Welcome To The Neighborhood

Kassidy was no stranger to taking risks in her sexual pleasures, she thought of herself as quite the exhibitionist when the right mood struck. However, since moving into the new house, there wasn’t much of a reason to be concerned with anyone seeing her through the window in the bathroom. Turned out, the gentleman next door had been relocated by his family so they might take care of him better and keep an eye on him in his old age. The “FOR SALE” sign went up, making that at least three on their street since they’d bought theirs, so just like every other house that hadn’t sold yet, she assumed it would be up for a while.

A small add-on bathroom in Kassidy’s bedroom was located on the side of the house and included a rather large window that exposed nearly every square inch. In fact, if the fence wasn’t separating the two “humble abodes” any inhabitant could look through their own window across the void and see far more than they’d bargained for. In light of this discovery soon after moving in and getting settled, as Kassidy would open the window to vent the heat and steam that would accumulate during her showers, she’d fantasize the man who used to occupy the House still lived next door and that she was providing him his own private show. Today was no exception, Kassidy slowly removed her clothing and examined her body in the mirror while the water warmed to the perfect temperature. She ran her fingers over her stomach and back up to her breasts, paying extra attention to her nipples as they began pulsing, nearly begging, to be pinched and pulled. She imagined the man watching her, his cock growing hungry, as she teased him to no end. She slid her hand between her legs and grazed her pussy feeling nothing but heat and her own hungry need evidenced by the slick wetness on her fingers. As her quick fantasy washed over her, she remembered her day was full of errands that couldn’t be postponed any longer. She quickly made her way into the shower and decided she’d have plenty of opportunity any other day to get lost in her fantasy. She didn’t even allow time to tease herself with the shower head as she didn’t trust in her own ability to not let her fall further behind in her schedule, again reminding herself that the showerhead wasn’t going anywhere.

To Kassidy’s surprise and slight pleasure with what felt like no time at all, the “FOR SALE” sign had a “SOLD” adhered to itself and not even two days later it disappeared from the yard completely. Kassidy wondered to herself if her new neighbor might enjoy the private shows she gave, or if the person(s) moving in would even be appropriate to tease. She despised the idea of living next door to some snotty kids that made way to much noise and “lost the ball over the fence” every day. But speak of the devil, to her satisfaction, she became acquainted with the new neighbor shortly thereafter and was pleased that it was not a family with children in tow but an older man around what she would guess was her father’s age. He introduced himself as Paul and explained he was excited to acquire a “fixer upper” at such a nice price and that he wouldn’t actually be moving in until it was livable but that he’d be around often until then, working on things and overseeing the other men he’d hired for help with the property.

Of course the noise that was created by his working on the house wasn’t the best morning soundtrack, however, Kassidy welcomed the noise as proof of a new opportunity to actually seduce her neighbor rather than just fantasize about it. On Kassidy’s way out, Paul caught her, asking about the fence line and mentioning his wanting to replace it, making it taller so that no one could see him ”traipsing through the house or even cooking naked. Kassidy giggled and said that she’d been looking to replace it herself but couldn’t get a hold of the old owners and therefore put it off until later. He exclaimed that he was happy to do it on his own even if they both would benefit. Kassidy thanked him, not realizing how long the fence would actually be down and remembering the window that starred like an open eye into the very bathroom she used as a center stage. This realization slammed into her consciousness the first time she stepped out of the shower the very next day as she was acquainted with no fence and a perfect view into one of the many spaces in Paul’s house. Surely he had peeked into her house, right? Out of simple curiosity or perhaps he was a voyeur and couldn’t help himself.

Over the next few days, Kassidy caught herself lingering in the bathroom much longer than she needed in order to see what was going on next door. Paul had been staying later and later in the evenings and working on nearly every minute piece of the house he could get his hands on. To Kassidy’s surprise, she began enjoying the sounds of his hard labor next door as she’d grown lonely on the street full of houses for sale or neighbors who barely waved let alone actually talk to one another. Kassidy had to work late the night before and decided working from home today would benefit her immensely. She slept in for the first time that she could remember in ages but was woken up from the noise next door. She groaned and for a few seconds hated Paul but then decided she needed to wake up before the day slipped out of her hands. She went into the restroom and splashed water on her face and decided to open the window for the natural light and the nice breeze she anticipated after watching the news before bed the night before. She noticed Paul and saw that he wasn’t wearing a shirt, showing off his body that was better looking than she’d expected. He wiped his brow with his forearm and took a second to catch his breath as he looked outside. Kassidy caught his attention and they made eye contact.

She smiled which caught him off guard as he began to realize her stark naked body on full display for him. She tucked her hair behind her ear and bit her lip. Her hand slowly slid from her ear over her neck and to her breasts. She caressed them while maintaining eye contact with Paul and slowly trailed her other hand down over her stomach between her legs. Paul’s interest was piqued and it even seemed as though he tried moving on his toes in hopes to peer over the inches of house to see where Kassidy’s hand had disappeared to. Kassidy’s breath caught as she discovered her clit and how even the slightest stimulation felt crippling. Her arousal was apparent and left its mark on her fingers so she decided to let him watch as she tasted herself. Her fingers separated her lips and grazed her tongue. As her eyes opened, she allowed a devilish smile to form and she knew she had him, she owned him. He became paralyzed and watched as she pleasured herself wanting her to cum for him. She rubbed two fingers over her clit and then pushed them inside and worked her g-spot til she had to reach out and catch her balance on the windowsill. She looked him deep in the eyes and called out across the space between their home “Paul, please can I cum?” He simply nodded his head and watched as she instantly began to collapse into herself as the waves of pleasure coursed through every inch of her body. He never realized how satisfying it could be to have a woman ask for permission and then watch as her orgasm took hold of her entire being.

As Kassidy regained a bit of her composure she still felt the fire in every nerve ending of her skin. She bit her lip once more and thanked Paul. His response was simple and promising: “next time I make you cum.”

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