Smoke billowed through the living room as it dispersed and spiraled into the air. Tanner held the tight blunt to his lips, tasting the sweet mango flavoring of the wrap. He inhaled deeply, holding the smoke in his lungs for a few seconds before exhaling a load of stress. He closed his eyes, completely soothed. In a split second his peace and silence was over. He jolted as a shrill voice came from the bedroom.
“TANNER, I’ve told you a million times, smoke *OUTSIDE*!” His irritated wife yelled.
Tanner cringed as he wondered if the smoke *really* bothered her or if she just wanted to have control. “*Fucking Christ, I can’t relax in my own apartment?”* he muttered quietly to himself.
Tanner replied “Yes darling!” in a sarcastic, mocking tone as he rose from the couch and slunk to their balcony. The sliding glass door jammed a little when he tried it, causing him more frustration than the occasion called for.
He stepped out into the warm summer air and inhaled, breathing in the aroma of a burning charcoal grill. He closed his tired eyes and listened to crickets chirping in the woods, enjoying the pleasant sounds of early summer.
The young woman on the balcony above him paced audibly back and forth. Her footsteps reverberated loudly on old wooden slats. She was talking on the phone in a shrill voice, clearly distressed. *Jesus, shut up!* he growled angrily to himself as he glanced upwards. Upon glancing, his body stiffened. He did a double-take. His eyes widened in awe. Through the wooden slats of his ceiling, he could see directly up her flowy dress. His loosened fingers dropped the blunt, and he quickly retrieved it before it could roll off of the balcony. His heart leapt as he set the blunt down on the table.
Tanner moved with her as she paced, straining his neck to see small snippets, bits and pieces of sensitive pink flesh. His face reddened and flushed as his interest piqued. He watched her from below, peeping up, feeling like a devious school boy. He saw quick flashes of her delicious pale thighs rubbing together as she moved. Her juicy ass jiggled and bounced sideways with each step she took. She had the curves of a greek goddess.
Whenever she took a new step, he could see her legs part, giving a quick view of her exposed pussy lips. A second here, a second there. His cock was suddenly awake. He watched the soft, protruding inner lips of her pussy rub together. Her shiny labia stretched and retracted with each movement.
*God bless,* he whispered.
He adjusted himself in his pants, peering through the glass door to make sure his wife wasn’t watching him from inside. The coast was clear.
His fingers fiddled hurriedly with the metal clasp of his belt. He quickly loosened the belt and unbuttoned his pants, relieving painful built-up pressure. His hardening cock throbbed rhythmically as it rose straight up. The bulbous head of his cock poked out of the top of his pants while the shaft stayed hidden.
He spit warm saliva on his hand before reaching inside his pants and gripping his overheated shaft. He closed his fist around the reddening head, pleasuring himself with twisting motions. Prominent blue veins throbbed beneath his firm fingers.
As she came to a standstill above him, his eyes beamed right up to her puffy slit. His strokes came in fast as he groaned. He fantasized.
He wanted to be there, to hike her dress up and feel her womanly curves for himself.
He wanted to use his fingertips to explore her pussy, spreading those fleshy lips apart and entering a finger into her… her liquid honey dripping down his hand. He wanted to be engulfed by her ass…stuffing his face in between her cheeks, tasting and smelling her sensual fluids… Inhaling her musky pussy, which was probably sweaty from the hot day. He felt weak as his knees threatened to buckle beneath him. He used one hand to steady himself against the railing, and the other to jerk himself.
The fact she was right there and he couldn’t have her drove him wild. He was in sheer agony, longing to take and ravage her body. His brain was in a frenzy, hijacked with erotic passion. His strokes increased faster as he tightened his grip.
He had the urge to slide his slick cock up and down from her asshole all the way to the tip of her clit. Up and back down again. Again… Lingering his cock just on the outside of her hole, poking in and out of her slowly. Teasing.
He panted and heaved, struggling for breath. His cock pulsed rhythmically as he bursted in orgasm. His gooey cum came shooting out onto the wooden deck in waves. He gasped and groaned as he swayed back and forth, feeling tingly and fuzzy. His ears rang loudly, causing him to wince.
He tucked his satisfied cock away and zipped up his pants. He sighed as he wiped sweat from his furrowed brows. He waited for his heart rate to go down before sliding open the balcony door and returning to the cool air conditioned living room. He made it back inside and sank into the cool leather couch. His wife casually walked by, not caring to look at him.
“Thanks for going outside.” She murmured.
“*My pleasure.”* He choked back a chuckle.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/gngxxr/the_curvy_neighbor_voyeurism
Amazing!