Spying on my Teenage Neighbor [Mf] [Voyeur] [Enf] [First Person]

I’m not proud of this, but it happened. I need to get it off my chest. Names have been changed for obvious reasons. It went down a little something like this.

I settled into my reclining sofa and cracked an ice cold beer. It was an unseasonably warm May afternoon, and the sun was at its peak in the clear blue sky, scorching everything that was under its glare. The thermostat read a blistering 81 degrees. I was about to flick on the TV when I heard a knock on my front door. I sighed and rose to answer it.

“Hi, Mr. Peterson!”

A nubile young girl with sandy blonde hair stood before me, wearing a bright pink bikini top and a pair of daisy dukes, unbuttoned to reveal the matching bottoms. I did a double take. Who was this pretty young thing? And how did she know my name?

“I’m trying to earn some money for the summer and I saw that your car could use a little wash. Mind if I take care of that for you?” the girl beamed at me with bright blue eyes and a charming smile.

Then it hit me. It was Mia, the Henderson’s teenage daughter from across the street. She had been off at her first year of college, and she must have just returned home. My, what that year had done for her. She used to be a cute little girl; I had remembered seeing her around the block before she went off to school. Pretty, but undeniably just a kid. Now, as I looked her over, she had filled out in all the right places, and she had a flirty little edge to her that was never there before. She fully embodied my long running girl next door fantasy.

“Ah, Mia, welcome home from school! I hardly recognized you. Hope your studies went well. Of course you can give my car a good wash, it’s long overdue. How does $20 sound?”

“Perfect! And yeah, my year went really really well. I finished near the top of my class. I had to work really really hard and stay up really really…”

She continued on but I didn’t hear a word that she said. My eyes had drifted down from her face following the beads of sweat that were starting to form on her collarbone, before descending and disappearing into her ample cleavage. Her bikini top must have been left over from before she went away, as it was a size too small and just barely holding everything in place. It looked like it could pop right off at any moment.

“Mr. Peterson..?”

I snapped out of it and sheepishly met her eyes, realizing I had just been caught in the act.

“Ah.. Ahem, yes, yes, good for you. And please, call me Bill. I feel like an old man when you call me Mr. Peterson.”

Mia smirked. “Sure thing, Bill!”

She turned around and bent over, reaching down for her bucket of soapy water. Her shorts rode halfway up her peachy ass. I sighed and went back to my cold beer.

I turned on the TV and started flicking through the channels, hoping to find something mind numbing to relax to. I settled on some sports highlights and sipped on my beer. As the announcers chatted away I just couldn’t get his mind off of Mia. Fuck, she was looking good. I thought of the beads of sweat dripping down her tanned, toned body, and then began imagining what she was doing to my car. 5 minutes went by and I was getting restless. I had to go see her with my own eyes.

I rose from my chair and walked over to the kitchen, where the window had the best view of my driveway. Beer in hand, I stood just in front of the sink and peered outside. There she was, not 25 feet away from me, scrubbing my decade old sedan, given the tough task of trying to make it look presentable. I sighed. Why couldn’t I have had a speedy looking sportscar? That old beater was no way to impress an 18 year old.

Mia continued washing as I looked on. I sipped on my beer and watched her perky tits bounce up and down in rhythm with her motions. It was like watching an 80s sex comedy unfold before my eyes. Hmm… That gave me an idea. I hustled into my bedroom and returned with the HD video camera my wife had gotten me last Christmas. She was away at her sister’s house for the weekend.

I flipped open the viewfinder and turned on the power. The thumbnails that appeared on the screen were all videos of my wife at family gatherings. I sighed. What was I doing. I looked up and saw Mia slide off her denim shorts, revealing her perfectly round little ass in those pink bikini bottoms. She might as well have been wearing a thong the way they disappeared into her cheeks. Jesus. I looked back down at his camera and pressed record.

I rose the camera up to eye level and began shooting. The quality was crystal clear. I chuckled and silently thanked my wife for splurging on me. I steadied my hand and fixated on my target. Mia was bent over with her ass sticking up in the air, reaching down to clean his hubcap. I zoomed in until I could make out the stitching on her bikini. The tiny fabric was swallowed up before reappearing to hug tightly on to her barely legal pussy. It appeared to be shaved.

Mia stood up and went back to scrubbing the windows. She looked like a swimsuit model with her long legs and taut stomach, her soapy wet body glistening under the mid-afternoon sun. I continued collecting my footage. Mia turned her body in his direction and began tackling the driver’s side mirror. I zoomed in on her camel toe. I could clearly make out the outline of her pussy lips. She was definitely shaved. I rose the camera up her tight tummy and settled on her glorious pair. They looked to be bigger than my wife’s, and she was a C cup, but perhaps they were just younger and livelier.

I took it all in. Mia’s bikini top covered maybe 1/5 of her breasts, leaving very little to the imagination. There must have been a tough spot on the mirror because Mia was scrubbing harder than I had seen all day. Her shapely tits bounced around like beach balls in the sun and her bikini struggled mightily to keep up. Finally it was too much, and her top slid to the side revealing her 18 year old breasts in all their glory. I watched in awe as Mia’s hard nipples became exposed to the warm spring air. Mia seemed to be oblivious and kept scrubbing away. Her tits were fucking amazing. Even when my wife was young and pretty, her’s had nothing on what Mia had going for her. Mia stopped scrubbing and her chest seemed to defy gravity as it stopped bouncing around, staying as perky as when her top had still been intact.

Mia reached for her bikini and adjusted herself, covering up. I checked that the red record light was still on and smiled. Those puppies may be back under wraps now, but I had the power to bring them back out whenever I wanted. I rose the camera up from her tits and to her face. I gulped. Mia was looking directly into the lens. I turned bright red and quickly dropped the camera to the counter. I turned and walked back to the living room with my half full beer and semi hard cock. I sat back down in my chair and just wanted to sink all the way into it. I was so humiliated. How could I face this girl again? I still hadn’t even payed her for the job. Then there was a knock at the door.

I’ll continue this if enough people want to hear what else happened. And yes I know I’m a terrible person I just had to tell someone.

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