CHAPTER 12: OPEN DOOR (3)

THEMES: Voyeuristic fantasy, Neighbors, proximity tension

KINKS: Voyeurism & exhibitionism, Mutual self- pleasure, Eye- contact control, breathy praise, Hair- grip, tongue play, teasing, denial cadence.

I can't say that I'm shy now, not with the way my lips are parted in a silent O shape and my eyes are transfixed on his cock.

... But every now and then, I take my gaze up to his, watching him watch me, my face and my finger in my pussy in equal parts.

Suddenly he changes tempo, going faster.

"Add another finger," he tells me breathlessly.

I nod, slipping my forth finger into my pussy.

Now there are two fingers in me, and I follow his movements, mirroring it as he moves slower, then faster, then slower again.

... And just when I'm about to tip over, pulls takes his hand off his cock.

"Nooo," I whine, sitting up a bit and earning a shake off his head.

“Hold your pace,” he says, his voice grating and going shredded.

“Don't cum yet.”

“O-- okayyy,” I breathe, thigh muscles twitching in the denial I just suffered.

My lips are furrowed in an unhappy smile now, but then he takes his hand back to cock again, stroking the underside.

I follow him, taking both of my fingers in and out, in and out until it's making a squishy squelching noise.

It's embarrassing, but also a turn on when I see him sigh in relief, running his hand from his balls to his cap.

His eyes are following my every movement, watching me please myself to the sight of his rigid cock, then he says,

"Add a third finger."

I tremble at that; I'd never taken more than two fingers in me before.

And so I bite my lip, pulling my fingers out until they're halfway out of my pussy, then I curl my index finger, swirling some of my leaking pussy juices around it and then slid it in alongside my other fingers.

... But I wince, closing my eyes instinctively at the odd feeling.

It's too much, and I'm not used to it.

"Hey," he calls, causing me to look at him.

"It's okay, take it all out."

Instinctively, I do as he says, pulling all three of my fingers out

"There, stop just at the tips."

On saying this, his hand on his cap squeezes around it, drawing out precum.

It's so... lovely, whitish like lots of puddle joined together.

Delicious puddle,

... I wonder how he takes.

My mind is far gone with him, my lips parted in awed shape as he scoops some of the precum on his forefingers, and spread them about his turgid bloody red cap, smearing his entire palm in the process.

Unintentionally, I let out a slight moan; I can't even begin to explain how wet I've gotten from this sight.

Then his eyes find me again, lowering down to my pussy, particularly my soaked fingers.

"Now take them all in."

My fingers move then, of their own according, pushing past my walls and digging into my pussy slowly,

... Just as he drags his hand down over his length, awfully and extremely slowly.

... Till he reaches reaches his balls, cupping them just as my fingers go completely deep, my knuckles hitting my pussy lips.

Then he squeezes down firmly on his balls, causing me to clench down hard on my fingers.

Then he lets go of them, and I relax.

... And he moves his hand up his length with me pulling my fingers out till the tips of my fingers just when he reaches his cap.

Then he drags his hand down again, keeping his eyes on my pussy that's dripping juices down the length of my fingers that's gone deep inside again.

My legs are spread wide apart by now, so he's got a good view of what I'm doing, as I have on him.

He mutters a "Fuck me," then takes his hand up the length of his cock again.

And so we continue; up, down, out, in.

Soon we're wheezing, moans escaping my lips while he groans, "Just like that, just like that."

He does something with his cock then, he twigs it, bending it in a curve, and I involuntarily curve my fingers in my pussy, sending them all straight to my G spot.

"Oh Goddddddd,"

I tumble down a cliff I didn't know existed, my back bows, my breath stammers into multiple and several broken pieces, and my hand stutters, then clings on my clit, pinching it and causing me to lose rhythm entirely as the waves of pleasure crash over me.

Now I'm quivering, my legs shaking so hard as I place my hand over my lips to keep from screaming.

I'm so over the brink that I pull my fingers out, my hand gripping the bedsheets tightly as I ride my hips on nothing, and in the process my cum splashes over the bed, hitting his thighs.

Through my half lidded eyes, I see that his eyes are on me, almost like he’s memorizing the way I'm falling apart.

He hasn't stopped in his movement, although his hand is going faster now, and just as my pussy juices hit his thighs,

... He groans, deep and helpless, and then he jaw clenches down hard, a curse coming out through his lips while his shoulder and whole body goes stiff and tightens then releases as thick, long ropes and spurts of cum shoot out of cock, smearing over the bed his stomach and my thighs.

Slouching, his head leans back over the headboard, and nothing can be heard over the next few seconds aside from our breaths, wheezing while we desperately try to catch them.

We don’t look away from each other all the while, then suddenly he heaves himself off from the headboard, and moves to me.

Crossing the space between us, he takes my face in his hand, sweeping his thumb along my cheekbone, his palm warm at my jaw, and kisses me.

It's hot and breathy, his tongue sliding in so I can taste him while his other hand slides into my hair, holding me in place as I tilt my head back and open up to him.

A low sound escapes me when he licks the corner of tongue, and in response, I suck on his, causing him to groan into my mouth, sending sweet shivers through me.

God it's so good, I could drown here in his mouth and grip, and still call it a vacation.

He pulls back first, resting his forehead against mine, then both of us smile.

“Hi,” he says.

“Hi,” I reply, my brain a little offline when I say,

“That was--------”

I blink, trying to find the word I'm looking for, then say.

"------- the charger I needed."

"Charger?" He asks, not understanding what I meant by that.

Smiling, I give him a sheepish shrug of my shoulders, using my right index finger to tuck my hair behind my ear.

"I actually came here to borrow your charger."

“So I became a better charger,” he says, grinning and I swat his chest, feeling slightly embarrassed.

He pulls away from me then, reaches for the nightstand and picks up the tissue box there, taking some out for himself and handing the remaining to me.

Silently, I thank him, and the both of us clean ourselves up.

When we're done, we dispose of the used tissues into another box he brought out,

Then he reaches to the nightstand again, grabs his phone charger and holds it up to me.

“What you came for,” he says, and I roll my eyes and take it.

When I stand, my legs feel like they belong to a very happy stranger and as I smooth my dress, I feel him watching me.

It should make me self-conscious,but surprisingly it doesn’t.

At the door, I pause and look back.

He’s still on the bed, with his shirt rucked, his hair a mess, and his lower lip a little swollen from how I kissed him.

And although he looks... wrecked... in the best kind of way, his eyes are darker and more intense than they were close to an hour ago.

“Thank you,” I tell him sincerely and he tilts his head at me, looking completely confused.

"For what?"

“This was… exactly what I wanted.”

“I could tell,” he says, and it's my turn to look at him confused.

“The way you watched me while I----- ” He shakes his head.

“I’m never forgetting that look on your face.”

Heat creep into my cheeks at that, but instead of saying anything in reply, I bite my lip, and go out the door, closing it behind me.

When I'm back in my room, I jump onto my bed and laugh, pressing the charger to my chest.

I feel giddy; I almost can't believe that happened.

My fantasy has been FULFILLED.

Turning around, I plug the charger into my phone and watch it show the charging sign then set the phone down and fall backward onto my bed, feeling a wide across my face.

Closing my eyes, I still see him; his shoulders all tight, his hand firm and steady, his eyes on me, and the way he said "Come in."

The hell, I didn't know fulfilling a fantasy could feel this good.

But I do now, and you can bet...

I plan to be the kind of neighbor who always returns what she borrows... plus interest (wink).