Peek

Stalking around the house, trying his best not to be a creeper, Ethan takes a few peeks into the windows. Nothing leaps out at him so far, the house seemingly quiet, and what little he sees inside does not hint to the owner's identity. Working around the back, Ethan sees some light shining out from a window. At least somebody is home.

Hesitating, Ethan moves very slowly, fearing if he looks into the window and somebody looks back he might end the night talking with the police. Inching closer, Ethan's ears prickle, catching something from inside the house. The noise is soft, a voice maybe, but it doesn't sound like they are speaking. It sounds like… breathing?

Reaching the window, Ethan peeks in slightly, and what he sees makes his blood run molten.

It’s Layla. No doubt about that. But far from how she was this morning.

Naked, at least from what Ethan can see, the buxom woman is reclining on some sort of furniture out of view, her eyes closed and mouth agape. Ethan’s eyes fixate on her massive exposed chest, heavy breasts heaving from rapid breathing. Her nipples are large, puffy, and pink, simply begging to be sucked.

Mouth watering, Ethan swallows hard, and down below something else grows even harder. His angle is terrible. He only sees her from around the abdomen up, the low angle he’s looking through hiding most of her. But still, with a view like this…

Ethan drops, shaking his head.

He’s literally become a peeping tom. And yet…

Ethan lifts himself up, reclaiming his angle.

Watching her closely, Ethan takes in Layla’s breathing, the quiver of her lips, the motion of her chest. His imagination doesn't need to run wild to figure out what’s happening here, even with the limited angle.

Layla is playing with herself, and quite enjoying it.

Ethan’s cock throbs in his pants, the feeling almost dragging him to the ground. A small part of his brain almost takes over and whips it out, but the rest of him fights it back. Barely. His dick yearns to be touched, jealous of Layla’s sex getting attention while he remains unused.

Chewing his lip Ethan finds himself at odds with himself, unsure of what to do. He’s definitely not going to jack off in his neighbor's backyard while peeping at them through the window. Right?

… Right?