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The WomanNext Door

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The WomanNext Door by Dave (DaveMcTech@compuserve.com)When I was in my early teens, a woman namedBobbie lived next to us for about five years. Early in thatperiod, she was divorced from her husband - he moved out and shestayed. Bobbie was a brunette, about thirty, shorthair, very well built and often dressed in tight blue jeans. Shealso had friends in the hot rod industry that sometimes stayedovernight on their way to car shows. One in particular had veryexpensive handbuilt cars and he always kept them in the garageovernight. The neighborhood boys, myself included, always flockedto the garage to see these exotic looking cars. One day while I was in the garage, I found anmanila envelope behind the hot water heater and opened it up. Itwas full of nude pictures of Bobbie, apparently taken by her ex.They were home-made black and whites, and all of them were cut upso that her head was never in the picture, but they showedeverything else about Bobbie; her large breasts, her dark bushand her voluptuous rear. Since I was alone, I shoved them undermy shirt and took them home with me. These were the first nude pictures of a woman Ihad ever seen and of course, they became my masturbation fuel. Iwould hide in the attic in the middle of the day while my parentswere at work, spread them out over the floor and enjoy myselflooking at Bobbie's nude body. When I saw her in her tight jeansfrom then on, I mentally undressed her, superimposing the nudephotos over her swaying rear, imagining that she was walkingnude. One evening my parents were gone and I went tothe attic to visit my photo collection. The attic was accessibleonly from the garage, and from that side of the house, I had aview of Bobbie's bathroom window. Although I could not seebecause of the angle of the venetian blinds, the window was openand I could hear and see just enough to know that Bobbie was inthe shower. I quickly saw that the blinds were not completelyclosed but only rotated upward, and, from the attic I would beable to see in. I headed for the attic. I was disappointed to find that the vents in myattic were also slanted the wrong direction, but found myfather's drill and put a small hole through the wall so I couldlook down at Bobbie in the shower. She was done by the time I hadmy peep hole finished, but I hoped it would afford me a greatview in the future and every night I found reason to go by herwindow until I found her in the shower again. This time my spy loft gave me what I waslooking for - an unobstructed view of her breasts as sheshowered. Over the next few months I drenched the attic floorwith cum as I routinely watched her soap up her breasts. And, ifshe turned just right I got a glimpse of her rear and her bush.My fun ended one night when I was in the throes of ejaculationand suddenly she looked out the window, glanced around the yard,then up at the attic vent where I was hidden, and then pulled theblinds tight. I felt as if she had caught me jerking off andI jumped back from the hole in the wall. Maybe I was groaning tooloudly and gave myself away, or maybe she had a sixth sense thattold her I was there. I kept making my tour of her window afterthat, but the blinds were never open again. However, mymasturbation fest continued - I still had her nude pictures andmy memories of her as she washed her soapy breasts. I also played catch in our backyard, bybouncing a rubber ball off our garage wall. Sometimes it careenedoff an odd board and bounced into Bobbie's back yard and I had togo retrieve it. Our yards were separated by a fence with sharptines on top, so I had to go around her house and go through hergate to retrieve the ball. On one summer day when I was eighteen,I went to the gate, but it was locked. I went to the front doorand knocked, to ask her if I could go get it. In the five yearsshe lived there, she had only talked to me once or twice, andalways with a group of boys who had come to see the cars in hergarage. I was apprehensive but curious about talking directly toher, one on one. It was to be much more eventful than Iexpected. She didn't answer my knock for quite a while and I wasjust about to leave when she came to the door wearing a short,sheer blue nightie, tied at the waist. Suddenly I was faced withBobbie's body, that I had spent so much time fantasizing about.She was only minimally covered by her nightie, and because of thelower elevation of the porch step, I was almost facing her darkpubic patch and her bare legs. Embarrassed, I quickly looked upand met her eyes and dared not look back down, recalling how Ithought I had been caught looking at her in the shower already. I stammered that my ball was in her yard andasked if I could get it. She looked at me momentarily with apenetrating stare and then answered yes, but said I would have togo through the house because the gate was locked, then opened thedoor for me to enter. I followed her inside. Now behind her, Iwas able to stare unnoticed at her buttocks as they swayed underthe thin blue fabric, indulging myself with the view, watchingher buns in motion as they peeked out under the nightie. Ourcookie-cutter houses were laid out the same, and I knew I wouldbe able to follow her through the living room, the dining roomand then through the kitchen before the show would end. I wasbeginning to feel sexually aroused outside, and I had an erectionbefore I got through the living room. It was obvious too - I wasonly dressed in sneakers and cut-offs and my hard-on poked outunder them, ahead of me. In spite of my penis shouting out my arousal,it was heaven. Or at least it was heaven until she turned herhead and caught me staring at her wonderful rear. I was so intenton my observation that I didn't even notice her at first. When Idid, I felt my face turn cherry red. She stopped, turned and faced me. Looking downat me with a harsh expression, she said, "I know what youhave been doing. How would you like it if I told your parentsabout it?" I froze. My embarrassment turned to fear. As Ifeared, she knew about my spy nest in the attic or that I hadstolen her nude pictures, or both. I looked down at the floor andsaid, "No, please don't. Don't tell my parents." Irecalled my thoughts of being caught watching her shower anddecided that was what she was talking about. She replied, "I'm not sure what I shoulddo with a dirty little boy like you. Tell me exactly what you didand if you tell me, I won't tell them." Now I felt trapped. But if my choice was totell Bobbie or my parents, I would rather confess to Bobbie,since obviously she already knew. My parents were very prudish -I had got in trouble for looking at the underwear ads in theSears catalog and I didn't want to think about how much trouble Iwould be in now. With my eyes still down, I told her, "Imade a hole in the wall so I could watch you in the shower."I hoped that this is what she meant and that she did not know thephotos were missing.She was quiet for a second and I glanced up tosee her reaction. She looked surprised. "Oh, really! And what did you see? Tell meeverything if you don't want me to tell your parents." I cast my eyes downward again and continued myconfession, "I saw your boobs." I was not going to sayanything more unless she insisted and I hoped it was all she knewabout. "You will have to be punished," shesaid sternly. I tried to bargain. I whispered, "You saidyou wouldn't tell if I told you." "Yes, but I didn't say you wouldn't bepunished. So, you have been peeping at me for a long time. Youare a much dirtier little boy than I thought." She laughed."And I supposed your only dirty thoughts were while youwatched me walk through the house." My heart sunk! She hadn't known! She was onlytalking about the way I was staring at her rear moments ago. AndI had admitted everything! "And you were staring at me, where youshouldn't have been looking, weren't you?" I admitted I had. She refused to let up, "Do you spy onwomen a lot?" "No." "How many women have you seen naked?"I nearly whimpered my answer, "justyou." "You know you must pay for what you did.Do you want me to tell your parents, or would you rather get yourscolding from me?" I was animated in my fear, "Please don'ttell my parents! Please don't!" "Fine, I won't. But you have to make it upto me. You have to learn what it feels like to know someone elseis watching you and then maybe you will think twice about spyingon women." She sat down in a dining room chair facing me."Take off your pants." I expected this meant a bare-bottom spanking,like I got from my dad when he caught me looking at the underwearads. I pulled my shorts and my underwear down to my ankles. Shelooked me straight on and said, "You jacked off when youwatched me too, didn't you? I decided to fib, "No." "You little dirty liar! I know you did.Put your clothes on. We are going to your house and tell yourparents." "Yes. Yes I did." "And how many times?" "I don't know. A lot." "Of course you did. Because I'm verypretty, aren't I?" "Yes." "I want you to feel how uncomfortable itis to know you are being watched by someone." She lookeddown at my naked body, to my now-shrunken penis, "Why aren'tyou hard anymore?" So she had even noticed my hard-on! I wasscared. I said, "I don't feel like that now." Bobbie replied, "Now you know how I felt.I didn't feel like it when you were watching me. Make yourselfhard again." I was not in a sexy mood now. I said, "Ican't." She said, "Yes you can. Jack off. I'mgoing to watch you until you squirt." I turned red again. I stood there motionless,not reacting. This was worse than a spanking. "You can always put your pants back on andwe can tell your parents." This motivated me to grasp my dick and begin,but I was frightened and unable to get hard. Bobbie stared at me now, her eyes locked on mysoft penis as I stroked it for her. I rubbed back and forth but Iwas more scared than aroused, and I was not able to make iterect. I knew I wouldn't cum, and that Bobbie would tell myparents if I didn't perform. She let me go on this way for what seemed likeforever. Then, she pulled open her nightie and exposed herbreasts. She said, "Is this what you came to see? Tell mewhat you see." "I see your boobs." "Yes, I know you do." She spread herlegs and said, "And did you want to see this?" I nodded as I continued to beat off. "What do you see, little boy?" "I see your pussy." Now I wasstarting to get hard. She stood up and dropped her nightie offand stood there in front of me nude while I jacked off for her.She turned around and bent down, resting her hands on the chairand looked back at me, asking, "Do you like my ass, littleboy?" I nodded again. She smiled and turned her faceaway, wiggling her rear at me and spreading her legs apart. Sheasked, "Can you see my pussy now?" I could indeed see it, and now I was veryaroused at her show. "Yes, yes, I can see your pussy."I imagined what kinds of sex games she and her ex used to playwhen they were taking the photos. Bobbie turned back around and sat back down inthe chair, this time with her legs up over the arms and spreadout wide. Now for the first time, I could see her pussy lips,previously hidden by her thick patch of hair. She reached downand spread her lips open and as she did, I came. She watched meand when I was done, said, "Now you know how it feels. Gohome and if I catch you staring at me again, I will tell yourparents about you." She stayed in the chair, legs spread, asI put my pants back on and quickly made for the door. I looked back one last time and she was stillin the chair wiht her eyes closed, ignoring me, but she had onehand on her pussy. I was embarrassed but continually aroused bythis episode and I purposely threw my new rubber ball (I nevergot the one I went for) over the fence a few times to have anexcuse to knock on her door, but she never answered the door forme again. A month or so later, she moved away and I neversaw her again, but I have found that Bobbie unleashed a desire inme that I still have; I love to masturbate while women watch me.If you want to watch me, especially if you are 40 or over, Iwould love to do it for you. I am new at sending e-mail photosand have only sent pictures to one woman so far, but we bothenjoyed the trade. I would love to send you video or pictures.Write to me at DaveMcTech@compuserve.com.