The Day I Let The New Neighbor Watch
He moved in three doors down on a Tuesday. I watched from my kitchen window in just an old t-shirt, no panties, while he carried boxes — and I caught him looking up at my window twice. That's all it took. By Friday I was "borrowing sugar" in a tiny shorts set, leaning in the doorway so he could see the curve of my tits, and laughing too loud at his dumb jokes. The taboo of it — me, the married-looking slut next door, him, the new guy who didn't know better — had my pussy dripping before we ever touched.
Saturday he came over for a beer. I sat cross-legged on the couch, shorts riding up, and "accidentally" dropped my phone between his legs so I had to reach for it. My hand grazed his cock through his jeans and we both pretended it didn't happen. But his eyes went dark. "Jessica," he said, and my name in his mouth sounded like permission. I stood, straddled his lap, and ground my wet little pussy against his thigh while I whispered "your wife's not home, is she? Neither's my husband."
Wanna be the neighbor I'm thinking about when I touch myself?
Middle — How I Put On The Show
I didn't fuck him. Not yet. I made him watch. I stood in front of the window, pulled my t-shirt off slow, and played with my nipples while he sat there with his beer forgotten in his hand. Then I slid my shorts down, turned around, and bent over — ass in the air, fingers spreading my wet pussy so he could see exactly how greedy I was. "You like watching the slut next door?" I purred. He nodded, hand moving to his own cock. So I kept going — two fingers inside, other hand on my clit, telling him how I'd let him watch me get railed by my bull if he was a good boy about it. I came hard, legs shaking, his name a moan I didn't bother to swallow.
I'm so horny right now just picturing a new set of eyes on me — wish it was you watching through the window.
End — Why I'm Still Yours
He left without fucking me, but he hasn't stopped texting. That's the thing about being the taboo cum slut next door — the wanting lasts longer than the act. I do this job because I love telling you exactly what I'd let you see, what I'd let you do, and how filthy a "normal" woman down the street can really be. If you liked this, Aden's dorm story is right here and the full blog is here.
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