Peeping Neighbor part 2 (mFf) (voy, exhib, oral)

Jeff ran all the way to the edge of his family’s property and stopped at the street before composing himself and wandering up his neighbor’s long curvy driveway.

As he approached he heard something behind as he turned to look-

“Hey, are you our neighbor?” he heard a woman speak. Turning his head he saw the blonde, wearing a blue sports bra, blue running shorts and blue running shoes as she came jogging up. Every part of her firm thick figure, jiggled and quaked as she approached him. The shorts did not cover any of her thick, long legs, now glistening from beads of sweat. The sports bra held her breasts tight. Jeff looked at her slender bare midriff and small bellybutton. Her hair pulled up in a tight ponytail on the top of her head. Her face was flush red and covered in sweat. Her features were soft and smooth with full round, luscious lips atop her tall elegant frame.

“umm… Yes?” he said, fumbling with his words.

She reached out with to shake his hand, her face beaming with wide smile.

“Hi, I am Helena! I would give you a hug, but I am totally icky right now. Excuse me,” she said as he eyed her up and down. As he took her in for a moment he saw her expression change from an open smile to a devilish half-smile. She stepped toward the house still holding his hand.

*She must be the mother? She is as tall as I am!*

“Do come inside and meet my- daughter… Natasha.” She turned to lead him to the front door. He watched her lithe body turn revealing her backside to him. Her running shorts were indeed short! They did not even cover her ass, just her hips as her thick ass again swallowed the fabric used to cover it. He watched as her ass jiggled and swayed in front of him. He looked at the dimples in her exposed lower back and thin waist.

“Did you have breakfast or lunch yet? Ha… Natasha and I usually do not rise early. Care to join us?” she looked back with a wry grin. She had definitely noticed his gawking and put a little more slink in her step, hoping to make him drool at the sight of her butt bouncing and swaying.

“Uh, s-sure, I mean why not…” he realized he was staring and had not introduced himself. “My name is-”

“Jeff! Sorry your father told me your name before, when your parents said hello,” she interjected, looking back at him and pulling her sunglasses on to the top of her head. Her blue eyes winked at him when his eyes finally met hers after investigating every inch of her backside he could see.

*She saw me look* he thought. His cock twitched and started growing.

He noticed a little more spring in her step as she pulled him up the short set of stairs and in through the large red front door. The inside of the house smelled sweet and crisp. He noticed ornate tables and lounge sofas in the entry, the walls covered in peculiar paintings of nude figures. Jeff did not look much at the walls or rooms, instead focusing on the prancing amazon in front of him, leading by the hand from one room to hallway to another room. This one overlooked the pool, behind him stairs led to another floor. The middle of the room sat a large table and a half dozen chairs around it.

“Natasha!” Helena called out. She looked out the glass door to the pool and seeing the raven-haired girl sitting by the pool, opened the door and leaned out balancing on one leg. “Natasha, sweety, come meet our neighbor, Jeff!”

He stared intently at her bubble butt as she called. She looked back at him and again caught him peeking.

Jeff interrupted his ogling to watch Natasha stand up from the lounge-chair and saunter in their direction. From here he had a terrific view of her adjusting her small bikini, which he discovered was delightfully semi-transparent.

*How did I not notice that before?*

He could clearly see her nipples through the fabric, her pink areolas visible along the edge of the small triangles of her top. She continued into the doorway and toward him with outstretched her arms.

“Hi, Jeff… I am Natasha!” she said giving him an awkward hug around his stiff figure, his arms still at his sides. He could feel her tits pressing against his chest. He could feel her warm, pale skin. After a moment, he reached around her waist with both arms and pulled her close for a hug, pressing his body against hers. “I wanted some breakfast, er lunch… anyone want any?”

Jeff looked at her still flush face; she had wider, rosy cheeks and a smaller nose than Helena. As she removed her sunglasses he looked at her large green eyes. Her hair was almost buzzed on the sides, and the four or more inches of hair on the top was slicked back. Her lips were thinner, smoother and pinker than Helena’s thick, pouty lips.

*I can not tell how old she is either! She looks like she could be my age or older… or younger?* he thought briefly.

Natasha stepped away from Jeff with an odd expression. He kept looking at her up and down. His eyes traveled over her round bosom, seeing that her puffy nipple was starting to poke out the side of her top. His gaze focused briefly on her deep milky cleavage and the tight strings holding her bikini to her body. Natasha and Helena exchanged glances, both smirking. Natasha rested a hand on the top of right breast. Jeff watched her thin fingers playfully fluttering and brushing her exposed cleavage. He felt his dick pressing against his swim trunks and adjusted his t-shirt to try to hide himself, but the two women again exchanged glances with each other and his rising excitement with devilish smiles.

“Breakfast?” Natasha snapped with her other hand. Jeff quickly drew himself to attention.

“Uhh, yeah! I came over hoping to swim in the pool. But yes, please whatever you are having” Jeff responded.

“I am going to go clean up. ‘Tasha, dear, why don’t you take our guest in the kitchen with you while I shower…” Helena turned and headed for the stairs. Before Jeff could stare at her leave, Natasha grabbed his hand and tugged him behind to the kitchen. From here he could watch her g-string in the crack of her ass. The bikini bottom was incredibly small, covering nothing as it dove between her deep crevasse of flesh.

“I am sure we will have *something* to please your appetite. Then maybe a little swim…” Natasha said playfully. He followed her though a door to the kitchen. There, she led him to a chair sitting at the island in the middle, next to the refrigerator. He plopped down on the stool and watched as Natasha looked at him as he opened the fridge. As the door opened the cold air hit her hot skin. Her hand held the door, while the other brushed her goose-bumped body, her nipples began to stand erect. Her breasts were a bit smaller and pointier than Helena’s round heavy pair.

“I *love* cooking. Eating is maybe one of my favorite things to do… We have eggs and sausage… milk and cereal… fruit…” she started leaning into the fridge. Eventually leaning past the door, bending over more and more as she listed items. Jeff watched, unable to respond.

“I think I want some grapefruit and eggs with toast. How about you?” Natasha said, but Jeff was busy looking at her ass to notice. From where he stood, he could see the wrinkles of her asshole to the side of g-string as she bent over in the fridge. His member stood at attention. She craned her neck and looked at Jeff.

“Hello? Anything sound good? Why don’t you come over here and have a look.”

Jeff hopped up, did his best to obscure his hard cock and stepped behind her nearly naked ass. His hands wanted to grab and squeeze and probe, but he just stood a few inches behind her. She looked at him with a coy smile. She continued rummaging in the fridge, and as she opened a drawer full of food, she stepped back into Jeff. Her ass gently grazed his now throbbing member.

*Oof. I could do this every day* Jeff thought.

“Whoops, excuse me,” she said as she playfully adjusted her bikini bottom, running a hand across her cheeks, pulling the string into a new position. Jeff broke his attention on her to look in the fridge. After a moment-

“Yeah, eggs and toast sound fine to me.”

“Great!” Her ass wiggled into his crotch slightly as she grabbed the eggs and bread, stepped back, shut the door with her firm thigh and skipped to stove.

“So how long have you lived next door?” Natasha asked. Jeff stared at her as she opened a cabinet under the counter and bent over at the waist, her eyes never leaving his. She almost dared him to look at her ass on full display. He saw her biting her bottom lip slightly as she pulled a pan out for cooking.

“My whole life.” Jeff said. “So you moved here with your… mother?”

“Yes, from up north and now we settled here. I really like it. Quiet, secluded… private… I can do whatever I please… beautiful summer… and it just began!”

“I am sorry to ask, but is she-”

“My mother?” Natasha turned to him, a hand over her cleavage, a finger playing with the fabric of her bikini. Apparently not feeling her puffy nipple poking out almost completely from her top. “Yes, sort of. She is my former step-mother, but I never knew my real mother. My father died some years back. His will takes care of us, and we take care of each other….”

“I can see that” Jeff said, his eyes now wandering the room as well as her figure. He peered intently at another painting on the wall next to him, a woman on a bed, her legs opened toward the viewer, a hand deep in her sex.

“Yes, we do collect a great deal of art… Helena has a great eye… We like having much to look at.” She said. Jeff looked at her. He saw her staring at him, one eyebrow raised, one corner of her mouth turned up in a smile. She swerved her shoulders slightly, pressing her big tits together and giving them a slight jiggle. He looked right at them. She saw him look and smiled wider.

“Maybe later you could show me your favorite pieces?” Jeff asked, fishing for any excuse to let his eyes dance around. She turned back to the pan.

“Definitely, I would love to!” She said, cracking one egg after another. She put several slices of bread in the toaster started it. She reached into a cupboard and drew out three plates.

Jeff and Natasha chatted about the beginning of summer, their plans for the near future. Natasha and Helena apparently chose the house for its seclusion from any major city as space to find comfort and quiet.

“Thank you for cooking Tasha, my sweet!” Helena’s voice surprised Jeff, and he turned to look over his shoulder at the blonde. She stood in the doorway wearing deep cut sun dress, brazenly displaying her full cleavage, the fabric looked like it hung from her nipples, her breasts exposed out the open sides. It was tied behind her neck with a bow. The pink and teal floral patterned dress only extended to just a few inches below the tops of her golden thighs and clung tight to her curvaceous figure. She walked up to Jeff sitting on the stool.

“Ok, now I can hug you, cutie,” Helena said as she stood next to Jeff and wrapped her arms around his neck, her figure standing tall over him seated. She embraced him, pushing her enormous breasts into the side of his face. He could feel her nipple pressing against his cheek next to his mouth.

“Oops, didn’t mean to smother you!” She giggled, her eyes fiercely looking at him and down at his shorts.

She moved across the room to the fridge and opened it. She looked to see that Jeff saw her, then still looking him in the eye, squatted down and began rummaging in for something. Jeff caught a glimpse of the bottom of her ass but could not tell if she wore anything underneath. Jeff felt like he was going to lose control and ejaculate in his trunks.

“Mimosa for our guest?” Helena said, holding a bottle of champagne and a jug of orange juice. “I know I want one… How about you Tash? Seems appropriate!”

“Hmmm, yes please, Nana.” Natasha smiled at Jeff.

“I would drink one if you are offering” Jeff said. He watched Helena retrieve three flutes from a cupboard. He watched her struggle unwrapping the cork of the bottle. Then she grabbed firmly the cork and pulled it out. Foamy liquid sprayed out and splashed in between her round tits and down her dress.

“Oops, how did this happen?” Helena said, putting the bottle on the counter before using her hands to wipe her wet tits. She grabbed a dishtowel and began dabbing at her chest and dress. He watched with mouth open her smooshing her breasts as she attempted to clean herself off. The thin fabric only just covered her, and he enjoyed the show. She caught him gawking and gave him a small wave with her fingers. He stared dumbfounded until the toaster surprise the two of them.

Helena then poured three glasses of champagne and filled them each with orange juice. Natasha finished the eggs and put them on plates with the buttered toast.

“So are you going anywhere for the summer?” Helena asked, handing him the mimosa.

“No… I don’t know…” Jeff said. “Felt like taking it easy this summer. My parents always go to the lake and some beach somewhere. They don’t know how to take it easy. They put too much order in their relaxation, but I want to play by ear, see what comes up.”

“That sounds good.” Helena said as she sat next to him on another stool. Natasha handed him a plate of food, serving it to him with a good look at her ample chest. He watched her thin black eyebrows wag at him.

*How did I ever get so lucky* he thought to himself.

Natasha sat on the other side of him as the three ate briefly. Carrying their glasses and continuing to drink, the three wandered into the next room overlooking the pool.

“As you know we have a pool,” Helena said. “Your father must have told you that as you came for a swim, right? Natasha would you pretty please refill my glass?” She handed Natasha her glass and watched her step back in the kitchen before grabbing Jeff by the arm.

“Your father also told me that your house has only a few windows that can see ours?” She said playfully. “See anything fun yet?”

Jeff blushed. She obviously noticed and seemed to get a thrill from it.

“Hey, you are always welcome to come over and swim, even when we are not here. You seem sweet enough, and we don’t know anyone around here,” Helena said to Jeff. His mind racing at the thought of sneaking through the house without them knowing. Then she gave him a peck on the cheek and trailed off down the hall “Are you going to show our neighbor around?”

Helena took her glass from Natasha, and Natasha rejoined Jeff. Helena sat down in the large sitting room next to the pool and pulled out a book.

Natasha grabbed him by the wrist and led him into another hallway. Paintings covered much of the walls with tables and displays full of curiosities. She led him to another room full of taxidermy animals. The collection began to dizzy him. So much to look at between the many weird objects and art to the amazing pale raven-haired girl leading through wearing almost nothing. She periodically looked over her shoulder to see he was still watching her wagging hips.

“So can you really see the pool from your room?” She asked as they entered another room, her arm tugging Jeff by the wrist. He blushed and tried to speak but could not find any words. “Do you look out your window at all?”

Before he could say anything she stopped in the middle of a huge, two-storied room full of books and sculptures. Everywhere he looked he saw old, leather bound books with ornate gilded lettering to books completely worn grey with age. The sculptures depicted wild acts of sex and violence. A few large windows divided the massive room.

She stood in front of an old, worn-with-age but in excellent condition, dark grey marble sculpture of a seated figure holding one hand up. It had horns and an erect penis. She looked Jeff up and down while she drink quickly the remainder of her champagne.

“I like this one” Natasha said grinning, pulling his shirt up revealing his flat stomach to her. Jeff froze in disbelief. “Shhh. She can *not* know.”

Holding his trunks elastic, she pulled herself close to him the palm of her hand petting his abs, brushing the tip of his member, straining to get free in his shorts. She set her glass on a table then still holding his waistband, squatted down in front of him, pulling his shorts down, and he watched in awe as his cock bounced on to her face. He liked looking down at her amazing pale boobs.

“Oh my God. Fuck.” He groaned.

“Shhh… God won’t save you…” She whispered before her soft pink lips started kissing his shaft up and down. “You must behave or else.”

He nodded. She looked up at him as she opened her mouth wide and began bath his cock with her tongue, giggling and slapping his long hard dick against her lips. After shining him with her lips and tongue, his veins bulging on his member, she started putting it on her tongue in her mouth, then wrapped her lips tightly around him and swallowed as deep as she could.

“Holy shit-” he said.

She pulled his cock from her mouth and held her finger to her spit-lined lips and shushed him.

“You are going to get me in trouble!” She smiled and dove down his dick again, her breasts swaying and bouncing as her head bounced deep on his cock.

Jeff could not take it and felt a tingling.

“You are going to make me cum,” he whispered.

Removing his cock with a loud slurp, “Be a good boy and cum for me then!” She then engulfed his member to the hilt and cupped his balls with one hand and held him steady by his butt cheek with the other. He looked down, placed his hands on her shoulders, saw her pink lips at the base of his cock and exploded in her throat. He squeezed her as he felt gush after gush splashing directly in the back of her throat. She seemed to really enjoy gulping him down. He heard her moan a little as her eyes watered.

She continued going all the way up and all the way down, milking him for every drop.

After a minute, she dropped his still throbbing dick out of her mouth and gasped for air. She stood up and dusted her tits, smiling at him, and then she pulled his shorts back up, stuffing his cock and balls back in his trunks.

“Thanks” Jeff murmured. He felt completely spent. He felt like he might pass out but regained his composure.

“Ha… Remember: do not tell her, or no more!” She playfully swatted his hand away from grabbing her. “Pool? Maybe you can rub some lotion all over me, since you were such a good boy.”

She led him back toward the sitting room and pool area, and he hypnotically watched her luscious ass sway back and forth walking through the house.

As the two entered the large sitting room, Helena looked up at them from her book, she had a curious look on her face.

“Get a good look around? We do like to collect, as you might have noticed.”

The two walked out to the pool.

Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/6xq5pr/peeping_neighbor_part_2_mff_voy_exhib_oral