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Just as she was in her porn movies, her panties moved down far enough down for him to see that she was shaved bald. Not only did he get a view of her panties but also he got a glimpse of her pussy. Then, when turned away from the window to sit on her bed and to extricate her feet from her tight jeans, she gave him a great in between leg shot of her panty clad pussy.
'Oh my God,' he thought. 'She has spectacular legs. I wish I was there in between her legs licking her through her panties.'
She stood to put her feet in her jeans just as two moving men opened her bedroom door and barged in her bedroom. She turned to face them while wiggling her ass to pull up her jeans to her waist. He had the perfect view of her panty clad ass for a few seconds but the moving men had an unobstructed view of her panty clad pussy. Giving her their apologies, the moving men closed her door and she turned to face her window again while pulling up her jeans. When the men appeared down below they told their buddies what they just saw and gave one another high fives.
'Wow the moving men saw her in her panties too. Lucky bastards.'
He hoped that her undressing in front of her window was a prelude to what he could expect later. He hoped she didn't ruin his voyeurism or her exhibitionism by installing window dressing on the windows. He'd love to watch her undress every night and watch her get dressed every morning. He hoped she didn't ask the movers to move her bed. He liked it just where it was, nearly in front of her windows.
He imagined her undressing with the light on when getting ready for bed. He imagined staying up late to watch her sleep and waking up early to watch her get up. With her master bathroom in line with his office window and with her having a glass shower enclosure, he had a direct view of her showering, so long as she had a powerful fan to rid her shower glass of fog and so long as she left her bathroom door open. He imagined spending his days and nights masturbating over the sexy sights of her.
If she was the type of woman who walked around her house naked, then he'd walk around upstairs naked too. Tit and pussy for cock and balls, if she was going to show him her body than he was going to show her his body. If he had an erection just from the sexy sight of her panty, he couldn't imagine how excited he'd be seeing her naked body. He couldn't remember when he was as sexually excited last, not since his neighbor's son had that big, naked pool party.
Already a fan of his new neighbor as if he was hoping to watch a looping exhibitionism and voyeurism movie, he hoped that she enjoyed showing her body as much as he loved seeing her body. How cool would that be to live across the street from an exhibitionist? How cool would that be to be living across the street from the porn star that he imagined and suspected she was? Knowing it was nothing more than a sexual fantasy on his part, it would be his dream come true if she was an exhibitionist and porn star. Only, things like that never happened to someone like him.
Just as Susan left her bedroom to go back outside, he heard a noise upstairs in the spare bedroom. Liz was next door. What the Hell was she doing upstairs? The second floor was his domain. Always complaining about climbing stairs, she never came upstairs. She lived downstairs. Everything she needed was downstairs. There was nothing upstairs that she'd want, including him, and no reason for her to be upstairs.
Then he realized, unable to see her from her downstairs windows, was she watching her new neighbor too? Did she happen to see Susan's little striptease show too? Did she know that Susan was changing her pants without having any blinds, shades, or curtains on her windows? He imagined he'd have an earful from his wife especially after, no doubt, seeing him walk from across the street with the dog. She must know he's already met his new neighbor. Just as he knows she's nosy, he knows she must be dying with curiosity who their new neighbor is.
To be continued...
- COMMENTS
William smythabout 11 years agoThis story is doing a great job of feeding my most erotic fantasies.
A fantasy of Bill and Susan and in that fantasy I'm already well ahead of the story as told so far.
gperry2843about 11 years agoMy neighbor looks like a gargoyle, and has a matching disposition. I love the way you build a story,and am amazed that you can keep five and six of them going at the same time. You got another well deserved five.
Oz1999about 11 years agoSuch a clever young woman you are Susan; love watching you unfold little slivers of your brilliant mind. Thanks for keeping us in anticipation of your next twist!
Jim44444about 11 years agoYou got 5 more stars. I thought about giving it 1 star for saying that a 60 year old man is elderly, but I realized that was William's opinion of himself, not Susan's. If he thinks of himself as elderly, then he probably is. I hope we get some in sight into Liz soon. I imagine her story does not match William's monologue. I am not surprised at the neighbor's name, you do that often. Unashamed self promotion, I find it amusing. It must drive the SJP bashers into a frenzy. Looking forward to next chapter when you get the chance. Until then I will continue to read some of your older stuff under prior pseudonyms. To other readers, I recommend Susan's "Love So Young" series on Amazon. Good stories and not expensive. Great way to support your favorite author.
stuwatcher52about 11 years agoSJP, you have to have one of the most vivid imaginations and ability to put these visions into words. As I sit in my office typing this, I find myself watching the neighbor lady going out for her mail and wondering what she looks like sans the winter wear and why does she always seem to look at my windows just before going back into the porch and then taking time to bend over and straighten the throw rug before locking the glass storm door. This series has more surprises than a box of Cracker Jack and of course the prize is the fact that we always get some more story! Somewhere, somehow I get the feeling that Susan and Liz will connect and limp dicked William gets to really be the voyeur. I also suspect that Bosco has a role somewhere along the way! (BTW-nice way to appeal to your older readers, who will be the only ones to remember the jars and little pumps to add the Bosco syrup to ones' milk !). My deep perception also sees in it's crystal ball a group scene with the moving men and it could even bring some golden shower fun. I know that our talented author will have something to pull out of her sleeve to entice us :) You have made me smile today Susan and after 3+ days of snow, that is warming - or maybe it's just the heater at my feet :) Just kidding, your talent is tremendous, so many of the stories here have to be so graphic and gross and that leaves little to like other than maybe a happy ending for some. Looking forward to another installment :)
