Peep Show.

He watched her through his bedroom window. Maybe it was wrong of him – actually, probably it was wrong of him – but he couldn’t help it. Couldn’t help his mesmerized gaze at the beautiful woman stripping before him.

Okay. Maybe not before him. She lived in the house across from his. Her bedroom window in line with his. She was somewhat of a…free spirit if you will. Her curtains were rarely drawn. She had a knock-out body and she knew it – readily showing it off (unbeknownst to her) to the neighbour boy.

He couldn’t take his eyes off her. His senses devoured her from afar. If only he could muster up the gall to say hello. If only he could join her in that room…that room with what looked to be framed posters decorating the red walls. That room where they would make love. Where they would fuck. Where would copulate.

He rolled his eyes at the thoughts. His hand drifting to his member hardening in the confines of his jeans. Glancing down at his watch he measured the amount of free time he had left. Sure. He could crank one out before he had to be off to work.

Groaning he kept his eyes glued onto the body writhing and swaying the next house over. He watched as her lips started moving to a song he couldn’t hear. Fuck she was hot. Her ass rippling, each cheek seeming to move independently of the other. It was enchanting.

She was a witch who had cast her spell. Unknowingly of course. Each movement from her sent him deeper into a trance. He couldn’t lift his eyes from her body even if he wanted to. Even if that moral compass of his was screaming at him to leave her to her privacy. He just. couldn’t.

“Holy fuck.”

He groaned as he pulled his cock out of his jeans. He grabbed the handy bottle of lotion on his dresser and lubed up.

She was feeling herself now. Swaying her hips round, round, and round. One hand wrapping around her throat. Her other pinching her nipples.

Fuck they were nice nipples. Nice nipples perked atop perfect mounds. Fuck. He just wanted to feel them. To knead them. To fucking taste them. He’d bite those nipples that she was pinching right now. Bite them hard enough to make her scream, and squirm…

“Fuuuuuuuck…babe. Just…just slide that other hand down and touch that sweet pussy…”

She obeyed. As if through some telepathic communications. Her beautiful eyes closing as her fingers played with her undoubtedly wet, swollen, pussy. Her lips opened in a soundless moan as her fingers strummed. Her fingers pulled at her nipples.

His hand stroked faster. Harder. Pulling his foreskin down, exposing the sensitive head. He watched those lips open further and imagined they were wrapped around his cock. Imagined that they were sucking, imagined her tongue flicking across the head his thumb was now gliding across.

He sped up the pace. His imagination running wild as the babe across from him played with herself. He was getting close. So fucking close…

“Ahh yeah. Just a little more…just a little more for Daddy…come on. Play with that little clit. Pinch those nipples for me…”

His face started to twist. His breathing started to quicken. His pulse spiked. Groaning his climax crept up on him. He didn’t for one second look away from her.

Good thing too because just as he was about to blow his load, she opened her eyes and looked directly at him. Her lips still parted. Hand still playing between her thighs.

His entire body shook, quaked as rope after rope shot out of him. He didn’t even have time to grab the tissues. Her look shot through him and straight into his bones. He could’ve sworn she orgasmed the same time as him. Could have sworn he saw her shoulders shake with the same ecstasy that was now coursing through his own.

What he saw next was unbelievable. Still making eye contact with him, she brought her fingers to her lips and started to suck. He was starting to harden as she made a show of licking her presumably wet fingers dry.

He swallowed hard. Not quite sure he was breathing as she walked over to the window and winked. His hands found their way down, once more. But before he could do anything more, she winked once more and shut the curtains.

“Holy fucking shit…”

He looked at his watch and bit his lip. Maybe one more time?

Yeah. He could crank one more out.