Neighbourhood Watch - Sex Stories

Neighbourhood Watch

... comes home late and the curtains are always drawn before he gets back. I don’t know what she does alone with him. I hope she doesn’t fuck him. I hate thinking about them together and it won’t always be that way. One day she’ll be mine. At 3.02pm Juliette does something she’s never done before and it sends my heart into palpitations. She walks towards the window, leans on the sill and gazes out. Her eyes scrutinise my window analysing it, her focus directly on me for the second time. Her gaze lingers on my net curtains and the collection of teddy bears, snow globes and books which camouflage the end of my scope. I get the sudden the urge to stand up and wave to her, to reveal myself but I know I mustn’t. It’s not the right time. A slight frown furrows her brow. She stares at our neighbour’s greenhouse, bothered by something she sees, then she turns away. I breathe again. I’m not ready to make a move on her but I will, eventually. For now I’m content to enjoy our liaisons as they are. I love the private connection we have and I’m not going anywhere. I’m patient. I love her and one day I’ll hear her say she loves me. 3.06pm. Juliette exits from my view and in one minute’s time she’ll be gone. She’ll go downstairs, find her comfy shoes and her car keys then I’ll see her dive into her car. It’s the school run time, the end of her break from reality. When she returns she won’t by my Juliette anymore, she’ll turn off the kink in her personality. She’ll be the devoted mother, the ...

... loving wife and home maker - not the Juliette I get for a few precious minutes every afternoon. I’ll see that Juliette again at precisely 2.12pm tomorrow and I’m happy with that. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The Exhibitionist… At 2.12pm precisely I pull onto my driveway. It’s my favourite time of day and my pulse races with anticipation. I open the car door, hitch my skirt up a little and swing my legs out. I know you’ll be watching and I want you to see my shapely calf muscles enveloped in black nylon. My pantyhose are new. I chose them with you in mind. Do you like them? They’re sheer and make my legs look silky and slender. I look sexy, don’t you think, especially when I wear them with my favourite black stilettoes. I ease myself up out of the driving seat then reach back inside the car to retrieve my handbag and laptop. It’s a deliberate move, bending over at this angle gives you a fantastic view of my nicely rounded derriere. I hope you’ve spotted the changes I’ve made to my skirt? I took it in last night to make it tighter. Can you see how beautifully it clings to my ass? Umm, I can feel your eyes on me. You’re making me feel sexy and so desirable. I smooth down my skirt and jacket running my hands over the contours of my breasts and hips. You like my figure, don’t you? You love my curvaceous bumps. Why else would you watch me so devotedly every day? I smile inwardly as I notice the tiniest movement of your net ...