time I was 18 and a month away from leaving for university I was getting desperate. I was still a virgin, but so hungry for sex that it was all I could think of. I'd developed late, but I was now the proud owner of two firm b-cup tits. My body was starting to show some feminine curves and as of my 18th birthday I shaved my pussy that had previously been covered by blonde curls. I was, in other words, pretty average. 5'5", neither skinny nor fat, mousy blonde shoulder length hair and blue-grey eyes.
Then Mrs Summer went away. My mother mentioned something about her having to go and take care of her elderly aunt. I watched Mr Summer on his own. He was playing porn on his video and masturbating hard. How I wished it could be my mouth around that erection. On the Wednesday, a couple of days after Mrs Summer went away I was walking down our street at noon. My parents were both at work and I was bored. When I walked past the Summer's house I saw Mr Summer in the garden. He was mowing the lawn and he wasn't wearing anything but tight shorts. I felt a tingle in my pussy as I saw him, knowing exactly what the shorts were hiding.
"Hi Nessa!" Mr Summer waved to me.
"Hi Mr Summer!" I replied.
He turned off the lawn mower and walked up to me.
"You must be getting excited about going of to university."
"Yes," I replied. "But this has been such a boring summer. Most of my friends aren't going to university and they already have jobs."
"So you're having to play with yourself then?" he winked at me and I didn't know how to reply, what did he mean?
"You're going to study to be a teacher, right?" he continued.
"That's right."
"You probably don't know this, but I had a younger sister who was going to be a teacher, but she was killed in a car crash. You're welcome to look at her books and see if any of them are of any use."
"Really? I'd love that!"
"Come on in."
Mr Summer walked ahead of me and I couldn't believe my luck. I was going into the house and he was all alone.
"The books are in the attic," he said. "Come on up with me."
I followed him and felt that familiar tickle as we walked past his bedroom. The door was open and I could see straight into my own room. He pulled down a trap door and we climbed up into the dark and dusty space. It took us five minutes to find the box with Mr Summer's sister's books. I recognised several titles and picked them up. As we came down from the attic I looked at Mr Summer and his body was covered with dust. I looked down at myself and discovered that I was just as dirty.
"Days like this you really wish you had air conditioning," Mr Summer laughed. "All the dust and dirt sticks to your skin when you get a bit sweaty."
I nodded in agreement and pretended to be more worried about it than I actually was.