Sex

Your mouth hangs open as you witness unmistakable fornication.

He stands behind her, shirt still on and hands digging into the meaty gorgeous ass of his partner. She grips a rolling cart in front of them, clearly an impromptu fucking, sounds hot.

You start to perspire and have already found one of your hands tracing your nipple. You swallow as your mouth dries and you continue to watch him slap her ass while thrusting from behind. And while you can’t hear it, you can see the woman smiling and mouthing “yes” over and over.

They’re farther away but their session is in a side profile to you, so you can see both of them fairly well. They both appear clothed, though you can see a little more clearly her pants are pulled further down, he must’ve just whipped his cock out of the fly of his jeans.

His body remains incredibly close to hers, diving and parting her cheeks, he must be incredibly deep inside her you think.

The basement door flings open, startling you as you knock a glass to the floor.

“Shit!” You shout. You begin working to get the glass cleaned up. Your boyfriend, up from his workout chooses to assist.

Once done you glance back across the yard. Your neighbors must’ve finished already, they’re nowhere to be seen in their kitchen. Perhaps carrying on with their deed in a different room.

You sigh at missing the rest of the show.

“You ok?” Your boyfriend asks.

You nod, “just tired I think. Going to get the laundry done and shower before turning in.”

He smiles and begins to strip in front of you. He walks naked to the washer and chucks his clothes in, then turns around to wink at you.

“I’ll be waiting for you.” He marches proudly up the stairs, his cock starting to chub wagging stiffly side to side as he does so.

You giggle and roll your eyes. “Yeah ok stud.”

You load up the washer and peek around. You draw the shades to the front of your house and come back to the washer. It’s dark now, but your neighbor’s kitchen light remains on.

You have a thought to yourself, entertaining the idea of “returning the favor.” Putting on a show of your own. Would that encourage a reciprocation?

You shake the idea away, reasoning that’s too risky, not to mention you’ve no idea how to navigate consent in a situation like this. You turn off your lights before stripping and tossing your laundry in the washing machine.

Starting it, you head to take a shower.

You turn it on and wait for it to warm up. As steam fills the room, you open the small window to let it out. As you step into the shower, you find yourself at eye level with the window and stare out the backyard again.

You see movement in your neighbor’s kitchen.

Once again, he walks around his kitchen. You feel even more exposed than last night with no clothes, but the window to your shower offers no generous angles. At most they’ll be able to make out your head. Still, excitement shoots through your body, registering a thrill all the same.

More of him comes into view. He walks around in gym shorts and a tshirt, cleaning up the kitchen.

Shaking away you continue to wash yourself, before wrapping up. You think about being seen and once again your heart beats faster as you feel excitement.

This subsides as you see he has disappeared from the kitchen once again. That’s probably for the best. You dry off and wrap a towel over your head, the rest of you nude. You head to move the laundry over from the washer to the dryer.

After you finish you shut the dryer door and start it. You’d forgotten that you flipped the lights on again when shifting the laundry, and suddenly feel odd. Your face is warm and the hairs on your neck stand, you feel as if you’re being watched.

You glance towards your neighbor again and sure enough see him standing near one of his kitchen windows. No mistake he’s staring at you.

You seem to notice each other at the same time, as you see him turn away and leave quickly and you simultaneously throw your hands over your breast and pussy and crouch to the ground.

You laugh and your eyes water at the same time.

Ok I guess you’re kind of even now.

And now you can’t shake your excitement.

You hit the switch from down below, and protected by the darkness in your house start to sneak upstairs.

You glance again to your neighbor’s house before heading up. And your face turns beet red.

He’s back, and outside. In a towel, just a towel. It must be freezing out there you think. He must’ve finished a workout too, explains the shorts. And letting his dog out perhaps?

You linger on the stairs, staring at your neighbor. You wonder…keep heading up or come back down, see what happens?