Chapter 8 NEIGHBOR'S SECRET ROUTINE: WATER FLOWERS, FUCK ME
Britney parked her car in the garage of her new rented apartment. She was new in the neighborhood, recently divorced and craving a new life. She stepped out of the car, finally free from the long drive, free from having her life being ordered by a bossy man. Her blouse hugged the curves of her boobs and shorts gripped her ass.
The place was quiet; it had beautiful houses, lawns, and low fences. She started packing boxes from her trunk into the house. She heard the sound of water splashing nearby, grabbing her attention.
A handsome-looking man stood shirtless, watering his garden, and he didn’t notice her. He was her neighbor. Something about that made her excited.
His dark hair fell across his face, and his jeans were low on his hips, revealing the V of his crotch area. Britney paused. She didn’t even feel the weight of the box in her hands anymore. She was focused on the way his 6 packs tightened with every movement. “Damn he was hot, her ex husband is nothing like this.”
“What the fuck was she thinking.” She slapped herself back, focusing on unpacking, but she couldn’t take her mind off what she had just seen. After settling in that evening, hoping to see him again, she went towards the window overlooking his yard. The sun had set; he was out there again, hose in hand, tending to his flowers with steady, careful movement. Britney bit her lip, watching his strong hands guide the water, imagining what those fingers could do on her body.
Her hands went under her blouse, touching her nipples that had become hard from her imagination. She squeezed it, and she gasped softly as she kept her eyes on him. He bent down to adjust his shoes, his firm passing those jeans, and heat rising between her legs.
With her other hand, she slipped it in her shorts, fingers playing with her pussy. She rubbed her clit in slow circles, matching the movement of his hands.
It became a routine for her. Every afternoon, she would see him from her bedroom window, now with her curtains opened wide enough. He would strip off his shirt, revealing a hairy, toned chest. Britney would lock her door, strip naked, and kneel on the bed facing the window. “Fuck,” she whispered, sliding two fingers deep inside herself, thrusting in time with his arm movements, her free hand pinching her nipples until they ached. Her juices dripped down her thighs as she fucked herself harder, imagining his cock in her instead of her finger, thick, hard, pounding into her, trembling as she came, but he didn't notice, too focused on his task.
Her secret obsession was now to fuck herself with a vibrator buzzing against her clit while the image of his hot, sweaty body replayed, drawing pleasure until he finished.
Tom noticed the rental apartment next to his house was no longer empty. It was now occupied by a lady. He never really held a conversation with her, except for “good morning” when they both went to empty trash at the same time or a polite wave over the fence. She usually eyed him, he thought. She had curves that filled her yoga leggings, the kind of beauty that made you look twice, and long dark hair always left loose. Mid-thirties, divorced.
It was past midnight; Tom had forgotten to turn off his hose in the garden. When he noticed her lights were still on.
Her bedroom window was directly facing the yard where his garden was. Her curtains opened enough to see the inside, The blue light shone on her, like a private stage.
She was standing in front of her mirror, facing the window. Slowly undressing, she started with her blue top, it fell to the ground, No bra under. Her boobs were big sized and still standing, her nipples looked harden. She let the top fall and hooked her thumbs on her waistband, sliding down her shorts slowly, stepping out naked, revealing the curve of her waist, the triangle between her thighs. It was a private show for Tom
He should have looked away
But he didn’t, he was frozen. His cock became hard as she moved to the bed, lay back against a pile of pillows, towards the open window like she knew someone would be watching. One hand lazily went down her stomach, going between her thighs. The other cupped her breast, rolling her nipples.
She started to touch herself, slowly circling her clits at first, teasing, whining her hips. Then she slid two fingers in, her thumb rubbing her clits, a practiced movement. She bent her head backwards, a mouth open on a silent moan, eyes half-closed.
Tom touched his hard cock, breathing hard, torn between guilt and raw want.
Then she opened her eyes, looked straight out the window.
Her eyes locked with his.
He didn't move.
She didn't stop.
Instead, she gave a filthy, flirty smile. She spread her legs wider, invitingly. Giving him the full view of her, two fingers going in and out of herself. Her eyes never left him. She mouthed one word he came to read perfectly in the dimly lit room.
“Come.”
He didn't think twice, Tom crossed the yard in a twinkle of an eye, and tapped once on her open window frame.
Britney sat up slowly, gloriously naked, lights reflecting over every curve.
Britney didn't say anything as Tom entered her bedroom, She stood and walked close to him, she unbuttoned his shirt, hugged him so her boobs was touching his chest.
She kissed him. Finally. After yearning for this moment, day and night, watching him through her windwon. She deepen the kiss, exploring every corner of his mouth with her tongue. She pulled the strings of his short, it fell down exposing his hard cock.
“I've saw you watching,” she said seductively. “Everytime I touch myself, Imagine you fucking me, just the way you water your garden.” she held his cock, sliding up and down, rubbing his pre-cum round the tip his cock.
Tom groaned, his hands finally moving, gripping her ass, he pulled her tight against him. “ You have no idea how irresistible you are, I got hard just watching you.”
Britney laughed, softly. “Show me”
She pulled him back to her bed, sat over him, slowly, taking every inch until he was buried deep inside her body, no condom. “Oh fuck… you are thick, “ Dhe mouth loud, grinding down hard, rubbing her clits against him, as she took every length. “Been imagining this for weeks.”
“You like that huh? Tom grabbed her ass, going deeper. She started riding him, slowly, slowly, rolling her hips in deep circles, twerking on his cock. Her breast bounced with every move, her head backwards, her pussy was well shaven and clean. It was the sexiest thing he saw.
He sat up, positioned herself breast against his mouth, sucked her nipples, “yeah…aaahh” She held him tighter, riding faster, the sound of her tight slamming his filled the room, the bed creaking under them.
“My cock is yours” Tom slapped her ass cheeks. “Grind me like you have always wanted to each time you saw me in the garden.”
He turned her to land on her back, thrust in his dick deep inside her, He raised one of her legs over his shoulder, tightening her pussy walls against his cock, fucking her deeply, she rolled her eyes, he was hitting that spot that her vibrator couldn't
“Fuck me harder..oooo..right there.”
She started cumming, her pussy gripping his cock, her pussy juice dripping down his cock. Tom kept going in and out of her wet pussy slowly, until she was begging, her clits swollen, her body vibrating.
Tom pulled out, turned her over to lay on her stomach, held her hips up, went in from behind, “bitch your pussy is tight” he moaned slamming hard, sweat dripping, his hands grabbing her hips tightly against him. She buried her face in the pillow muffled her screams of pleasure.
“You want me to milk your sweet pussy," Tom said against her ear.
“Fucking do it” she gasped “fill me up. I have always wanted this.”
He went in deeper and milked her pussy with his cum.
They fell together on the bed, his cock slipping out of her pussy as he softened. The room smelled of sex and sweat.
After a minute, she turned her head, kissed him lightly. “I'll leave my windows every night.”
He laughed softly against her mouth. “And I'll be at my garden just if you need me”
“Good, I hate touching myself alone.”
Her life sex life back on track.