Being Neighborly Part 3[MF][Teasing][Self-Play][Voyeur]

All characters in the story are aged 18+.

I walked over with my parents and I held the bottle of wine that we were bringing for dinner. When Emily opened the door and she looked absolutely gorgeous. She wore a stunning red dress with spaghetti straps, layers of lacy cloth across her chest that lay low on her chest that showed just a hint of cleavage and ran straight down hugging every single contour of her body. It was the third or fourth time that day she made my jaw drop, but I had learned my lesson after the first time and caught myself and closed it immediately. Her smile as she greeted us at the door was radiant. She turned to the side and waved an arm gesturing us to come inside.

“Oh my, I now I feel underdressed. I didn’t know we were having being invited to such a fancy dinner.” My mom said as she walked past the threshold.

“Excuse me.” Emily replied then looked down at herself. “Oh no. I’m sorry, this dress was a gift from Jason while we were away on our last anniversary vacation. I was just starting to miss him is all. I assure you dinner isn’t a fancy affair. Not with my cooking skills anyways.” I felt a twinge of guilt at those words, thinking about what had happened a couple of hours ago. But I was quick to rationalize it. I mean I didn’t do anything with her. Well not really and fantasizing didn’t hurt anyone, right?

“Oh don’t be sorry, I was just joking around. You look lovely in that dress. In fact, now that you’ve told us where that dress is from, I’m a little jealous. Frank here only buys me kitchen appliances. As if, that’s my hobby or something.” My mom said elbowing my father in the arm.

“She makes like she’s not making everyone on the block try her latest dish she made for the party, fishing for, oof.” My mom’s elbow to the gut didn’t let my dad finish that sentence. While I just put my head down, just shaking it from the embarrassment. See my dad isn’t really the sly type, nor quiet. I already knew that was going to happen the moment he leaned in to me and opened his mouth.

“She deserves all the praises in the world. The Swedish meatballs she made last night were to die for. I had to stop myself from stealing the whole tray.” She said with a light laugh.

The small talk carried on as she led us to the dining room, where I handed her the bottle of wine we brought over. She took it from my hand and set it on the table, then asked if I could help her bring the food from the kitchen. I nodded and extended my arms in way of telling her to lead the way. And lead the way she did. I mean I just saw her bending over in a bikini this morning but something about the way the dress hugged her combined with her slow swaying hips, made me almost drool. I was so glad that I had decided to wear some loose-fitting jeans or the moment she turned around would not have been ideal. Though thinking back on it some she had seen me with a hard-on at the pool and that didn’t seem to bother her and then on the other hand my parents were in the next room. Yeah definitely a smart move to wear the jeans.

“Thomas, by any chance do you like butterflies?” She asked as we entered the kitchen.

Shit. She definitely saw me watching her earlier. I mean why else would she bring up butterflies. It’s not like she put on a thong in the shape of a pink butterfly or anything. What was I going to do? I couldn’t admit that I was wanking it while I watched her through her bedroom window. Maybe she didn’t really know and was fishing it out of me. My only hope was to play dumb and pray she didn’t tell my parents I was a peeping perv.

“B-b-butterflies?” I stammered out, raising my hands in confusion.

“Yes butterflies.” She said looking up, spinning around and waving her hands around. I looked up and saw trails of string mounted from the ceiling with a few butterflies attached to each one.

“Oh,” I said in all my glorious wit.

“I know it’s a bit much but I just love butterflies. They’re my favorite creature. Just flittering in the air going wherever the wind takes them. It’s sort of childish to do something like this but this is sort of my sanctuary and really puts me a zen-like state after a stressful day.”

“Hmm” I said sticking out my lower lip and bobbing my head thinking, to each their own I guess. When I brought my gaze back down from the ceiling, I jumped a little bit to find her right in front of me. She was less than an inch away from me and I could smell a sweet fragrance of gardenias emanating from her. Her hand felt light on my chest.

“Do you know the legend of the pink butterfly? She is unlike any butterfly. She spreads a type of euphoria over you when she flies overhead. When it takes you over your body begins to tremble in pure delight bringing you to such heights that you had never felt before. All culminating in an explosion of bliss that leaves you wanting more. And if you are keen you can see it most nights if you just look outside your bedroom window.” She said in a low husky voice. Her hand had trailed down my chest and fell in front brushing up against the front of my jeans. A jolt of electricity raced up and down my spine causing me to let out a soft ragged breath.

Emily gave me a quick wink, turned on a dime and headed toward the oven. She grabbed two oven mitts that lay on the stove above and opened the oven door. Now I don’t know if the oven was set on hot as the sun mode or if it was just my body’s reaction to her bending over in that tight red dress. The fabric stretched so tight across of her hips and ass it looked as though it was going to split right down the middle. That could’ve just been my wishful thinking or me just thinking about how my cock was pressing against thick denim begging to be let free. My nostrils were flaring with each deep inhale, my tongue slowly traced my upper lip as if I were some hungry wolf ready to pounce on my prey, and my thumb started to circle the tip of my cock through my pants.

Somewhere in the far distance, I could hear faint yells from my rational side telling me to stop, my parents were one room over, she was married, this was all wrong, anything and everything just to get me to stop everything I was doing. It was only that faint distant screaming even holding me in place. I had no idea what was overcoming me. I had been to my fair share of college parties this past year, seen countless girls in skimpy outfits getting tipsy or trashed, doing the same as Emily now and most times more exposing and all those times I had been inebriated as well, but never had I had these urges that Emily was making me feel.

It was like she was exuding this lust-filled pheromone that brought out my inner predator. I had to have her right then and there. Just as I was about to silence the voice in my head telling me to stop, she was upright again and turned toward me holding the casserole dish in front of her. A flood of embarrassment flooded my system and my rational voice grew a hundred times louder, chiding me for being such an idiot. My hand quickly jumped to my side and I turned my head to look away from her.

“Oh, someone is hungry. I just love a man with a big appetite. It makes me so happy to see a man craving my cooking. I can’t wait for you to taste it.” She said with a mischievous smile. “Here, why don’t you take this out, so we can all start eating.”

I let out a deep sigh of relief, foolishly believing that she didn’t see me touching herself while I ogled her bent over ass like the perverted teenager I was. The way she said those comments made me kind of wish that she did see, and they were meant to have a very different meaning. Though with my parents in the next room, that was just like some kind of dirty fantasy.

I grabbed the dish from her and immediately set my mind back to my physics exam, trying my best to take my thoughts away from Emily. I held the dish low to hide a more embarrassing moment as I walked into the dining room. Fortunately, nothing much happened during dinner. We ate and complimented Emily on her fine cooking. We all small talked the evening away as we sipped the wine my parents brought over.

As we were just about finished, my parents mentioned the trip they were going to be taking in about a week or so, which was news to me. “Where are we going?” I asked.

“We,” my dad pointed back and forth between him and my mom, “are going on a Mediterranean cruise. You,” pointing at me, “are staying here and staying out of trouble.”

“Seriously?!” I exclaimed.

“Yes, seriously. We need someone to watch the house while we’re away. That’s why we planned it for when you came back.”

I was about the say something in retort, but Emily cut me off. “Oh that sounds fun. I hope you two have a great time. I’ll be sure to keep an eye out for Thomas to make sure he stays out of trouble.”

“Thanks, Emily. The rest of the cul de sac knows as well, so sorry Thomas no parties at the house. Not that it’ll stop everyone else from their usual block parties.” My mom said with a laugh.

That seemed to end the conversation and the night, as both my parents got up and began thanking Emily for dinner and her hospitality. I got up to follow but before I could follow, Emily whispered in my ear, “Remember about the legend I told you about.”

My eyes thinned, and my eyebrow raised in confusion. A few moments of thinking then it dawned on me, my eyes widened in realization and Emily gave a smile as if knowing exactly what conclusion I came to. I turned toward my parents, hoping I knew exactly what she was implying.

Once through the doors of our house, I told my parents I was just going to hang in my room the rest of the night and hurried upstairs. I closed and locked my door quietly, leaving the lights off and crept silently toward the window facing Emily’s room. I moved the curtain over as carefully as I could be giving me just enough room to for one of my eyes to peek through. I could see Emily’s curtains drawn back but the room itself was almost pitched black. I could only make out the silhouettes of furniture, then as if on cue a light shown bright in the middle of the bed. It looked like the light from a phone was beaming up to the ceiling and just beyond that light was something bright pink. It took my eyes a moment or two to see that it was Emily holding her pussy lips wide open. Two fingers held a lip under each as if they were pins pressing down on the wings of an insect. Then it dawned on me, this was the pink butterfly she had been talking about earlier that evening, and not the pink butterfly thong I had seen her put on. A perfectly manicured finger began sliding between the two pink wings. My head bobbed with her finger as it slid down to disappear her fingernail and then back up as it re-emerged.

Her finger glistened in the light as it made a slow circuit around her clit, then back down again. Her motions stuck to the same pattern, slowly down and in, then back up and out, followed by tiny circles. I found my hand pulling out my cock through the zipper of my jeans and following the same rhythm. My hand stroking up and down as her fingers did and my thumb circling the very tip of my cock. Both of us making slow and sensual movements. I felt as though I were there in that room with her, felt as though her finger was my cock sliding in and out of her, teasing the tip of my cock against her clit.

Her finger stopped its up and down motion and then her all her fingers joined in as she played with her clit. And I followed suit rubbing my tip with three fingers. Any other time, my self-control would be thrown out the window and would have be tugging fast and furious, however this time I needed to be attuned to her. I was caught in her desire again needing to finish at the same moment she did. Then her hands moved away, and I felt a bit of let down thinking that she was already finished. But not a moment later her hand was back in the light this time with something in her grasp.

The object was about six inches long, I guessed, and slender. She touched one end between her lips and swirled it around for a bit. Then she slid it up further and pressed it against her clit. In that instant the light began to waver back and forth and left to right, creating a strobe like effect. I was getting a little dizzy, as light flashed everywhere. The wand in her hand moved up and down, and it only took me a second to figure out that it was a vibrator and her body had lost control. I could make out ripples on her inner thigh as her ass convulsed up and down, light flashing showing me the vibrator on her clit before it disappeared into the darkness as she raised up giving me glimpses of her cheek above the light.

Again I was reaching for the lotion, which was still in the same place I had left it the last time I was spying on Emily. I stroked hard and fast, gripping tighter trying to simulate how tight her pussy would feel on it. An hour later, or it could have been a few seconds later, I really couldn’t tell at this point, Emily’s body settled back down just beyond the light, her vibrator was gone now. The light slowly tilted toward her then pulled away from her in a slow tempo. And I let a moan of pleasure as I burst once more on my curtains, knowing that the ebbing light must have meant she had reached her climax as well.

I kept an eye on her as I stroked a few more time to let out the last remnants of my load. She picked up the phone in her hand and turned off the light. I fell back and combed my clean hand through my hair and let out a huge breath and lay on my back. Eyes droopy, my body wiped out, I passed out right there on the floor.

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/zr1o2m/being_neighborly_part_3mfteasingselfplayvoyeur