This is a work of fiction, of course.
It contains Reluctance, Older man/younger woman and some voyeurism.
I hemmed and hawed about putting this in the non-consent section. I am still not sure it doesn't belong there...enjoyxxx
Dear Sir
As per your instructions, I have spent the day taking pictures and filming nasty little vids on my cellphone. I think you'll love them – I took loads of shots of my big, nut-brown breasts, gleaming with oil. I also stuffed that pink dildo between the shiny globes. I thought it stood out really well against my skin, and would help you imagine fucking my huge dark breasts...
I got a good short vid of my massive boobs bouncing up and down, and right out of my tight, see-through top. I made sure I moaned and squealed real loud when I taped that – I wanted to make your cock really hard...and there is also one where I am teasing my spread open pussy with my white man's 'cock'. You can see my long, sleek and oiled legs spread up by my shoulders and tied up. Best of all, you can see my pink inner lips dripping with sweet white cream...
You know, I have a next door neighbour, an older man called Eric. He and his wife Betty are retired, and he spends most of his time in his garden or 'pottering around' in his shed. Thing is, this gives him an unobstructed view into my bedroom and frontroom. I always seem to see him looking up into my windows. I used to make a point of catching his eye, thinking that might embarass him into looking away. Instead, he would wave cheerfully at me, and keep on looking.
I've finally worked out that as his house shares a wall with mine (bloomin' terraced houses!), he can hear a lot of what goes on in my house. Including when my shower is running. I noticed that whenever I finished a shower and went into my bedroom, there he was, in his garden, looking right into my bedroom. I don't like curtains, I like the sun on my skin and walk around naked in the house quite a lot. I feel like it is just letting him win if I hide behind curtains. Why can't he be polite and discreet like most english retired gentlemen. Sometimes, I like to do my morning exercises naked. I alternate jogging in place with long stretches. Normally tits as big as mine need to be held down with a pretty sturdy sports bra, but since I was in the privacy of my own home, I didn't mind a bit of a titty shaking. I kind of liked it, as a matter of fact. It seems that Eric did as well – I could see his silhouette through the window of his shed as I stretched my leg over me head to loosen my hamstrings (free cunt shot) or jumped up and down to limber up (breasts bouncing wildly). I would also bend at the waist to touch my toes and warm-up by back muscles (nice long view of my rounded ass, and exposed cunt). I could never tell, but I imagined him watching me from his little shed, moaning quietly so no-one could hear, tugging feverishly at his great dripping old man's cock.
Once, I went outside to smoke while he was in his yard. I sat down on my garden chair to smoke and have a quick 'over the fence' chat with my neighbour. He is a keen gardener, and when I asked for some advice, he stepped over the fence between our gardens and got on his knees to show me which of the weird green things were weeds. As I sat there, I noticed that his eyes were no longer exclusively fastened on my fat tits. His voice shook as he tried to be 'casual' telling me stuff I really wasn't interested in about plants and trees and shit. He was on his knees in front of me, and I could see he was trying to see up my robe ( I was just about to jump into the shower). While he talked, I slowly let my thighs relax, spreading my knees apart. His voice really started to shake, and finally stopped. He just sat there, on his knees, staring at my open black pussy. I stubbed out my cigarette and cleared my throat. This seemed to snap him out of his trance and he looked up at my grinning face. I got up and tossed a 'catch you later' over my shoulder as I went into my house. Of course, he pretty much saw me whenever he had a mind to peer into my house from his garden, but what's the difference. I pretty much saw him as 'tame' – as far as I was concerned I could keep him at arms length while still giving the old bastard a few thrills.
I mention Eric because as I was getting ready for my photoshoot after my shower, he was standing in his garden, yet again. It is so cold outside, I don't check for him as often, so I had already started rubbing lotion into my naked body before I saw him. I glared at him. He just smiled and waved. I felt my heartbeat speed up as I deliberately continued to rub cocoa butter over my arms and my massive titties. I turned around and continued to massage cocoa butter into my firm buttocks. I slapped them a few times when I was done - it makes them shake and with the added shimmer of the cocoa butter, my dark skin looked spectacular. I bent over to do my legs and feet, making sure that my ass was pressed right up to the window. I was laughing to myself, thinking that dirty old man was probably so shocked that he had already run back into his house. I turned around and looked outside. He was still there, and he had a funny look on his face. As I stared at him, he jumped the fence dividing our yards, walked the few steps to my back door and started knocking loudly.
I was surprised and a little scared - maybe I'd gotten him mad! I grabbed the first thing I could find (a white silk short robe), and draped it around my glistening body as I ran down the stairs. Damn, just as I was opening the door, I realised that it was sticking to my still damp nipples, ass and curves. Never mind, I thought grimly. I would just open the door a crack-
Ernie pushed hard at the door as soon as I opened it, and he is much bigger and stronger than me, so i was squashed against the wall as he breezed past me.
"Brrr. It was getting cold out there!" He exclaimed cheerily, as if nothing was wrong. I stared at him as he walked confidently through to my front room. I guess he knew his way around my house!
"Thing is Eric," I pulled my almost transparent white robe closer around me and glanced outside again. His wife's car was gone. Damn. No wonder he felt so safe. I followed him into my own front room.
"Thing is Eric", I said, "this is not a good time...why don't you come over for a cup of tea later?" I was almost begging him to leave, he made me feel so nervous all of a sudden.
Suddenly he smiled.
"Of course love - the wife will be visiting her mam tonight - I will come by around 8?"
"Oh, but," I stammered, "I-I - I'm not sure....I mean...I'll be alone...I..."
His smile turned into a grin, and he walked past me to the door. As he brushed past, he gave me oily buttocks a good hard squeeze through my short robe.
"Eric!" I squealed.
Eric just grinned again, and let himself out.
When did he grow a pair? I wondered to myself.
I ran back upstairs and took naughty pictures of my tits and pussy. It was hard because I used my cell phone and it was hard to get the 'composition' right. I wanted some nice shots of me bent over, stretching my asscheeks apart, displaying my hot, wet pussy to the camera. Well, I only have two hands so, I couldn't. I shot the films and was going over the results when Eric knocked on my door again. I got up to let him in, still trying to work out how I was going to send these naughty images to you.
I invited Eric in, and offered him a cup of tea. Oh, well, I thought. I can be a bit of a prick-tease at times. And he seemed ok, so I let what happened earlier go.
As we were sitting chatting in the kitchen (I was thinking that with luck he would be out of my house in about 15 mins, with nothing but the thrill of having actually sat down with me face to face to add to his meager life.)
"More tea?" I asked him when the conversation ground to a halt.
