A Surprise for the Peeping Neighbor

The days passed. The conversations and kisses between Lucy and Marco maintained a mix of normalcy and an underlying passion that constantly vibrated between them. They continued to see each other at Marco's house from time to time, in those encounters that had become their refuge.

However, Lucy was going through her most exciting moments. Her body felt alive, hormonal, and she wished with all her might that Marco would dominate her, that he would break that final barrier of shyness. But she knew he needed a push, so she had to devise a plan. Inspiration came one afternoon as she looked out her kitchen window. She saw her neighbor, the ugly, fat old man, loitering in his own yard, but with his gaze fixed on hers. Perhaps he was hoping to see her or her mother. He was, without a doubt, a pervert. And in that moment, a plan occurred to her that, in her mind, was not risky for her.

The next day, a weekend, Marco invited her to his house. Lucy, feeling her hormones running high, was much more passionate than usual. She clung to him, her kisses were deeper, her caresses more demanding. Marco responded to every stimulus, although her intensity seemed a little strange to him. They continued like this for an hour, until Lucy pulled away.

"I have to go home, I have some unfinished business," she said, her voice a little breathless. "Walk me, I don't want to go back alone."

She wore a yellow dress, knee-length with a subtle neckline that highlighted the whiteness of her skin. Any experienced man, with a girl in that hormonal state, would not have hesitated to undress her completely and devour her with kisses. However, Marco only touched her all over, over the fabric, not daring to go under her dress. Despite everything they had been through and what she had told him, his caresses were still clumsy. Maybe he did need that extra motivation, like with Javier.

Lucy was incredibly wet; she felt her panties were damp, much more than usual. But she enjoyed Marco's clumsy fumbling. Her mind could only imagine how passionate they would become after executing her plan, and that thought made her wetter and wetter.

Right in front of her neighbor's house, Lucy stopped dead in her tracks. "That pervert has tried to watch me and even steal my panties," she declared, her voice firm. "I want to put a stop to it."

That made Marco nervous. If the guy tried to hit him, it would be hard to defend himself. He remembered that Lucy's dad was possibly at home. There was no one on the street, but if they shouted, someone might help them. Before he could say anything, Lucy was already climbing the steps of the neighbor's porch and knocking on the door.

The ugly old man came out, with a surprised expression.

"It is completely inappropriate for you to try to spy on me or steal my panties without my consent," Lucy snapped at him, in a harsh tone. "For that, a man needs to earn it. If you want more from me, you have to earn it."

Marco was bewildered. Was she trying to get the neighbor to court her? He didn't have much time to think.

Before the astonished eyes of both men, Lucy put both hands under her dress, lifting it just a few inches. Nothing could be seen, but the action was unmistakable: she was taking off her panties. The gesture left Marco frozen.

She pulled out her hand, holding the small, damp piece of fabric. She handed it to the old man. "They're used panties," she said, her voice filled with a newfound power. "Marco made me very wet, that's why they're damp. From now on, if you want anything else, you have to earn it. Or, failing that, if I'm in the mood, I'll let myself go. In the meantime, I don't want to see you loitering in my yard."

Without letting him speak, she turned and walked away. Marco followed her, but not before seeing the mischievous smile that formed on the old man's face.

"I knew you were perverts!" the man shouted at their backs. "I knew it wasn't a coincidence that you lifted your skirt in front of my house that time! I'm willing to play your game, just to have more material to masturbate to while thinking of you!"

They didn't respond. Lucy just turned and gave him a flirtatious look without saying a word. Marco saw the old man let out a lewd laugh, and then he saw that Lucy was smiling too.

That made his penis instantly rigid.

Once outside Lucy's house, she thanked him for walking her. "I was feeling naughty, that's why I did it," she said, as if it were the most normal thing in the world. Then, with a boldness that left him breathless, she took the tip of his erect penis in her hand, over his pants. "From now on I'll be naughtier, so I expect you to comfort me a lot."

She gave him a kiss on the cheek, turned, and went into her house, leaving Marco on the sidewalk, with the echo of the old man's words in his head and the feeling of her touch burning through the fabric.