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Neighbourhood Watch

... reached her climax. Her back arches and her legs slam together trapping her still moving fingers as she strokes herself through the waves of ecstasy making her muscles convulse. She groans, quivers, and falls limply backwards. It’s over in a matter of seconds and my precious girl lies still, breathing hard, a smile of contentment illuminating her angelic face. Suddenly she sits up her sparkling blue eyes targeting my window! Oh God, did I knock the scope? Did she see movement? I hold my breath terrified that I’ve given myself away. No, wait, she doesn’t look angry or scared. What is that look on her face? I can’t place it. I see the corners of her mouth turn upwards… she does know I’m here, doesn’t she? Juliette suddenly glances at her watch and bites her lip. I breathe again. She hasn’t seen me, I’m being paranoid . I watch her grab her dressing gown and scurry away. It’s a part of her routine, it’s normal. She’s gone for a shower and will be out of my sights for the next three minutes. I sit back on my bed and close my eyes…my turn. Lying back I hastily slip off my sweat pants and boxers letting my hands work my cock into a frenzy bringing on a rapid climax. I replay Juliette’s actions over and over in my mind letting myself imagine I’m in the room with her, kissing her, touching her, pushing my fingers inside her wet hole… “Oh God…” My hard cock burns beneath my palms, my balls tighten. “Yes…oh Juliette, yes…” I feel the release as my load shoots from my pulsating head ...

... covering my hand with creamy spunk. I keep stroking as the waves of bliss subside and my penis slowly deflates. My orgasm is much like hers; brief but satisfying. I’ll bring myself to climax again before the day’s done, and I’ll come much harder, but for now I’m content and I don’t want to miss the end of the show. Juliette hasn’t finished yet. I wipe myself with tissues, pull-up my clothing and settle back into position behind the scope. 2.58pm. She’s back. Her face is still wet and her baggy white dressing gown covers her. My eyes widen as her towelling garment is shed but my saucy lady disappoints me. She stands with her back to the window allowing only a rear view of her luscious nakedness. “Turn around Juliette, please turn around,” I mutter under my breath. She doesn’t. She never does. Her spine distorts, curving, snakelike as she wriggles into her bra and panties. She likes to tease, to leave me wondering what those soft orbs of hers look like fully exposed. She’s a seductress, a Siren luring me towards her and I want her, oh yes, I want her so badly. Juliette dresses quickly, transforming herself once more. I watch the metamorphosis from sexual goddess to down-to earth, jeans and t-shirt wearing ‘school-run-mum’, no different from any other. She runs a comb through her hair and applies a touch of make-up. Her performance is over for today. I often wonder if she displays herself to her husband at night or if I’m the sole recipient of her sexual charms. I can’t tell. He ...