The two story house across the street was bought by Hank and Lucinda Carter. Shortly after they had settled in, I went over to introduce myself and welcome them to the neighborhood with a house-warming gift. The three of us hit it off right from the start and I found out Hank was the new chief surgeon at the hospital. Lucy (as she liked to be called) was going to be teaching girls’ physical education at the high school.
While we were talking, their daughter walked in. “This is Brook, she will be a junior at the university in the fall,” said Lucy.
I was awestruck, her two shades of blonde hair dangled loosely just below her shoulders.
Hank added, “This is Mr. Townsend, he’s our neighbor from across the street.”
“Hello Brook, it’s nice to meet you.”
“Hello, it’s nice to meet you, Sir.”
She filled out the light blue sundress nicely, there were buttons that went all the way down the front and she wore a pair of open toe sandals.
“I won’t be late, mom,” she said, and headed out the door.
It wasn’t long after Brook left, that I excused myself as I had several errands to run. Lucinda and Hank saw me to the door and we agreed to get together some time soon.
Later that evening as I worked in my study, I noticed a light come on from one of the rooms on the second floor of the Carter’s house. The blinds were open, giving an unobstructed view. I watched as Brook went about the bedroom, getting ready for bed. She turned down the spread, then the sheet and propped pillows against the headboard.
I’m not a peeping tom by any means, though I found myself intrigued by Brook. When she had her back facing the window, I quickly turned off the desk lamp and prayed that she hadn’t seen me.
I watched as she turned toward the window and slowly undid the buttons of her dress. She stopped at her waist and slipped the straps from her shoulders. The straps fell free of her arms; she reached behind and unhooked the blue lace bra as her one arm crossed over her breasts. Her other hand slowly pulled the straps from her shoulders. Moving her arm, she held the bra in place with her hands as she kneaded her breasts.
I stroked my cock, spreading the precum over the head and shaft as I watched. Brook reached down with one hand and slipped it inside the dress and I could only imagine what that hand was doing below her waist. She kept the bra in place and her head tilted back as her body began to jerk. I pumped my throbbing shaft and squeezed the swollen ball sac, sending thick strands of cum flying everywhere.
I watched as the girl in the window began to quiver in the throes of an orgasm. I was amazed that she was able to keep the bra from slipping out of place the entire time. Her hand came into view from inside the dress and she brought those wet fingers to her mouth. Her tongue snaked around those wet digits and licked up the liquid desire as she seemed to look in my direction.
Finished licking her fingers, Brook turned away from the window and slipped off the bra. The straps of her dress slipped from her arms and the dress fell from her body. She held the bra out to one side as if to tease me and as she turned toward the window, I had a clear view of her high cut blue lace panty. She slowly turned all the way around, letting me take in her beauty and then stepped out of sight.
I was about to move away from my window when she returned, wrapped in a towel. She blew a kiss in my direction as she closed the blinds. Sitting there, I couldn’t believe what I had just witnessed and after a few moments I went to take a shower before hitting the sack.
~oOo~
The next morning, I woke up with a raging hard-on and jacked off to thoughts of Brook. It didn’t take long to reach another strong orgasm like last night. Getting out of bed, I headed to the shower and started my Saturday. After I had dressed, I went downstairs to the kitchen and made myself breakfast.
Having finished breakfast, I cleaned up and went outside to do some yard work. Being too early to mow the lawn, I pulled whatever weeds were in the flower beds out front and then watered the plants. After finishing the front, I moved to the backyard and pulled weeds followed by watering the plants. When I had finished, it was late enough in the morning to mow the lawn. As I mowed the front yard, I noticed Brook washing their car. She waved, saying, “Good morning, Mr. Townsend.”
I stopped for a moment, waved back, and replied, “Good morning Brook.”
She had on a white dago tee that gave me a clear side view of her braless breasts. My eyes traveled down her body and stopped at her blue athletic shorts which were slit on the side. I couldn’t help notice that the slits went up to the waistband and I wondered if she had on a thong or went commando.
Glancing at Brook as I mowed the lawn, had me wishing that I had worn my boxers. The show she put on, the bending over, stretching over the car had my imagination running wild. It was getting difficult hiding my arousal and I was hoping she hadn’t noticed.
With the basket full, after the last pass over the lawn, I took it over to the yard waste container. Dumping the contents in the container, I turned to put the basket on the mower. Standing before me was Brook, “Mr. Townsend, what do you think of my outfit?”
Before I could reply, she moved closer and rubbed her hand along the bulge in my shorts. In a soft voice, she said, “The boner you’re sporting, says it all, Sir. I hope you enjoyed the show last night, I sure did.”
Standing there unable to speak, she turned and walked away, shaking her heart-shaped derrière. I nearly came as I watched her sashay back across the street. I quickly moved to the backyard and thought to myself, Did she see me? Or was she just trying to find out if I was watching.
For the rest of the day, I couldn’t get Brook out of my mind. When evening finally arrived, I went up to the study and left the lights off. Sitting near the window, I waited and I waited, the blinds in her bedroom window never opened. I went to bed and jerked off to thoughts of Brook before falling asleep.
~oOo~
It was a beautiful morning for a round of golf with my buddies at the club. Loading my clubs in the car, I heard, “Hi, Mr. Townsend, have a nice day.” I turned to look and there she was, dressed in a little black dress with matching stilettos.
“Hi, Brook, thank you, and you have a nice day too,” I replied, getting in the car. She waved as I started pulling away and I waved back. Looking in my rearview mirror, I saw her getting in the car, joined by her parents.
I arrived at the club and walked to the pro shop with clubs in tow. My playing partners were already there, waiting for me. The four of us walked over to the first tee to begin our round. As I watched my buddies tee off, my thoughts were of Brook and the events that have unfolded over the last several days. It was now my turn to tee off and I pulled the shot to the left, into the deep rough. This was going to be a long round, the girl definitely had consumed my thoughts.
“What’s gotten into you, Blake? Your mind isn’t on the game.” Greg asked, as we got a bite to eat at the halfway house.
“Yeah, you blew the front nine, shooting six over par,” chimed in Chuck, looking at the scorecard.
“Nothing’s gotten into me guys, just having an off day.”
The rest of the round was uneventful, and I was glad to see it come to an end. After the round, we went to the driving range and putting green for a couple of hours and then the four of us headed to the clubhouse. We had a few beers and sandwiches as we talked about anything except golf. The guys had a hard time believing me when I kept telling them that nothing was bothering me. Then Karl spoke up, “It’s gotta be a woman, am I right?”
I kept my cool, not letting on that it definitely was a woman. We then made plans to meet next Sunday at the club before going our separate ways. On the ninety-minute drive home, all I could think about was Brook and if I would see her in the window tonight. I had a raging hard-on and needed to relieve myself. Driving on a two lane country road with no street lights and being pitch black outside, I pulled the zipper down and reached in my boxers, pulling out my cock. Reaching over, I opened the glove compartment and grabbed a handful of paper napkins.
Once I closed the compartment and put the napkins on the console next to me, I wrapped my fingers around my cock. Starting with long, slow strokes, I tightened my grip as I pictured Brook jerking me off. On each upstroke, I coated my shaft with precum oozing from the slit on the tip of the mushroom shaped head.
With the lighted highway entrance/exit ramps on the horizon, I increased the pressure on my pulsating shaft as my hand pumped vigorously up and down the veiny surface. As the lighted ramps came into view, the first blast of cum shot straight into the air and landed on my fingers. Continuing to fist my shaft, the next load landed on my shirt followed by three more blasts that landed on my shorts.
Finding myself on the entrance ramp, I had my free hand on the wheel as I accelerated onto the highway. Once on the road, I grabbed the paper napkins and wiped my hand off and tucked my softening cock back in my shorts.
The rest of the drive went quickly and by nine ‘o clock, I pulled up the driveway and saw the light on in her room. I rushed upstairs to my study, remembering to leave the lights off. They must have gotten home not long before me, as I saw Brook moving about her room still wearing that little black dress.
I stripped down and sat naked in the chair as I waited. She appeared and was standing just far enough from the window to see all of her. Standing with her back facing the window, her body moved sensuously as if to music. I rolled my balls in the palm of my hand and stroked my cock with the other hand as I watched. Reaching behind her, she slowly pulled the zipper down to her slender waist. My cock twitched as she tauntingly slipped the straps from her shoulders and down her arms.
The dress fell to the floor and she stood there in a black thong with matching lace bra. Her hands reached back, unfastened the bra and she tossed it to the side. I anxiously awaited as she turned to face the window, continuing her sensual dance.
To my dismay, she had covered her breasts with one arm, not giving me much to look at. She then surprised me by looking directly in my direction and shaking her finger as if she was scolding me. Her free hand skimmed over her stomach down to the waistband of her thong.
Hesitating for a moment, she slipped her fingers inside the thong and I nearly blew a load right there! This was far better than wanking off to porn videos. I watched as her hand moved around inside that thong and did my best to match her rhythm. She was now looking directly at me, her eyes filled with lust as we both were drawing closer to the edge.
I felt myself about to come and squeezed the rigid shaft tightly with my hand. Brook was not ready to come yet as she fingered herself. The girl stopped, slipped her fingers from inside the thong and walked out of view. Just as I was about to finish, she reappeared at the window. Her arm still in place, covering those breasts and the other hand was holding something. When she opened her hand and held it up, I saw that it was a vibrator with a remote control.
Spreading her legs apart, she slid the vibrator inside the thong and stroked her slit several times. Satisfied that her honeyed cream thoroughly covered the toy, she reached down with her other hand. Her breasts with eraser sized nipples were now on display for my viewing pleasure.
By her reaction to the vibrator, I guessed that the remote control she held was in full blast by the way she was shaking. I watched intently as my hand instantly resumed sliding up and down the throbbing shaft. I brought myself to the edge several times as I waited for Brook to reach her orgasm. When I saw her body start going into spasms, I gave one last tug and came at the same as she did.
My orgasm was so intense, that cum splashed on my chest, stomach and the hand wrapped around the softening shaft. I watched as Brook slipped the vibrator from her pussy, brought it to her lips and licked off her honeyed cream as she looked directly at my window. Finished, she blew a kiss at me and promptly closed the blinds and turned off her light. It was very late and I went straight to bed, exhausted from my day.
~oOo~
I slept till mid-morning, got up and went to take a shower. After dressing, I went downstairs and stepped outside to get the morning paper off the porch. After I had finished with the paper, I headed out back with a cup of joe and went to my workshop. There were several orders for my one-of-a-kind birdhouses that I needed to finish and send out today.
As I worked, all I could think about was Brook and the thought of what her parents would do if they discovered what she was doing at night in her room. Then I thought about what would happen if they found out that I knew about her activities, that they were directed at me and I said nothing. I decided the next time I saw Brook, I would talk to her about the ramifications of her behavior.
After several hours, I was finished and boxed them up before going to the UPS store to mail them. Arriving back home, I went to the kitchen and made myself a sandwich. Grabbing a brewski from the fridge, I went to the study to watch the ball game.
Sitting in my chair, I turned on the TV and was interrupted by the phone, it was Greg asking if I wanted to come over Friday night for a poker game with the guys. I told him to count me in and that I’d see him then. After the call ended, I found myself getting anxious for tonight as I watched the game and ate the sandwich.
During a commercial break, I went to get another beer and on the way back to the den, the doorbell rang. Opening the door, Brook surprised me by grabbing my crotch as she pressed against me, planting her lips on mine and pushing her tongue into my mouth. Before I could react, she had stepped back and turned away, saying, “I hope you’re looking forward to tonight, Sir,” walking back toward her house.
Glancing around to see if anyone saw what just took place, I was relieved to find that no one was around. Quickly closing the door, I cracked open the beer can that I was holding the whole time and took a big gulp. With the can empty and my nerves rattled, I went to the fridge and got two more brewskies before going back to the den.
Now I was really excited and anxious to see what was in store for tonight, as I watched the ball game. Sitting there, it dawned on me that I was being seduced by this twenty year old whom I couldn’t get out of my mind. I decided to not do anything and see how this would play out.
After the game, I ran one last errand and returning home, I saw the light on in her bedroom with the blinds closed as I pulled up the driveway. Entering the house, I went to the den and took the bottle of James Buchanan’s 18-Year-Old Special Reserve Scotch from the cabinet. Taking the bottle and a glass, I went upstairs to the study.
Stripping down to my boxers, I took the bottle and glass, placed them on the end table next to the chair. I sat down and waited for Brook to appear in the window, as I poured some scotch in the glass. It wasn’t long before the blinds opened and there she was, dressed in a black lace bra with matching panties. She was looking directly at me, her left hand rested on the window frame.
She turned her head to the right as if she heard something, then looked back in my direction. She had reached behind her back with both hands and unfastened the bra. She pulled away the bra, exposing her milky white breasts and held the bra strap with one finger. She twirled the bra as she swayed sensuously and then flung the bra off to one side.
The girl slipped her fingers in the waistband of the panties and slid them off her hips, stopping just above her mound. She hesitated, pulling them up slightly and then down over and over as she wiggled from side to side. When she finally slid the lace further down, I saw her bald mound and pink, swollen lips come into view. With the panties down around her ankles, she kicked them to the side and slipped two fingers between the puffy labia. I could see the girl shudder as those fingers sunk knuckle deep in her pussy.
As I stripped off the boxers, a very hard cock popped out with precum already oozing from the tip. I watched the action unfold in the window as the girl, kneaded her supple breasts with her free hand. She pinched her hard nipples as the fingers slipped out from her pussy and rubbed her clit. Brook was on the edge of orgasmic bliss and I vigorously pumped my fist up and down the throbbing piece of man meat.
The girl shook as her orgasm shot through her like a jolt of electricity and I loosened the grip on my shaft at the moment she came. My cock released ropes of thick cum landing on my chest, stomach and my hand. Brook licked her fingers clean and then blew me a kiss before closing the blinds and turning off the light.
Sitting there, I couldn’t believe what I just witnessed as I took the glass of scotch and downed it in one gulp. After a few minutes, I got up and grabbed the bottle of scotch with the glass and went to the master bedroom. After taking a swig from the bottle, I headed to the shower. Afterward, I hit the sack and fell asleep almost immediately with all sorts of thoughts about Brook.
~oOo~
Today I got an early start filling orders for bird houses, I had no idea how profitable my hobby was going to be and decided at the age of twenty-nine to turn it into a full time job. While I worked, thoughts of the events over the last several days, occupied my mind.
Looking at the clock, I couldn’t believe that I had worked through lunch. It was time to call it a day and as I was cleaning up, I heard, “Hi Mr. Townsend, I have something for you.”
I knew it was Brook and turned around as she walked toward me with her hands behind her back. She had on pleated blue skirt that reached just above mid-thigh, white bobbie socks and a pair of saddle shoes. Her powder blue polo shirt acted like a second skin, letting me know she was not wearing a bra.
“Are you okay, Sir?”
“Y-yes Brook, and what may I do for you?”
“Well, before we get to that, my parents know nothing about last night or any of the other nights.”
“I-I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I replied, as she pressed up against me and pushed me back against the wall.
“Oh Sir, you don’t need to play coy with me.”
Bringing her hands from behind her back, I saw the thong from last night and she rubbed it on my nose. Her other hand went straight for the bulge in my pants.
“Take a deep breath Sir, and tell me you aren’t interested in having a taste.”
It felt as if I was under some kind of spell, and took a deep breath. Her scent was sweet and I couldn’t resist licking the crotch as she smothered my nose and mouth.
“Sir, my parents left this morning and won’t be back until Thursday night. I’ll see you in fifteen minutes up in my bedroom, lock the back door when you come over,” she said, as she left me with the thong in hand and a raging hard-on in my pants. I watched her walk to the door, stick her butt out and mooned me.
After she left, I shut the light off, locked the door and sprinted to the house. I ran upstairs for a quick shower and ten minutes later, found myself standing in Brook’s bedroom. She was sitting at the foot of her bed, feet on the floor.
“Come over here, Sir and tell me what you think.”
I noticed the blinds were closed as I walked around to where she was sitting. I stood facing her, my eyes wandered over her from head to the pink lace open cup shelf bra and the pink heart shaped pasties hiding her nipples from view.
“Mmm, I see you approve so far.” She said, standing up and giving me an unobstructed view of her pink lace thong.
Her eyes were riveted on my crotch and she seductively ran her tongue over her lips. I stepped forward, wrapped my arms around her and we kissed tenderly at first. Her hands were busy unbuckling my belt as I was unfastening the clasp to her bra and our kissing became intensely passionate. She hooked her fingers in the waistband of my shorts, pulled them from my hips and let them pool around my ankles.
Her delicate hand undid the lone button on the fly, she reached in and pulled out my hard cock. I tossed the bra to one side as I kissed her ear, flicking my tongue over her ear lobe as I slipped a hand inside her thong.
“Whoa, Sir, not so fast. I want to taste that big, thick cock first,” she said, and pulled my hand from the thong.
She went down on her knees, running her slender fingers along my thighs to my knees. Taking her hand, I watched as she placed her hand at the base. Tilting her head back, she looked up at me as her fingers wrapped around the shaft. She parted her pink lips, resting the circumcised head on her tongue.
She took the tip of her tongue and swirled it around the mushroom shaped head several times, as she stroked my cock. The cock head disappeared between those luscious lips as her hand glided back and forth on my veiny shaft. Slipping the head from between her lips, her tongue swirled around the head and along the underside of the shaft, all the while her hand slowly pumped the shaft.
She kissed the very tip, the precum oozing from the swollen head as her hand pumped faster along the throbbing shaft. The sensations of her hand, lips and tongue were too much and I moaned out, “I’m cuummiinngg!” as I watched my man seed fill her mouth.
Helping her to her feet, she gave me a passionate kiss and shared some of my seed with me. It was the first time I had tasted myself and found it a bit salty. I kicked the shorts from around my ankles and stepped forward as Brook sat on the edge of the bed where I had found her when I first arrived. I went to my knees and she pulled my shirt up and over my head, tossing it to the side.
Her hands cradled my face as we tenderly kissed and I gently stroked her back using my hands, then finger tips. My kisses moved to her cheek and slowly over to her neck as my hands lightly traced over her milky white skin to her breasts. Her hands were stroking my back as I stroked her breasts, removing the pasties and rubbed my thumbs around her nipples.
“Ooohh Sir, don’t stop,” she said, as my fingers moved up and down the crease between her breasts.
“I’ve just started, sweetie,” I replied, trailing my fingers down to her stomach and traced over her belly button.
She leaned back slightly and watched as my hands moved to her hips and down her thighs to her knees. I sat back on my haunches, lightly skimmed my fingertips along her inner thighs and over the thong which covered the treasure I yearned to taste.
“Mmm, mmm,” Brook cooed, as I leaned forward and kissed her breasts.
The kisses made their way slowly down to her stomach and her inner thighs as I hooked my fingers in the waistband of the thong. I brushed my mouth over her mound, her body jerked slightly as I licked the wet spot on her thong. She laid back, reached back for a pillow and propped her head up so she could watch what I was about to do.
I looked up at her and said, “You won’t need these, sweetie.” As I pulled her thong off and exposed her bald mound and the uffy lips.
Lifting both of her legs, I placed them over my shoulders and pulled her closer to the edge of the bed. I kissed and licked my way up her inner thighs, up to the crease teasing her when I reached the edge of her puffy lip. I hesitated for a moment, which was a moment too long for Brook, as she moaned out, “Eat me, now!”
Using my thumbs, I opened her flower and softly licked her aroused clit. Her breathing was becoming irregular as my tongue circled one last time around the hard clit. Sliding my tongue down her slit, I licked each lip as my finger lightly rubbed the perineum.
“Oh God yes, more,” she groaned out, fists clenching the sheets.
I wasn’t through teasing her and swirled my tongue over her vagina, spelling out the alphabet. She pushed her hips upward in a vain attempt to get my tongue inside pussy. With my tongue flat against her perineum, I lapped my way back to her clit and back down. Each time, I went deeper between the puffy lips.
“Aaarrrggghhh!” she moaned as my tongue pushed past those pink lips and started licking inside her pussy.
My nose rubbed her clit as I shook my face from side to side. Her honeyed cream began to flow just as I pulled my tongue from the depths of her pussy. Before she could react, I placed my mouth around her clit and flicked my tongue around it.
I took my index finger and slipped the tip just inside her pussy as I sucked her clit. Moving my finger around in circles while sucking and licking her clit, had Brook thrashing around the bed.
Inserting two fingers deep and making the “come hither” motion, pushed her over the edge and the honeyed cream flowed freely as I lapped up every delicious drop.
As her orgasm subsided, I softly and slowly licked her clit until she came back from the orgasmic bliss she had experienced. I joined her on the bed and wrapped her in my arms, cuddling as we lay there. It was then, that I realized I was hers for as long as she wanted me.
Epilogue: It will be fifty years ago this month and we are still going strong. I’m lucky to have her as my wife, soulmate and friend.
Thank you Master_Jonathan for the fine art work.
The above story is a work of Fiction. The names, characters, places and events are the products of the author’s imagination and are used as fantasy. Any resemblance to actual events or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
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