Neighbourhood Watch - Sex Stories

Neighbourhood Watch

... with your curtains, are you and you obviously don’t realise I can see your outline through them. Tut-tut, such an oversight. Now I’m going to treat you to a seductive striptease. You love that, don’t you? I stand in the middle of the room, centre stage, directly in front of my huge picture windows. I begin by slowly unbuttoning of my blouse, peeling it off to reveal the soft, pale flesh beneath. I close my eyes imagining you getting aroused by the sight of my body as I wriggle free of my business-woman clothing and emerge as a sexual nymph, a lusty temptress who’ll tease you to the brink of orgasm. “Oh yes…” Hot juices ooze from my cunt, slimy and wet as my hands caress my breasts, my erect nipples showing through the semi-transparent bra. I turn to face you, giving you a better look. I adjust my bra straps making my breasts jiggle and bounce. You like it when they do that, don’t you? Too bad, that’s all you’ll get today. You’ll have to be patient if you want more. I turn my attention to my skirt, unclasping it and letting it fall to the floor. Now for my pantyhose. You begin to fidget as soon as I touch them. I think you like nylons or perhaps you have a foot fetish. Let’s see now… I roll my pantyhose down carefully running my fingertips lovingly down my legs as I do so. I rub my feet, pretending my impractical shoes have dug into them. Oh my goodness, look at you - you can’t keep still! I rub a little harder making sure you can see the blissed-out expression on my face. I ...

... giggle inwardly; I’m having quite an effect on you. Is your little cock stiff ? Is it paining you? Ok, enough. Time’s ticking-on and I have one more trick I need to play on you before I bring myself to orgasm. I stand-up and stretch dramatically so that my boobs almost pop out of my bra, then I move across the room out of your line of sight. It’s a game, a test to see if you’ll move your scope to follow me. I wait, staring at your window, watching for movement. Nothing. Damn you’re patient! Not a twitch. You remain still, hunched over your telescope like a statue. A sudden fit of giggles makes me crumple to the floor. I’m so evil, so cruel, poor you! I shouldn’t taunt you. I take pity on you and don’t have the heart to keep you waiting long. Besides, my own urge for sex is intense, the flames of desire fanned by our cat and mouse interactions. No more teasing, I’ve done enough. I move onto my bed, the focus for your scope. I want this, I need it. I crave the thrill of masturbating in front of you; I love the immoral wickedness of it. I’m a whore, a filthy slut who fingers herself in full view of a stranger. It’s wrong, naughty. It’s not the way a respectable wife and mother should behave. I lie back on my pillows and close my eyes. I can feel you watching me, adoring me, lusting after me. My hands begin to wander. I fondle my breasts, squeezing and caressing them, twisting my sensitive nipples. I long to take my bra off but I resist, I need to keep you interested, I need you ...