Chapter 1: Introduction
Rick watches from his bedroom window as a big flash car pulls up outside the house across the street, a guy in a stripped suite gets out and rushes towards the front door, Rick's already seen the man from that house Gary leave for work and he wonders what's this guy in such a rush about, as the door open Rick fully understands what the rush is about. His sexy neighbour Carol opens her front door wide, even before this new guy gets to ring the bell and Rick can hardly believe his eyes.
Carol standing the the doorway, letting the door fall wide open, she doesn't seem to care who is seeing her, she's wearing a black silk see through robe that shows of her sexy curves, no bra so her wonderful large breasts are clearly visible, along with black nylon stockings a black suspender belt and black high heels, she wears no panties and Rick can make out her thick bush of pubic hair. She leans against the door frame, a smirk on her face, her tongue darting out to lick her lips as she looks up at the guy who's now standing right in front of her.
"Well, well, well," Carol purrs, "You're right on time, I see."
The guy grins, "Always am, Carol baby, always am."
He reaches out, grabbing her by the waist and pulling her close, she squeals slightly but makes no move to stop him, instead she wraps her arms around his neck, pressing her body tight against his, her breasts squashed against his chest.
He leans in, kissing her hard, his tongue pushing into her mouth, she responds eagerly, their tongues dancing together, exploring each other's mouths.
Rick watches, his breath coming in short gasps, his hand instinctively going to his crotch, he can feel his cock straining against his jeans, he's never seen anything like this before, it's raw, it's animalistic, it's fucking hot.
Carol and the guy are still locked in their passionate kiss, but now his hands are roaming all over her body, squeezing her ass, cupping her breasts, his thumbs brushing against her nipples, making them harden into little peaks. Carol moans into his mouth, her hips grinding against him, Rick can see the outline of the guy's cock through his pants, it's fucking huge, and Carol seems to be loving it. As carol turns, Rick can see her perfect sexy ass and he can make out the seams on the back of her nylons, she looks like a sexy goddess out of a magazine and Rick's cock is so hard it hurts. The guy's hands are still all over her, one hand slipping inside her robe, caressing her breast, tweaking her nipple, making her moan again. She turns her head, looking towards Rick's house, her eyes meeting his, she smirks at him, then winks, before turning away and pulling the guy inside, slamming the door behind them.
Rick stands there, frozen, his heart pounding in his chest, his cock throbbing. Did she just wink at him? Did she know he was watching? The thought sends a shiver down his spine, and he's not sure if it's excitement or fear.
He takes a deep breath, trying to calm himself, but his heart is still racing. He can't help but imagine what's happening in the house across the road. He pictures Carol, her robe now on the floor, her body on full display. He can see her, her large breasts heaving with excitement, her nipples hard and erect, her thick bush glistening with wetness. He imagines the guy, his clothes now discarded, his massive cock standing at attention, ready to claim her.
Rick's hand goes back to his crotch, rubbing himself through his jeans, trying to ease the ache.
He can't help but let out a low groan, imagining Carol and the guy, their bodies entwined, their limbs tangled. He pictures Carol, her legs wrapped around the guy's waist, his massive cock sinking deep into her, his hips thrusting, their bodies slapping together, the sound of their lovemaking filling the room.
Suddenly, a noise startles Rick, he turns to see Martin, his neighbour, standing at his front door. Rick quickly pulls his hand away from his crotch, his face flushing red with embarrassment and rushes to the front door to let his friend Martin in, who is a similar age to Rick but a lot less mature..
Martin strolls in, his eyes immediately darting towards the window Rick had been standing at. "What's got you all worked up, buddy?" he asks, a knowing smirk on his face. Rick runs a hand through his hair, trying to play it cool. "Nothing, just...just some neighbours' drama." Martin raises an eyebrow, " Drama, huh? Or did you finally get a good look at that hot piece of ass across the road?" Rick's face flushes red, but he can't help but smile. "Maybe," he admits.
"But I wish it was my cock she was grinding on, not that fucker across the street."
Martin chuckles, clapping Rick on the shoulder. "Well, why not make that wish come true?"
Rick looks at him, confused. "What do you mean?"
Martin rolls his eyes. "Come on, man. You've been pining over Carol for months. You watch her every morning, every evening. It's time to make your move."
Rick shakes his head. "She's...she's not interested in me.
She's got her pick of guys." Rick gestures towards the house across the street, where he imagines he can hear the sounds of Carol's moans.
Martin scoffs, "You don't know that. Besides, what's the worst that could happen? She says no, and you go back to your little peeping Tom routine. But what if she says yes? What if she's been waiting for you to make a move?"
Rick looks thoughtful, but before he can respond, Martin grabs him by the arm and pulls him towards the front door.
"Come on, let's go over there. Let's see what happens."
Rick hesitates, "What? Now? But...but she's busy."
Martin grins, "Exactly. She's horny, she's ready. Perfect time to make your move."
Rick's heart is pounding in his chest, but he lets Martin drag him out of the house and across the street. They run down her drive and around the pack of her house and hide in the bushes and tree in Carol's back garden, this gives them a perfect view into Carol's house., Rick's breath coming in short gasps, his palms sweating.
He can't believe they're doing this, spying on Carol like this, but he can't deny the thrill coursing through his veins. Martin nudges him, pointing towards the window. Rick follows his gaze and sees Carol, sprawled out on her bed, her robe now completely discarded. She's naked, her body on full display, her large breasts heaving with excitement, her nipples hard and erect, her thick bush glistening with wetness. The guy from earlier is kneeling between her legs, his massive cock standing at attention, the two watch as he climbs between Carols legs and slides his fat cock into her and starts fucking her hard, he lifts one of her legs over his shoulder and they both watch in silence as they watch Carol being fucked. They can see his hard cock coated in her juice as it easily slides in and out of her soaking wet pussy. Rick can feel his own cock throbbing in his pants, he can't believe how fucking hot this is, watching Carol getting fucked like this. He looks over at Martin, who asks, would you like me to jerk you off as you watch? Rick hesitates for a moment, but the sight of Carol's body writhing with pleasure is so tempting to accept Martin's offer but finally he comes to his senses and says "No thanks my friend, I know you like cock, but I'm just interested in woman. Martin smiles, I thought I'd ask, but I know we are on very different paths, your lusting after that slut Carol and I love seeing that big cock. So I guess you could say its a win for both of us.
The two watched the guy hammer Carol for some time before pulling his cock from her and they both watched as his cock erupted sending his cum flying through the air covering Carols tits, belly and pussy in cum.
Carol moans in pleasure, her body shuddering as she comes hard, her fingers pinching and rolling her nipples, her hips bucking as she rides out her orgasm. Once she's recovered, she sits up, her eyes locked onto Rick, she smiles and gets up and wanders of towards the bathroom to clean herself. Martin gulps, "did she just spot you Rick?" Rick didn't answer, he just pulled Martin back along the way they had entered and sprinted away back to Rick's house. Once inside, Rick paced the room, his heart pounding, his cock still rock hard. "What the fuck, man? Did she see us?" Martin asked, a mix of excitement and fear in his voice. Rick stopped pacing, looking at Martin, "I don't know, but I..." he trailed off, not sure how to express what he was feeling. Martin raised an eyebrow, "But you what?" Rick took a deep breath, "I want her, Martin. I want Carol. I want to fuck her like that guy just did." Martin grinned, "Well, what are you waiting for?
Go over there and tell her!" Rick hesitated, "But...what if she's not interested? What if she tells me to fuck off?" Martin rolled his eyes, "Then at least you'll know, man. You can't keep living your life watching her from afar. You need to take a chance." Rick nodded, taking a deep breath. Martin was right. He needed to take a chance. He needed to tell Carol how he felt. He needed to fuck her like he'd been dreaming about for months.
Rick smiled, I think I need to sleep on this for a while, "I'm half sure she's aware I was spying on her and she didn't scream the place down, I'm not going over there while her lovers still with her, that guy would probably kick my ass and I need to work out a plan to get closer to her, talk to her and find out first if she even likes me, I can just knock the door and ask to fuck her can I?" Rick laughed at the thought.
Martin looked at Rick, "Well, you could always go over there now, tell her how you feel, and then if she's game, you could fuck her right then and there. Rick smiles "No I need to work out a plan and find a sure way between her legs, but right now I've no idea how, so lets call it a day, you jack off tonight thinking of her lovers cock and I'll jack off imagining its me fucking her not that guy with the flashy car"., Martin laughs "Alright, but remember, tomorrow we put your plan into action, you need to make your move." Rick nods in agreement, "Okay, tomorrow I'll think of something, but right now I need to get some work done, my thesis won't write itself." Martin leaves and Rick goes to his bedroom, his heart still racing from the events of the day.
He sits on his bed, his cock still rock hard, aching to be released. He can't get the image of Carol out of his mind, her body writhing with pleasure, her moans filling the room. He unzips his jeans, his cock springing free, already leaking pre-cum. He wraps his hand around his shaft, stroking himself slowly, imagining it's Carol's hand, her fingers tight around him. He lets out a low groan, his hips bucking, fucking his hand, imaging it's her pussy, her mouth, her ass.
He can feel his orgasm building, his balls tightening, his cock throbbing. He pictures Carol, her large breasts bouncing, her hips grinding, her pussy clenching around him. He can almost hear her moans, her pleas for more, her breath coming in short gasps.
"Fuck, Carol," he groans, his hand moving faster, his grip tighter. "I'm gonna fuck you so hard, baby. I'm gonna make you scream my name."
He can feel it, the edge, his orgasm right there, ready to explode.
He imagines Carol, her body beneath him, her legs wrapped around his waist, her heels digging into his ass, urging him on. He can feel her pussy, tight and wet, gripping his cock, milking him, begging for his cum.
"Oh, fuck, Carol," he groans, his hand a blur now, his cock throbbing, his balls ready to burst. "I'm gonna fill you up, baby.
I'm gonna pump my cum deep inside you," Rick grunts, his hand working his cock furiously. He pictures Carol, her body beneath him, her large breasts bouncing, her pussy clenching around him.
"Take it, Carol. Take my fucking cum," he growls, his hand a blur, his body tensing, his cock swelling.
He can feel it, the moment of no return, his orgasm ripping through him, his cock pulsing, his cum shooting out, coating his hand, his stomach, his fucking cock. He pictures Carol, her body beneath him, her pussy filled with his cum, her large breasts glistening with sweat, her eyes locked onto his, filled with desire, with satisfaction.
He collapses back onto his bed, his body spent, his breath coming in ragged gasps. He looks down at his cock, at the mess he's made, at the fucking evidence of his desire for Carol.
He knows he can't keep living like this, jerking off to the thought of her, watching her from afar. He needs to make his move. He needs to have her.
The next day, Rick wakes up with a newfound determination. He showers, dresses, and heads out, his heart pounding in his chest. He knows what he needs to do. He needs to talk to Carol, to tell her how he feels, to ask her if she wants him as much as he wants her.
He walks across the street, his eyes fixed on her house.
He can see her, through the window, sitting on her couch, a cup of coffee in her hand, her legs crossed, her black spike heels dangling from her toes. She's wearing a black dress, short enough to give him a glimpse of her sexy legs, and low cut enough to show off her large breasts. He swallows hard, his cock already stirring in his pants.
He knocks on the door, his heart pounding in his chest. He can hear her footsteps approaching, can see her shadow through the frosted glass.
The door creaks open, and there she is, Carol, her large breasts heaving, her cheeks flushed, her eyes wide with surprise. "Rick," she breathes, her voice barely above a whisper. "What are you doing here?"
He doesn't answer, can't answer. He's too busy drinking her in, his eyes roaming over her body, taking in every curve, every inch of exposed skin. He can see the outline of her nipples through the thin fabric of her dress, can see the way her thighs press together, can smell the faint scent of her arousal. Finally he manages to speak "the college is organising a trip to Austria skiing and to help with the cost of the trip I've decided to see if anyone in the neighbourhood needs any odd jobs going, I could clean the hose, wash the car, cut the grass and I'm very good at DIY and can put my hand to most things, if you think of any jobs you might want doing around the house, then here is my card with my mobile number, please call me any time, my rates are very very reasonable".
He holds out his hand with the card and Carol smiles and takes it, her fingers brushing against his, sending a jolt of electricity through him. "Thank you Rick, I'll definitely keep you in mind" she says still smiling, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Can I come in for a moment, while you think of any DIY jobs that I could help with?" Rick asks, feeling a surge of confidence. Carol raises an eyebrow, but steps aside, gesturing for him to enter. "Of course, would you like a coffee while we think of things to get your hands busy?" she says, closing the door behind him.
Rick nods, following her into the kitchen, his eyes never leaving her ass, the way it sways with each step she takes. He can see the outline of her thong through the thin fabric of her dress, can see the way it disappears between her cheeks. He swallows hard, his cock already rock hard, straining against his jeans.
Carol turns, leaning against the counter, her arms crossed over her chest, pushing her breasts up, making them look even larger. "So, Rick," she says, a smirk playing on her lips.
"What kind of things do you think you could help me with around the house?" Her voice is low, sultry, and it sends a shiver down Rick's spine. He can feel his cock throbbing in his pants, aching to be released, to be buried deep inside her.
He takes a deep breath, trying to keep his composure. "Well, Carol," he says, his voice steady despite the pounding of his heart. "I could start by fixing that loose railing on your porch.
It's a safety hazard," Rick says, his eyes flicking towards the front door, where the railing in question is indeed wobbly. Carol raises an eyebrow, a playful smile on her lips. "Oh, really? And what else could you 'fix,' Rick?" Her voice is laced with innuendo, and Rick can't help but feel a surge of excitement. He takes a step closer to her, his voice dropping to a low growl. "I could fix a lot of things, Carol. I could do your washing, hoover the carpets, make the beds, for you I could do just about anything you wanted?".
His voice was low, a growl that sent a shiver down Carol's spine. She felt her pussy clench, her nipples hardening into little peaks. She could feel the heat building between her legs, her arousal growing with each word he spoke. She uncrossed her arms, letting them fall to her sides, her fingers tracing the hem of her dress, lifting it ever so slightly, giving Rick a glimpse of her black stocking tops. "And what if I want you to fix something else, Rick?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
She could see the effect her words were having on Rick, his pupils dilating, his breath coming in short gasps. She knew he was imagining her, naked, spread out on her bed, waiting for him, ready for him. She took a step closer to him, her body almost touching his, her fingers still tracing the hem of her dress, lifting it higher, giving him a better view of her black stockings. "What if I want you to fix my bed, Rick?
It's...very, very messy?" Carol purred, her eyes locked onto his, Rick's breath hitched, his cock throbbing painfully in his jeans. He couldn't believe this was happening, that Carol was standing in front of him, practically inviting him to fuck her. He took a deep breath, his voice coming out as a growl, "Is that what you want, Carol? She smiled, yes please, if you could do the house work, make the beds and fix the porch while I'm gone that would be great and we'll agree your payment when I get back, I have an appointment with my solicitor today and I really need to run, so if you could get those jobs done for me while I'm gone that would be great".
Carol said, grabbing her bag and rushing out of the door leaving Rick standing in the kitchen staring at the door she had just left through, he was confused, he had thought she was coming onto him, that she wanted him to stay and fuck her brains out, but instead she had asked him to do some housework and left.
He stood there for a moment, trying to process what had just happened, his cock still rock hard and aching in his jeans.
He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself. He needed to focus, he needed to get these jobs done, and then maybe, just maybe, he would get another chance with Carol. He set to work, starting with the porch railing, his mind racing, his body still throbbing with desire.
He worked quickly, efficiently, his hands working on autopilot, his mind elsewhere.
He was thinking about Carol, about the way she had looked at him, the way she had spoken to him. He was thinking about her body, about the way her dress had clung to her curves, about the way her nipples had hardened beneath the thin fabric. He was thinking about her pussy, about the way it had looked, glistening and wet, about the way it had felt, tight and hot, wrapped around his cock.
He shook his head, trying to clear his thoughts, trying to focus on the task at hand. But it was no use. His cock was throbbing, aching, desperate for release. In a moment of madness he suddenly had a brainwave, while Carol was out of the house it gave him a great opportunity, first to look though her lingerie and maybe steal a pair of her panties to jack off with, then pop back home and grab the spy camera set he'd bought online, if he installed them in her bedroom, he could watch and even record her when ever she was with her lover, that would be so much better than sneaking around the back of her house every time her lover called, the cameras where motion activated and tiny with a six month battery life, so he had plenty of opportunity to record her fucking and dressing slutty, he could also link it to his home pc so that every time they activated they would download the footage automatically to his hard drive, so he could record her even if he wasn't around. His plan was perfect but he needed to get these installed before he finished the house work, as he wasn't sure how long Carol would be out for.
He quickly finished the porch, rushed back home and grabbed the spy cameras and rushed back to carol's, he knew the layout of Carol's house well from all the times he had spied on her, so he knew exactly where her bedroom was. He snuck inside, his heart pounding in his chest, his cock still rock hard, aching for release. He pushed open the door to her bedroom, his eyes immediately drawn to her bed, the bed he had imagined fucking her on so many times. He could still smell her perfume, the faint scent of her arousal lingering in the air.
He could see her lingerie strewn across the bed, the black lace bra and thong set she had worn yesterday. He approached the bed, his fingers tracing the pattern of the lace, his cock throbbing painfully in his jeans. He reached out, picking up the thong, bringing it to his face, inhaling deeply, the scent of her pussy filling his nostrils, making his cock ache even more. He put her thong on his pocket then set about looking for hiding places for the spy camera.
He found the perfect spots, behind her mirror, hidden in the corner of the room, it would give him a perfect view of her bed and the dresser. He quickly installed the two other cameras, one in the room ventilation duct which gave a grand stand view of the bed and one in her teddy bear that sat on a shelf that looked towards the chair and window, the three covered every inch of the bedroom, so he'd get to see everything in wonderful colour from the comfort of his PC at home., then he rushed to get all the washing in the machine, the floors hoovered and if he had time before she got home, he'd have the grass cut too. he was desperate to get all of the house chores done before Carol got back.
He wanted to be finished so he could check that the set up the cameras in her bedroom were working perfectly. He worked swiftly, his body humming with anticipation and adrenaline. He was so focused on his tasks that he didn't hear the front door open or the click of heels on the hardwood floor.
"Rick?" Carol's voice rang out, causing him to jump and drop the hoover he was holding. He turned to face her, his heart pounding in his chest. She was standing in the doorway, her arms crossed over her chest, a smirk playing on her lips.
"I see you've found something to keep yourself busy with," she said, her eyes flicking to the hoover at his feet, then back up to his face. Rick swallowed hard, trying to keep his composure. "Yeah, I, uh, I hope you don't mind. I thought I'd get started on the housework while you were out." Carol raised an eyebrow, taking a step into the room. "I don't mind at all, Rick. In fact, I'm glad you're here." Her voice was low, sultry, and it sent a shiver down Rick's spine.
He could feel his cock throbbing in his jeans, aching for release. He took a deep breath, trying to keep his composure. "Is something wrong, Carol?" he asked, his voice steady despite the pounding of his heart. She took another step closer to him, her eyes locked onto his. "No, nothing's wrong, Rick. In fact, everything's just right." She reached out, her fingers tracing the line of his jaw, sending a jolt of electricity through him. "I've been thinking about you, Rick.
About the way you looked at me earlier," Carol whispered, her fingers still tracing the line of his jaw, her thumb brushing against his bottom lip. Rick's breath hitched, his cock throbbing painfully in his jeans. He couldn't believe this was happening, that Carol was standing in front of him, touching him, wanting him. "Carol, I-" he started, but she cut him off, her fingers pressing against his lips.
"Shh, just listen for a moment," she said, her voice low, her eyes locked onto his. "I saw you, watching me.
Watching me with him," Carol whispered, her fingers still pressing against Rick's lips. He could feel the heat of her skin, the softness of her touch. He nodded, his eyes locked onto hers, his heart pounding in his chest. "Yes," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "I couldn't help it, Carol. I see you, every day, and I...I want you." Carol's eyes flashed with desire, her fingers dropping from his lips, trailing down his neck, his chest, coming to rest on the buckle of his belt.
"I saw you, Rick. Watching me, wanting me. And I liked it." She leaned in closer, her breath hot on his ear. "I liked it so much, I thought about you while he was fucking me. I imagined it was you, making me scream, making me come." Rick's cock throbbed at her words, aching to be released from the confines of his jeans. He could feel the heat building between his legs, his balls tightening, his desire for her growing with each word she spoke. Then she pulled away "But your just a young man who could have any girl he wants, I on the other hand have a husband who is useless and a lover who, well shall we say is only really good for one thing". So my darling Rick I think we both need to keep this as our fantasy and our secret, so here is twenty pound for the work you've done today and I really do like seeing you around, but lets just stay friends for now, as much as I think you are gorgeous my life is already complicated enough, so please Rick go home, stroke your cock thinking about me and I'll think of you, but for now we can only be friends".
Rick was shocked, he had thought that he had finally got her, that she wanted him too, but instead she had given him twenty pound and was asking him to leave, this couldn't be happening, he had to make her change her mind, he couldn't leave things like this.
He took a deep breath, trying to gather his thoughts, his heart still pounding in his chest. "Carol, wait," he said, his voice steady despite the turmoil inside him. She turned to face him, her eyes guarded, her arms crossed over her chest. "What is it, Rick?" she asked, her voice cool, distant. He took a step closer to her, his eyes locked onto hers. "I can't just be friends with you, Carol. Not after what you said, not after what I saw." He reached out, his fingers tracing the line of her arm, making her shiver.
Carol open her arms pulled Rick to her and kissed him hard on the mouth pushing her tongue into his mouth like he had never experience before, she she pulled back and said "I'm sorry Rick maybe if you were older and settled, this would work, but I'm a lot older than you and I have a lot of issues to deal with and as much as I think you are gorgeous, I don't have the time for you as well as everything else that's going on in my life, so please Rick just be my friend and leave".
Rick, kissed Carol on the cheek and said "I'm just across the street whenever you need me, and not just for DIY and housework, I'll do anything for you Carol, your a goddess to me and I've never felt like this about anyone before in my life".
With that, she smiled and he left, his heart still pounding with desire and frustration, he needed to jerk off, he needed to release this tension, he needed to get rid of this erection that was still throbbing and ached to be inside Carol, as he walked across the street he noticed the lights were still on in her house, he could see her silhouette through the window, she was on the phone, pacing up and down, she looked upset, he wanted to go back and comfort her, but he didn't want to pry, he could see she was talking to a man, maybe her husband or her lover, he knew he shouldn't be spying but he couldn't help himself, he needed to know more about her, he needed to understand why she was pushing him away.
He went inside, he couldn't get the image of Carol out of his mind, he needed to jerk off, he needed to release this tension, he needed to get rid of this erection that was still throbbing and ached to be inside Carol.