Christine ad the Neigbor - Sex Stories

Christine ad the Neigbor

Hi. My name is Chris, though some know me as Christine. I am John Collins’ mistress. We care deeply for each other. John “keeps” me, he supports me financially and in return it is my pleasure to keep his sex life exciting, as well as to entertain any of his gentleman friends who drop over. It all began innocently enough, I suppose, when I had just turned eighteen and had moved out from my f****y’s home to be on my own. To support myself, I worked as a landscaper as well as a housepainter. I was able to support myself ok in this way, though it required that I budget. I rented the upper floor in a two-f****y house out in the sticks. The only other house nearby was one that stood directly behind mine. Otherwise, the area was mostly undeveloped woods. And few cars ever passed on the road, which was a dead end. It was great being on my own, able to come and go and do as I pleased. One of the really special things about having my own place was that I would take off my clothes whenever I arrived home and wander about the house in the nude. Well, this isn’t exactly accurate, for I had a fetish for women’s clothes and so I would dress up in, say, some silky panties and a sheer blue nightie. I built up a feminine wardrobe. (I would go to the local department store with a list, and pretend that I was married and was shopping for the wife.) I bought some really nice, sexy lingerie. I had very long hair at the time and so had no need for a wig. There is a gentleman named John Collins ...

... who lives in the house behind mine. I met him one day when I was out in the yard tanning. I had on blue jeans that were very tight and were cut very short so you could see the bottom of my buttocks. He came out and saw me and said hello. I walked over to meet him and I could tell I was turning him on. Well, that evening, at around 10, I raised the blinds on one of my back windows as I was surfing the net. After a bit, I noticed my neighbor standing at his back window looking out toward my house. I turned on a red mood light I had and I thought, “This could be fun.” With that, I went to my bedroom, put on some makeup, then dressed. I started with some flowery panties, over which I put some black pantyhose. I then put on a Vanity Fair semi-sheer pink nightie and lastly, a necklace and some earrings. I made my way back to the window; he was still there! I began doing a slow dance. My neighbor disappeared briefly from the window, and so I paused. But he was back a moment later, and had a pair of binoculars with which he now peered toward my window. “Wonderful!” I thought, and I put some sexy slow jazz on the CD player, then danced back to the window. I gyrated sexily to the music, and soon saw that he had unzipped his fly and pulled his cock out, which he then began stroking. I turned around and lifted my nighty, then pulled the pantyhose and panties down around my thighs. I wiggled and swayed, and pulled the nightie up over my head and off. I turned back around, and my now erect ...