I’m feeling nostalgic on Valentine’s Day and want to share a story written collaboratively by myself and my kitten in the very beginning stages of our relationship, before we had even met. This is the second story we wrote, I hope you enjoy.
**GingerKittensSir:**
Even though it’s been a few months since you moved in to the house next door, it doesn’t seem like you have a boyfriend since you mostly stay around your home and don’t often have people over. We’ve made small talk a few times when we meet outside, but never spent time together. Lately you’ve been doing yard work in your skimpy summer clothes, and I’ve been unobtrusively watching you occasionally from my window. Seeing you get sweaty pushing the lawnmower, or bending over to pick weeds makes my body ache with desire for you, and more than once I’ve played with myself to relieve the pressure after you’ve gone back inside.
Today is another one of those days, and I’m getting all worked up watching you mow the lawn, rubbing the bulge in my pants through my jeans when you notice me in the window. I panic and step back out of sight, cursing at myself for having let you see me. I check on you again a few minutes later, and you glance towards my window a couple more times before finishing up and heading inside. I move to my bedroom to make myself cum while thinking about you, and glance out my bedroom window before laying down on the bed and see you’ve left the curtains open to your bathroom as you’re getting the shower ready. As the water heats up, you slowly strip out of your clothes, lifting your tank top over your head and stepping out of your shorts and panties, then open the glass door of the shower and step inside. I reach inside my pants and start stroking myself, already leaking precum, watching you rub the soapy loofah over your body. You remain in the water after you’ve finished soaping up, hands idly running up and down your body, then stopping between your legs. I can hardly believe it as your fingers move up and down over your clit and you squeeze one of your breasts, eyes closed, lips parted, and I stroke myself faster. In my excitement I bump the shades in my window right as you open your eyes and you see the movement. A slight smile crosses your lips, and you turn off the water and step out to dry off.
I can’t take my eyes off you as you slowly dry your body, then hang up your towel and into your bedroom. You lay down on your bed near the open window and resume playing with yourself as I moan with excitement and continue to slowly stroke myself, finally realizing that you know that I’m watching you and you don’t seem to mind….
**SirsGingerKitten:**
After months of being dragged through the mud in a messy divorce, I decided to celebrate my newly single status by buying my own house. I found a quiet neighborhood with a quaint little house that needed some yard work to really make it shine. I happily moved in and, for awhile, was content to work on my new place and get settled in. I noticed that the majority of the neighbors were families, with the exception of the guy next door. He was nice and good-looking, but I wasn’t looking to date anyone, so we continued to smile and nod and exchange pleasantries, but nothing further.
One day, I was out working on the yard as usual, I noticed a movement out of the corner of my eye. I catch a glimpse of you, standing there and rubbing your cock through your jeans, before you move quickly out of my sight. Blushing with embarrassment, I turn my focus back to the task in front of me. But, the monotonous action of mowing the lawn allows my mind to wander and I inevitably find myself thinking about you watching me…and the bulge in your pants. I’m acutely aware that it has been months since I have had sex and my raging hormones are latching on to the image of you like a drowning man clings to a lifeboat. I continue to glance at your window, embarrassed, but still hoping to catch you again.
After finishing the lawn, I pack up my tools and head inside. I decide to take a shower and , as I turn on the water, I notice that my bathroom window faces your bedroom window. On the off-chance that you might be there, I decide to leave the curtains open. I slowly pull off my clothes, hoping that you are watching as I strip down. My body is tingling at the thought of your gaze on me and I step into the warm water.
I soap up my loofah and begin to scrub the grass stains off of myself. I run the loofah over every inch of my body, feeling how turned on I am by pretending that you are watching me. After my body is clean, I stand there for a moment, letting the warm water cascade down. Still charged up from my fantasy of being watched, I begin to let my hands run over my body, eventually stopping at the cleft between my legs. I begin stroking my clit, running my middle finger up and down, occasionally giving it a playful flick. With my other hand, I squeeze my breast. I close my eyes and pretend that I am performing for you. My lips part as my breath starts to come faster.
A small noise makes me open my eyes and I see movement coming from your bedroom window. I smile at the idea that my fantasy is actually happening and languidly step out of the shower. I slowly and sensually dry myself off, knowing for certain that you are, in fact, watching me. I move to my bedroom and let the towel drop to the floor. Making sure that you can still see me from your bedroom window, I continue what I began in the shower….
**GingerKittensSir:**
This is too good to be true, I think to myself as you settle on your bed near the open window, your clean moist skin glowing in the sunlight. You spread your legs a bit while your hands caress your skin from your thighs up over your belly to cup your breasts and then back down between your legs. A finger slips inside your pussy and you arch your back slightly, then withdraw your finger and slide your hand up your belly again and I can see the wet trail of your sweet juices shining. My arousal makes me emboldened and I step more fully into frame in the window, unzipping my jeans and pushing them down my hips, my cock straining to get out of my boxers. I rub myself through my boxers as your hand makes it up to your mouth and you suck on your wet finger playfully and catch my eyes with yours, smiling briefly but then returning your attention to yourself. Your legs spread wider as you find your clit again and stroke it gently, occasionally dipping your finger down into your cunt to gather up the slick juices.
As I slip my boxers down over my raging erection, you look over and watch it pop free and stand out pointing directly at you, and smile approvingly as I sit down on the edge of my bed and take myself in my hand, slowly stroking myself while watching you. It is obvious that as much as we are enjoying performing in view of each other, we are primarily focused on pleasuring ourselves. Almost in lock-step our pace increases, you rubbing your clit faster while I stroke myself faster, pausing to smear the drips of precum around the head of my cock. As the pressure rises for both of us, I can see your breathing getting faster and you alternate between squeezing your thighs together on your hand and spreading them open wide to enter yourself with two fingers. My eyes are wide open drinking in the intoxicating sight of you pleasuring your gorgeous body, and when I hear your moans through the open window it pushes me close to the edge of unavoidable release….
**SirsGingerKitten:**
Abandoning all pretense, I stare boldly while you stroke your hard cock. Precum leaks from the tip of your member and I wonder what it tastes like. Your balls tighten as you get closer to orgasm and my pussy clenches in response. We continue to masturbate in rhythm – my fingers furiously rubbing my clit and your hand pumping your cock. My body is rising, demanding a release. You lick your lips and take deep shuddering breaths. We each watch the other, playing a game of chicken with our hormones…wordlessly daring the other one to cum first. I push myself closer and closer to the edge, not wanting to go over until I see your load bursting out of your cock, but unsure how long I can maintain this furious pace without losing control….
**GingerKittensSir:**
Your hot gaze locked on me so intently as you furiously rub your clit is all the coaxing I need to let myself go. I can’t help but cry out as my fast strokes on my hard cock become long slower deep strokes and ropes of my cum shoot out upwards and land on my stomach, hand and thighs. The sight of my eruption immediately pushes you over the edge and your moans become louder, and I watch your body writhe under your own touch as your orgasm rock through your body…
**SirsGingerKitten:**
Every muscle tensing, cries of pleasure are ripped from my throat as I convulse in the throes of my orgasm. Across the way, I watch as your body shudders and rocks in the spasms of your own release. My hands slow their furious movements and I lay back, enjoying the waves that are rippling through my body in the aftermath of my orgasm. I look over at you, watching your face and body as similar emotions happen to you. We both slowly begin to move, returning after our brief break with reality. I drink in the site of your body covered in your own cum. Our eyes lock and smiles light up both of our faces. Without breaking our mutual gaze, I rise from the bed, and close the curtains.
Good night, my sexy neighbor. ;)
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/45v009/our_collaborative_stories_neighbors