We met Vernon Turner the day we moved into our new home. We thought we'd arrived, trading up from a small cramped apartment to a house with it's own garden. It was an expensive move, so I suppose we had. It had taken us a while but we'd finally scraped together enough money to put a sizable deposit down on a house in the suburbs so making the accompanying mortgage affordable. It had taken some doing though. Me working long hours with lots of overtime including most weekends.
It had been tough on both of us and I knew there were days when Tammy; that's my wife; didn't like that fact I was never at home. She was still to return to the workplace after having had our darling little daughter Belle, who was now six years old.
Anyway, the removal firm had left and we were in the midst of a sea of packing cases when there was a knock on the open door and a wheezy voice yelled out, "Is there anyone there?"
We both went to see who our first visitor was and there stood Vernon. Of medium height, bald and slightly tubby, his greedy little piggy eyes were already darting about all over the place, sizing us and our possessions up.
"Hello and welcome to the neighborhood," he finally said in a breathy, rough sounding voice. "Vernon Turner, your next door neighbor."
"Pleasure to meet you Vernon," I said stepping forward to shake his hand, "I'm Joel Cuthbert and this is my wife Tammy." I sort of half turned to indicate her but he pushed straight past me with a burst of speed that belied his size.
"My, my, my, now aren't you a pretty young thing," he wheezed as he took Tammy's hand in his and shook it violently.
Now Tammy's not tall, probably around 5'3, maybe 5'4 at a push and she's quite slim with nice legs and a perfect little bubble butt ass but for her petite frame her breasts are startlingly big. Anyway, today she was wearing a particularly low cut tee shirt and was therefore displaying a fair amount of her full round breasts to the world, a fact that had not gone unnoticed by our old neighbor judging by the length of time he spent shaking her hand and watching her breasts jiggle up and down inside her bra.
"Pleased to meet you," she smiled wanly, gasping as she finally managed to extricate herself from his grip.
"Excellent," he enthused. "A real pleasure." He could have been talking about meeting us but I knew exactly what he was referring to. We chatted inanely for a while about nothing in particular, his eyes darting about constantly but mainly focusing on Tammy. We were wanting to get on but clearly he was in no rush to leave any time soon. I knew why of course. Tammy had luckily managed to get away, excusing herself to tend to the needs of our daughter. But Vernon kept an eye out for her at every opportunity he could.
And why not. My wife is worth looking at. Well, I think so. Tammy is thirty two, around eight years younger than me. I'd first met her when I was dating her older sister, Connie Kowalski. At that time Tammy was only thirteen or fourteen. I knew she liked me but I just put it down to a teenager's crush. Her sister and I broke up when Tammy was sixteen. At that time she still had her crush on me but now that she had a woman's body it was difficult not to lust after her, especially as her breasts had just exploded out of her chest and then kept on growing. There was no doubt that she took after her mother in that department as Mrs Kowalski had the biggest, nicest breasts I'd ever seen on an older woman. Tammy's a dead ringer for her mother so it gives me immense pleasure to think that Tammy's breasts will still look as good in the years to come as they do now.
It was difficult to convince Connie and the rest of the Kowalski family that I was not a cradle snatcher when I started dating Tammy. I finally deflowered her on her eighteen birthday. I was particularly concerned about my health and well being for a while as it's a fact that Mr Kowalski is an abrasive, intimidating character and is known for his explosive temper. But I survived and four years later we were married. She was twenty two and I had just turned thirty.
"So have you lived here long?" I asked Vernon, just making polite conversation.
"Yep, I've been here for about twenty years," he said as he watched Tammy walk past us, her breasts delightfully jiggling about with every step she took. "I live alone now," he added sharply and in a raised voice.
It was an odd comment to make in that context but I thought no more about it. Vernon for his part continued to watch my wife as she flitted about from room to room. As well as having large boobs and a deep cleavage my wife is also blessed with the roundest, firmest bubble butt you've ever seen. It truly has been sculpted by the gods and she always and I mean always wears clothes to highlight the fact. As indeed she was today. For our moving day her outfit of choice had been a no brainer really. It was denim jeans. But not any old jeans. Oh no, that would never do. These looked to have been sprayed painted onto her legs. How she'd got into them I had no idea.
I could see Vernon was having a hard time trying to decide what he wanted to focus his attention on the most but I swear he almost had a coronary when Tammy bent down to pick something up off the floor by just bending over at the waist. She gave us a great view of her now heart shaped ass. I knew how he felt. I wanted to rush over there myself and give her a good doggie style fucking.
We finally got him to leave but not before he scuttled over to Tammy to say goodbye. He took her hand and shook it. Again he was fairly vigorous and he got the desired result.
As we watched him walk down the driveway Tammy turned to me and came straight to the point. "He's creepy ... and I didn't like the way he was looking at me."
"He's alright," I replied smiling, "he's just old that's all. Besides, who can blame him for looking. You are showing a lot of your boobs!"
"It's not that, it's the WAY he looked at them," Tammy said talking quickly and ignoring me, "he was constantly pursing and licking his lips as if he wanted to suckle on them. Didn't you notice? And did you SEE his trousers?"
I shook my head. Why would I be looking at his crotch. And further more, why would she?
"You couldn't help but notice," she added, as if reading my mind, "he was bulging down there. Yuk, it was really disgusting!"
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After a week or so of getting the inside of the house sorted we turned our attention to the outside and in particular, the garden. I'd kept on top of the grass cutting but there was a lot of weeding and digging and planting to do until we got it how Tammy wanted it. She does love to garden and as I can't tell a weed from a flower she won't let me anywhere near her beloved plants.
We hadn't seen much of Vernon in those early days apart from the occasional cheery wave and hello on the odd occasion we walked past his front garden. But all this changed as soon as Tammy started her gardening project. Every time she went outside, as if by magic Vernon would appear. Sometimes it was just a coincidence that he was out in his garden at the same time as us but one day looking out of a bedroom window I noticed him peeking through a gap in the hedge. After he went inside I casually wandered over to that spot and assumed the position that I presumed he had been standing in.
It was exactly what I had suspected. From his hidden vantage point he had the perfect view of where Tammy had been working with her back to him. The thing was, for most of the time she'd been on her hands and knees with her delicious ass sticking up displaying her firm ass cheeks to the world, which today had been nicely ensconced in a skimpy pair of shorts.
She'd done a lot of stretching forward, which had the effect of pulling the fabric of her shorts even tighter into the crack between her ass cheeks. As I took one final look behind me at Vernon's vantage point it was then I noticed it. A huge amount of a sticky white substance was slowly dripping off the hedge. It was unmistakably cum and there was lots of it. My god, he'd jerked himself off whilst watching my wife!
It was later that evening that I casually dropped Vernon into our conversation.
"Did you see Vernon today?"
"No, why do you ask?"
"I think he was spying on you, that's all," I said with a slight laugh.
