Pervert neighbour enters your life

Been a reader on this site for some time. I enjoy the stories of great writers in the cheating spouses category and now I want to try it as well. You might see some similarities with other writers but that is where I take my inspiration from.

Just recently graduated together with your girlfriend, you move into a new place together. Your girlfriend is a beautiful girl, 21 years old, and loves to be spontaneous. She has a petite build, firm B cup and the right curves to top it off. Her name is Elizabeth, but most people call her Lizzie or Liz.

The neighbourhood you just moved into is rather quiet and has kind people living in it. The neighbours also greeted you when you moved your stuff inside. Overall good people, especially your direct next door neighbour. He is a fat old senior, roughly 60 years old. His white shirt had some grease stains, and when he talked, his voice would carry the room. Despite his off-putting appearance, he was actually very funny and kind. Liz felt comfortable meeting him. He not only greeted you and especially your girlfriend, he carried some boxes inside and walked through the house. Not wanting to refuse his kindness, we just let him help. He was particularly interested in carrying boxes that had my girlfriend’s stuff inside. My girlfriend was all too eager to have him carry her boxes but I was wary of his actions. Whenever Liz bent over to carry some stuff, her thong would slightly rise above her jean. The neighbour, Jack, wasn’t hiding the fact that he was looking. Although you should kick him out, you were curious to see what else would happen. Nothing out of the ordinary happened anymore except for one moment. Liz went to the toilet and left Jack alone with her stuff. He opened one of the boxes and took something out and put it in his pockets. However, from your angle and distance, you couldn’t really see what it was. You weren’t even sure he actually took something.

When we finished, we gave Jack a beer to thank him for his help. He was a big guy and definitely knew how to drink. As he drank more and more, he would also make some vulgar and sexist jokes. Normally Liz wouldn’t like these kind of jokes, but she had a few to drink as well so she enjoyed the jokes. Besides, they were just jokes, right?

As the night came, we said goodbye. Liz went upstairs to take a shower. Jack quickly said he had to pee and also went upstairs after her. Jack came down after one minute and left.

The next morning…

“Hey, where are my panties from yesterday?”