Jeremy never thought of himself as a Peeping Tom. He didn't own a pair of binoculars and he never looked at the houses in his neighborhood to see who left their blinds up at night. He liked looking at pretty women, but no more or less than the next guy, and he certainly couldn't imagine watching someone without their knowledge or permission. If anyone had asked him-and nobody ever did-he would have insisted that he was no voyeur.
Then Chandra moved in next door.
Not that he knew her name right away. He wasn't there the day she moved in-he had a conference in Phoenix that weekend, another one of the three-day long meeting marathons that kept him from even getting a puppy, let alone considering any kind of serious relationship. By the time he pulled into his driveway, the moving van was already gone and the porch light was on next door. Jeremy gave half a thought to introducing himself to his new neighbor, but it was already half past ten and he was feeling grungy and exhausted. He put it on his list of things to do next week and dragged his luggage inside.
After he sluiced himself off, he went upstairs with a towel around his waist without even knowing yet who his new neighbor really was. The house next door had been on the market for five months, long after Janice and Steve had moved to California, and Jeremy had long ago lost track of all the people the real estate agent had trooped in and out to see the home. He'd waved dutifully at each one, and commiserated with the older woman who was showing the property when she said it was 'a buyer's market right now'. But he hadn't really paid attention to the people coming and going. He figured he'd have plenty of time to get to know them once they moved in.
When Jeremy went into his bedroom, though, he found out a lot about his new neighbor before he even turned on the light. He learned that she had chosen an upstairs bedroom right across from Jeremy's own room. He found out that she was blonde-a natural blonde, apparently, with long flowing hair that clung to her skin when wet and large, round breasts that seemed to be very sensitive judging by her reaction to having them touched. He discovered that she had the same habit he did of forgetting to draw the window shades, which was less important when you were out of town for three days than it was when you were having vigorous sex right in front of the window. And he also noticed that Chandra had a Girl(tm).
The Girl was bright orange, almost like she was candy-coated, and she stood behind Chandra cupping the young woman's tits with fingers that buzzed so rapidly that Chandra's breasts visibly quivered even from twenty feet away. She was thrusting forward, rocking her hips hard into Chandra's body with a precise, mechanical rhythm. Chandra's whole body shook with the force of her Girl's fucking, and even though Jeremy couldn't hear her, he could see the way her mouth moved every time the fake cock pumped into her and knew she was moaning.
Jeremy's towel began to slowly rise up.
Chandra didn't notice. Jeremy wasn't sure if she would have noticed even if he had turned the lights on and brought in a mariachi band; her eyes were only about half-open, and it looked like they were rolled back into her head in pleasure as the Girl teased her nipples and pounded her cunt. Jeremy had never seen someone so thoroughly into being fucked before, not even in porn videos. It was practically a testimonial to the Girls' abilities. Jeremy had thought about buying a Girl once or twice, but he figured that with as much traveling as he did, anything that didn't fit in a suitcase was probably a waste of money. This was almost enough to change his mind.
As he watched, his hand idly rubbing himself through the towel, Chandra leaned back into the Girl's thrusts with an expression of absolute bliss on her face. He could see that she was saying something to the Girl, and the Girl was saying something back to her, but there was no way he could make it out. She was probably giving instructions to it or something, telling it to fuck her harder or faster or deeper or where to fondle her tits to make her cum...the towel hit the floor. Jeremy didn't bother trying to pick it up again.
Chandra's first orgasm was pretty obvious, even if she hadn't squealed so loudly that he could hear it through their windows-she flung her head back, her mouth opened wide in ecstasy, and her whole body quivered like she was being electrified. It looked like it lasted for almost a full minute, and the Girl never let up during that whole time. She just kept pounding and pounding, thrusting her vibrating dildo in and out and in and out until Chandra's moans took on a hoarse, desperate quality. Finally, Chandra sagged into her Girl's arms, her eyes almost completely shut, her body limp with bliss. The Girl smiled, nuzzling Chandra's earlobe and whispering quiet words. After a moment, Chandra smiled dreamily back at her.
Jeremy almost thought they were done, then; he'd just resigned himself to jerking his aching cock to the memory of their pornographic show when the Girl reached down and began to tease Chandra's clit with her buzzing fingers. Chandra's eyes slipped the rest of the way shut, and she began to chant something over and over as her legs spread wide under the Girl's ministrations. The Girl's eyes began to glow, like something inside her was literally turned on by Chandra's arousal. She pressed Chandra forward until the young woman's tits were up against the glass, erect nipples rubbing against the cool surface. Jeremy's cock twitched, his scrotum drew up tight against his body as he watched Chandra cum hard a second time, then moments later a third. He wasn't going to last much longer.
It wasn't Chandra's fourth orgasm that sparked his climax, though; it was the look on the Girl's face when Chandra came that final time. She had an expression of gentle, loving devotion, far more realistic than Jeremy would ever have expected from a machine that was ultimately just an elaborate sex toy. Jeremy could imagine her looking down at him with that same expression, riding his cock in her silken, buzzing sheath, telling him how good it was to cum for her, how much he needed that pleasure, that release, that beautiful blissful explosion...
He saw how happy Chandra looked when she finally slumped against the window pane, her body limp and loose from the overwhelming bliss. He wondered if his face looked the same way a few moments earlier. He found himself hoping it did. The Girl scooped Chandra up effortlessly and carried her out of sight, off to her bed and a good night's rest. Rather than think about the implications of what had just happened, Jeremy decided to clean up the spray of semen on the hardwood floor and do the same.
*****
The next morning, though, when he went out to his car and saw Chandra doing the same thing at the same time, all the weird emotional responses hit him at once. He found himself choked into silence, unable to figure out a single thing to say that wasn't 'I don't even know your name and I've seen you get literally fucked senseless by your robot sex toy.' He blushed, feeling like the hot blood rushing to his face spelled out 'I've Got a Guilty Secret' on his forehead.
She didn't seem to notice. "Hi!" she said cheerfully, waving to him with a bright smile on her face. "My name's Chandra, Chandra Wells. I'm your new next-door neighbor!"
Jeremy focused on putting together one sentence at a time. "Hi," he said. Then, after checking that he hadn't just blurted out 'I saw you naked' by accident, he continued. "I'm Jeremy. Jeremy Gold. It's, um. Nice to meet you." He forced himself to stop speaking before the urge to explain exactly what he meant by 'meet you' got him into trouble.
"It's really nice to meet you too!" Chandra said, her sprightly grin so similar and yet so very different from her dazed, post-coital smile of the previous evening. "Listen, I'm afraid I have to run-it's my first day at my new job and I really don't want to be late-but if you want to come over after you get home from work, we can have coffee and I can show you around the place."
Jeremy made himself smile back. "I'd love to," he said, trying not to think about Chandra showing him her bedroom, still smelling thickly of pussy and scented lubricant with the Girl lounging in the corner, legs spread... "Um, depending on when I get home. We're in the middle of a pretty big project at work, lots of conference calls at odd hours with the Asian teams."
He wasn't lying, exactly, but he still felt ashamed of the way she replied with, "No worries! It's an open offer whenever you have an evening free. I'm new in town, so I don't exactly have a social schedule for you to interrupt." Because she didn't know. She really, obviously didn't know he saw her. And that meant...
Jeremy tried not to think about what that meant all day, while he attended meetings and read status reports and emailed updates to people who people who wouldn't be awake for another seven hours. He tried very hard not to wonder why he wasn't going home after finishing up by six, instead driving to Vancouver Plaza and aimlessly window-shopping for two hours. He tried to avoid even thinking about the way he took the long route home, finally pulling into the driveway at twenty after ten and padding upstairs to his darkened bedroom. It was only when he stared across to the room across from his that he had to admit it to himself. He was hoping this would happen again.
Chandra was down on her knees, slurping on her Girl's bright orange cock like it was a popsicle. Her eyes were closed again, and the Girl's fingers were twined into her hair as she bobbed up and down on the slippery dildo. She looked like she could suck forever, like she was lost in some wonderful dream and she never wanted to wake up from it. The Girl had that same loving, caring look on her face, and she was saying something to Chandra as the young woman smiled around the smooth plastic shaft.
