72. Hi, Neighbor!

Trigger Warnings: Voyeurism, exhibitionism, toy play (dildo), mutual masturbation/JOI (Jerk Off Instruction), and explicit language.

Iris

    The fluorescent lights of my office cubicle felt like they were bleaching my soul, but my mind was miles away, anchored in the second-story bedroom of the house across the street. It had started a week ago-the realization that the angle of my neighbor's window provided a perfect, unobstructed view of my bed, and vice versa. He was a man named Silas, or maybe it was Soren-I didn't care about the name, only the broad shoulders, the dark, messy hair, and the way he looked in a tight grey t-shirt when he was watering his lawn.

All through my afternoon meetings, I wasn't thinking about spreadsheets. I was thinking about the box that had arrived in the mail yesterday. A thick, realistic silicone dildo, jet black and textured with veins, featuring a suction base and a multi-speed vibration that had made my hand go numb just testing it. I knew exactly what I was going to do the moment I clocked out.

The drive home felt like an eternity. When I finally pulled into my driveway, I saw his charcoal truck already parked. My heart gave a violent, wet throb. He was home. The stage was set.

I didn't turn on the main lights when I entered my bedroom. I kept the bedside lamp low, casting a warm, golden glow that I knew would highlight every curve of my body for anyone watching from across the street. I walked straight to the window. The curtains were half-drawn, but I reached out and pulled the heavy fabric back until the entire pane was exposed. I looked out. His lights were on. I could see the silhouette of a man moving in his kitchen.

I began to undress slowly, facing his house. I unbuttoned my silk blouse one by one, letting the fabric slide off my shoulders and pool at my feet. I wasn't wearing a bra; I wanted him to see the way my tits heavy and perky, the nipples already darkening in the cool air. I stepped out of my skirt and thumbs hooked into the waistband of my lace panties, sliding them down my legs. I stood there for a full minute, completely naked, silhouetted against the light.

I went to the shower, leaving the door ajar, and when I returned ten minutes later, wrapped in a towel that I "accidentally" let slip the moment I reached the bed, I saw him. He was standing at his window now. He was shirtless, his muscular chest pale in the moonlight, and he wasn't even pretending to look away. He was staring.

I sat on the edge of the bed, facing him, and reached for the nightstand. I pulled out the toy. It was massive, a solid seven inches of thick silicone. I saw him shift, his hand moving down toward his waistband.

I decided to raise the stakes. I picked up my phone and scrolled through the neighborhood directory I'd saved months ago. I hit the number for 'Unit 4B'.

Across the street, I saw him startle. He looked at his phone, then back at my window. He answered.

"Hello?" His voice was a deep, jagged baritone that vibrated right through the speaker and into my pussy.

"Hello, neighbor," I whispered, my voice a low, honeyed rasp. I picked up the dildo and began to rub the head of it against my clit. "I was wondering... if I could borrow some salt."

I heard a sharp intake of breath on the other end. "I think you have plenty of spice over there already," he groaned. I watched him pull his cock out. It was thick and angry, and he began to stroke it with a slow, rhythmic grip.

"Oh god," I moaned loudly into the phone, the sound echoing in both our rooms. I clicked the vibrator on. The low hum filled my ears as I pressed the toy against my soaking entrance. "You're watching me, aren't you? You're watching me play with myself because you're too far away to do it for me."

"I'm watching every fucking inch of you," he hissed. "I'm watching the way you're pinching those tits. Do it harder. I want to see you mark yourself for me."

I obeyed, my fingers twisting my nipples until they were a bright, angry red. I spat into my palm, the saliva shimmering, and rubbed it all over my breasts until they glistened. I looked him dead in the eye through the glass as I guided the dildo inside.

I let out a shattered cry as the toy breached me, the thickness of it stretching my pussy to the limit. I didn't go slow. I began to ride the toy, my hips bucking frantically while I gripped the phone.

"Fuck, you're so tight," he groaned, his hand moving faster on his cock. "I can see the way your pussy is clenching around that plastic. You want it to be me, don't you? You want my real cock stretching you out."

"Yes! Oh god, yes, Daddy!" I screamed into the phone, my internal muscles clamping around the vibrating silicone. "I want you to fill me up! I want to feel your weight on top of me! This toy is nothing compared to what I want you to do to my ass hole!"

"You're a filthy little exhibitionist, aren't you?" he taunted, his voice becoming a primal grunt. "Giving the whole neighborhood a show. You like knowing I'm stroking my cock to the sight of your tits bouncing."

"I love it! Mmm, I’m your little slut! Watch me come, neighbor! Watch me!"

The rhythm was a frantic, electronic hum mixed with the wet slaps of the toy hitting my thighs. I was reaching my peak, the tension in my lower belly a white-hot spark. Across the street, he was nearly there too, his body tensing, his legs braced against the wall.

"I'm close!" he roared into the phone. "I'm going to cum all over my floor watching you! Beg for it, Iris! Beg for me to finish!"

"Please! Fuck, yes! Cum for me! Let me see it!"

I hit my peak first, my body racking with a series of violent, rhythmic spasms that made me drop the phone onto the mattress. I sobbed into the pillows, the dildo still buried deep, pulsing with the last of its battery.

A heartbeat later, I heard him over the speaker-a long, guttural roar of pure, unadulterated release. I looked up and saw him through the glass, his body shaking as he emptied himself, his head thrown back.

We stayed there for a long time, two silhouettes separated by a few yards of asphalt and a lifetime of secrets. He eventually wiped himself off and looked at me one last time. He didn't wave. He didn't smile. He just reached out and closed his curtains, leaving me in the golden glow of my room, heavy, sated, and already planning what I'd show him tomorrow.

Trigger Warnings: Voyeurism, exhibitionism, toy play (dildo), mutual masturbation/JOI (Jerk Off Instruction), and explicit language.