Mrs. Jones. The godess who lived opposite

She’s at it again…

Mrs. Jones had lived opposite me for over 10 years. Ever since I was 13 I’ve spied on her dripping hot body. E cup busom, long golden locks of hair. Curvy frame. Slightly tanned. Huge pink nipples. She’s about 35 now but still a godess to me.

Everything I’ve always desired.

Surely she knows I watch her at night. Her and her husband argue a lot. He works away. She plays away occasionally. Mostly young men looking for a quick lay. I rarely see the same guy more than 2-3 times.

Tonight she’s alone. Husbands away. Shes on her bed again. My night vision goggles came a week ago and have vastly improved what I see.

Shes on her back rubbing her clit gently. White stockings. Bras on the floor. Nipples look like they’re ready to fly off.

I can’t take my eyes off the way she spreads and plays. Over and over. It’s hypnotic.

How do I, at 23 get this woman (and she’s all that) to notice me without me seeming creepy? Maybe she enjoys being watched. She seems to leave the curtains open for a reason…

I slide a note under her front door. “Your secret admirer enjoys the show. Would love to become part of the act. Wear the red panties tonight if you’re interested. Don’t if you’re not and I’ll never contact you again”

The next night the curtains are closed. Busted. She thinks I’m a stalker creep. She’ll never have anything to do with me now. It was nice while it lasted.

3 nights pass and it’s the saddest time of my life. She’s gone. Never will I see her curvy, voluptuous body ever again.

I go to work and come home to a package. But I didn’t order anything…

I cautiously open it. Inside is my note. On the back it says “finally you’ve had the balls to say something. Enjoy the gift”. Inside are her red panties stained with her pussy juices.

I can’t help but take a deep drag, inhaling deeply. It’s sickly sweet. Addictive almost.

That evening he’s still not there. Fuck it. My heart races as I lace my trainers, ready to leave the house.

I sniff the panties again, hide them in my room and head out to Mrs. Jones house…

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1 comment

  1. This is my first attempt. More of me wanting to get this out there, off my chest than a groundbreaking work of writing. Hope someone enjoys it.

    Willing to continue the story or even roleplay if it ticks your boxes…

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