Author's note –
This is a work of pure fiction. There is no connection to any real people or places. Any resemblance to real life people, events, or someone else's writings is coincidental. It is for entertainment only and is not to be reproduced without written consent.
I think you will find this chapter a little more interesting, from an erotic standpoint. If you haven't read Ch 01, you may find it fills in some important background that leads up to this chapter. Key to the stories is a component inside Jerry's computer that causes what he writes to happen in real life.
Before submitting this chapter, I happened to check for comments to the first three. I saw where someone had commented that Chapter 1 is real similar to a work by Stephen King. I've never read or saw the Stephen King story the commenter mentioned. Everything I write is based on a simple premise that just pops into my head and I 'wing it' from there, no notes, no outline. In the 3-4 days it takes to write, I may find the finished story has taken a major detour from what I envisioned at the start.
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Jerry Waters is slightly geeky kind of guy who one day acquires a computer with some interesting properties. He is using his computer to write erotic stories without fully realizing what is happening around him.
Soon after powering up his new acquisition, a strange twist of fate activated an interesting 'feature' on his 'antique' computer . . . .
The continuing saga --
It was early summer but already turning very warm on Saturday mid-morning. It was looking to turn out to be a hot day.
Jerry had already been up and around for a few hours. He'd had his breakfast, a shower, and cleaned up a few things in his room. It was when he walked by his 2nd floor bedroom window that he paused to see what was going on outside.
Jerry's 2nd floor bedroom window had a pretty good view of the back yards of the other houses on the next street over. Of particular interest to him was the neighbors directly behind Jerry's house. The house was owned by a couple in their early 30's. They didn't have any kids, and from some of the conversation that Jerry just happened to overhear when he was working on the bushes by the back fence, was that the wife didn't want kids to spoil their 'perfect' lifestyle. Apparently, this wasn't entirely what the husband wanted. Over the course of the last few years, Jerry had overheard the husband trying to convince his wife to consider kids. Other than that difference of opinion, the two of them got along quite well.
Almost every Saturday morning during the summer, his 32 yr old backyard neighbor would set up the lounger by her in-ground swimming pool. Jerry watched as her drop-dead gorgeous 36-28-32 body sauntered out the back slider door, placed a towel and a drink on the deck table, and eased her beautifully sun tanned body into the lounger. She almost always wore the same skimpy bikini, the one that barely covered her nipples and pussy. Even from 100 feet a way, Jerry could almost make out the hard nubs of her nipples, trying to poke through the fabric.
During the summer, it seemed like the same routine every Saturday. Mona's husband would leave at 9:30 in the morning to work for his shift as a high level supervisor at the power plant. At 10:00, Mona would come out the back slider, dressed only in her skimpy bikini, to soak up the sun by the pool. At 11:00, the pool maintenance guy would come by for an hour to skim any debris off the surface, check the filters, and add chemicals. By noon, Mona would go in for lunch, then come back out at 1:00 for another hour. At 6:00 PM, Mona's husband would be back home. By 9:00 PM, a pool party of friends and associates of Mona, and her husband, would be in full swing.
Jerry had gotten used to this Saturday schedule. When he wasn't busy on a Saturday morning, he would sit by his bedroom window, watching Mona in the lounger. Every time she shifted her body for a better position, her bikini had to be re-adjusted. Jerry was always on the ready with his binoculars in case she had a wardrobe malfunction that would expose her nipples or her pussy. On one occasion, Mona caught Jerry spying on her and shot him a dirty look to let him know his observations were unwanted. After that, Jerry was a little more careful to be unobserved.
With this happening every Saturday morning, it was driving him crazy. I mean, here she was, flaunting her body at him and at the same time, letting him know that she was totally off limits to him. By the time Mona went back inside at noon for lunch, Jerry was so horny from watching her through his binoculars, he had to furiously jerk off into a pair of his sister's old panties he had confiscated from her room some time ago.
With the heat of the day building and blood already surging through his body in expectation of the usual Saturday ritual about to unfold at the neighbor's house, Jerry's frustrations were building to an unbearable level. The only thing he could think of to help vent the frustration was to write about it, and his usual writing tool was the old computer he bought a few months ago at the estate sale shop he frequented.
Powering up the PC and opening up a blank document to type his thoughts in, the cube inside Jerry's computer began to glow a warm red, as Jerry's words began to flow . . .
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