The Voyeur and the Neighbor - Sex Stories

The Voyeur and the Neighbor

... started to shake, I could see it in the slight bit of thigh exposed around the seat. Slowly she turned her head and stared directly into my eyes through a veil of her hair. Not dropping my eyes as I knew I should have done, two things happened. One: she bucked up, closed her eyes and came louder than I would have expected in the quiet train car and two: I recognized who she was. She was my neighbor, the one I had been watching all week from my bedroom window, which overlooked her backyard and bedroom! I was in shocked and at the moment had not realized that I had rubbed one rub too many times and came in my pants when she came. I could feel the cum dripping down my thighs and I didn't even want to look down and see the wet spot I knew for a fact was there. I watched her sit up straight, I just couldn't stop looking at her, compose herself and then she fully turned in her seat. She smiled at me and brought her fingers to her nose and sniffed before licking them clean. If I hadn't already come, I would have then. The train pulled into our station stop and she got up. I couldn't move and just watched her saunter towards me, our eyes never leaving each other. I wanted to avert my eyes and couldn't. I wanted to cover my come spot and couldn't. I was in a trance. As she walked by my seat, she said nothing but dropped something into my lap and exited the train. The door slid closed and the train left the station. I looked down and saw what she left me; her panties. I reached for ...

... them and gently took them in my hand. They were soaked. Looking around the car to make sure I was still alone, I brought them to my nose, closed my eyes and sniffed. I couldn't help myself and I couldn't have stopped myself from doing it even if I wanted to. Again, I thought about the fact that if I had not already come in my pants I would have then as well. Opening my eyes I went to sniff again and noticed that something was written inside her panties. Slowly I unfurled them in my hand and smiled. I didn't care that I missed my stop. I didn't care that my pants had a huge wet stain. I didn't care my boxers were starting to stick to my come-drenched thighs. I smiled again, got off at the next stop and decided I needed some air and walked the rest of the way home, with her panties in my hand in my pocket with a note meant just for me. ~~~~~ Sitting here at my desk and rereading my entry, it is nearly 2 am and I can see her house and the light is on in her room and I am hard. I wonder how long she has known I have been watching her. I have avoided looking her way since last night with the train incident and it has not been easy. Her panties call to me, the bedroom light calls to me, the note and the promise call to me. I should get some sleep. I still have a few days of this torture before I will know for sure what is to happen. I hope I can make it without getting caught again. I will try to obey the note. Shit, she is outside and going for a swim, naked. I can't help myself. I ...