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Indecent Neighbors

What would you do if your neighbor got you all hot and bothered?

By Clementine LipsPublished 4 years ago 4 min read

I was exhausted. I had spent two hours practicing the choreography for my next day’s dance lesson and I just felt an urgent need to have a cold shower and get into bed. But as I went to turn off the music to go to the bathroom, I realized that I had not been the only one enjoying my show. I could just see my neighbor staring out of the window across from mine. He thought I couldn’t see him, half hidden behind his curtains. I am neither blind nor stupid so, I had already realized in other occasions that I had caught this guy’s attention. What I didn’t know is that he could be so obvious. I must say that he was not all that bad looking and if he’d made any move I would have gone along with it, but he seemed shy, so for now we were just on “hello and goodbye” terms. I decided it was time to play with him a bit and see where I could get him to.

I took my shirt and trousers off with my back to the window, and I threw them onto the bed, as if I hadn’t noticed anything—just as if I were preparing to go to the shower. But then I started to move to the rhythm still coming from my speakers, this time just in my underwear. My back to the window, I moved my body in slow and sensual waves. I descended against the wall until I reached the floor and then came back up, with my butt sticking out while slowly stroking my legs. I turned around and I gently lowered my hands in between my breasts. I took pleasure in feeling sexy and strong, with such a control over his desire when I was hardly trying. The wall grazed my buttocks. It felt like I was being pleasantly tickled.

When I looked over to his building he had come out of his hiding place behind the curtains. He was reclined over his windowsill, half his body out of the room. I could see the need to be in my room painted on his face.

What will happen when they close the curtains?

However, I felt the exchange was being quite unequal: he was still completely dressed. I gestured with my hands that he should take his T-shirt off. It took him a few seconds to understand what I meant, but finally the T-shirt ended up on the floor. Even though he didn’t seem very impressive when dressed, now that his upper half was naked, I could see all the muscles even at a distance. Without having to ask him, he had also taken his trousers off. This was getting serious.

I undid my bra and let it fall to the floor. I saw him breathe in slowly, his eyes focused on my breasts. He put his hand in his shorts and started moving it. Up, down. I smiled and started to play with my tits, first just touching around them and then fixating on my nipples. His hand kept accelerating and I was getting hotter and hotter. I lowered my hands to my thong and played around with it for a bit, lowering it and pulling it back up from the side, without revealing the treasure inside.

He understood what I wanted, and he took off his underwear, uncovering his erect member. I bit my lips and turned around, opening my legs slightly. I took off my thong slowly, leaning further down as I went. With my index finger I stroked my full lips to open them slowly. A full body shiver shook my body when I got to the clitoris. I introduced my index and middle finger into my vagina while with the other hand I worked on my pleasure button. I felt myself getting increasingly wet, but I needed more visual stimulation to get there. I stood up again and put my foot onto my windowsill, positioning my leg high up, prepared to keep enjoying myself and the views. But I got disappointment instead. There was no one in the room in front of mine.

Feeling stupid, I picked up my clothes from the floor. Then, the doorbell rang. Frustrated by the situation and because I had to answer the door naked, I stormed to the door to answer in a very bad mood.

When I picked up the receiver, however, my anger left as fast as it had arrived. On the other end a masculine and clearly wanting voice said:

"It’s time we stopped playing around, don’t you think?"


About the Creator

Clementine Lips

Erotic short story writer (bisexual). My stories center around female characters and their pleasure. Let's reclaim our pussies!

Twitter @ClementineLips

Insta: @clementine_lips

Gumroad: gumroad/clementinelips

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