The Neighbor

My neighbor. We’d barely said more than a few words to each other since he’d moved in some three months back, but that hadn’t stopped me from forming a serious obsession. I don’t even know why I was so infatuated with him. Was he handsome? Sure, but then lots of men are handsome. No, there was something different about Finn Jackson, and he filled my thoughts during the day and invaded my filthiest fantasies at night. Perhaps it was because he seemed so detached, unaffected by all my best efforts that would have worked their charms on most men. There was the day I pretended to lock myself out of my house when it was raining, and I asked if I could shelter with him while I waited for the locksmith. Not only did that cost me a pretty penny, but all I got for my efforts was a coffee and a few brief sentences. Then there was that hot day last week when he’d been out cutting his hedges and I decided to sunbathe topless in my yard. Not even a flicker. It all brought me to the sad conclusion that he just wasn’t into me.

You would think that would have brought me to my senses and stopped this crazy fixation, but no, if anything, it made it worse, much worse. I’d started to observe his daily habits; what time he left for work, what time he came home, what he did on weekends. I even kept a diary of his movements; it was complete madness.

Of course, because the weather was hot, we all had our windows open and our houses were pretty close together, so I’d worked out that when he got home from work in the evening, the first thing he did was take a shower. I’d been out watering my garden one afternoon and heard the water come on and then I heard him singing. Since that day my garden never went without water, even on the days it rained, but it wasn’t enough. Despite my visions of him in that shower running through my mind practically 24/7, I needed to see him for myself; I wanted to stand there in his bathroom and stare at his beauty through those steamed up doors.

Every day my obsession grew until one hot steamy afternoon I could stand it no longer. I came up with an excuse for me to be in his house and devised a ridiculous story that I could smell gas outside and I was worried he may have a gas leak. In my head, it didn’t sound ridiculous; it was perfect.

I waited until I heard the water run in his shower, and then I made my move. I casually walked to the front door and knocked very softly, knowing full well he wouldn’t hear it. Trying the handle of the door, I struck gold when I found he hadn’t bothered locking it. It was a friendly neighborhood and not unusual for doors to be unlocked. Closing the door quietly behind me, I slipped off my shoes, leaving them at the entrance. “Finn,” I whispered, “it’s Olivia. I can smell gas outside.” I wasn’t expecting a response, and the water continued to flow in the upstairs bathroom, just as I’d planned.

Placing my foot carefully on the first stair, I closed my eyes, telling myself for the millionth time that this was utter madness. He could call the police and have me arrested and then where would I be? Somehow it didn’t stop me from taking the rest of the stairs and the thought of naked Finn standing in that shower drove all reason from my head.

The door to the bathroom was slightly ajar when I got there, and I could hear the extractor fan running along with the running water. Finn wasn’t singing like he did sometimes, but I could hear noises of some sort. Hoping to God the door didn’t creak, I pushed on it gently and entered the steamy room. As I stood there allowing my eyes to adjust, the scent of his body wash and the heat of the room took my breath away for a moment. And then I saw him. His shower was a lot bigger than mine and probably could have fitted four guys, but the one I was interested in was as clear as day. Finn was braced against the back corner of his shower with his cock in hand, pumping wildly. His eyes were closed, and his head was back, but I could see he was muttering something. I felt guilty at disturbing this private moment, but he hadn’t noticed me, and I was mesmerized by what he was doing. Instinctively, my fingers found their way up under the skirt of my sundress and pushing aside my lace panties, I fingered my soaking wet pussy. I’d watched guys jacking off in porn, but it was nothing like this. This was raw and exciting, and it was all I could do to stay silent as I inserted first one finger and then two into my hot, wet hole, pumping in unison with Jake’s rhythm, trying to imagine it was his cock inside me and not my own hand.

My sundress was thin cotton, but it was still getting in the way of the pleasure that was building in my core, so I untied the straps and allowed it to fall silently to the floor, leaving me standing in Finn’s bathroom in a pair of white lace panties. By now they were soaked and pretty much useless, so I slid those down my legs and kicked them off to the side. There was a small bench against a wall that would still allow me a good view of what was going on in front of me, so I sat myself down, spreading my legs wide to give myself better access to my soaking folds. My rosy red nipples stood out like hard peaks, and I traced first one and then the other with one wet finger before pinching them hard.

Finn’s muttering was getting louder, and I was starting to make out what he was saying. “You’re so fucking beautiful, Olivia. Such a fucking tease. I’m gonna pound you so hard, baby.”

I gasped at the sound of my name and quickly put my hand over my mouth, but it was too late. It had been loud enough to alert Finn to the fact there was a crazy, naked woman in his bathroom, masturbating on his bench. His hand dropped away from his cock, and he stood upright, staring at me with his mouth open. I guess I should have closed my legs, but there didn’t seem any point at that stage. Although I was frozen to the spot, my fingers were still firmly lodged in my soaking pussy and my eyes were fixed on his beautiful cock.

He finally found his voice. “Olivia! What the fuck?”

The story about the gas leak seemed pointless at this point, so I went with the truth. “I snook into your house and, clearly, I’m a pervert. Sorry about that.”

He didn’t seem annoyed, more confused, but then his face broke into a smirk. Reaching up, he turned off the water and stood there in all his glory, the outline of his muscles wet from the shower, his cock still hard. “So, tell me Olivia. What exactly was your plan?”

The sordid details came out in a breathy rush, not helped by the fact that my index finger was still circling my clit. “I knew you were in the shower, and I wanted to see you because I like you, and when I walked in you were…. enjoying yourself.”

His smile grew wider. “Yes, I was enjoying myself, but what about you?” He pointed to my spread legs and my messy hand.

I extracted my fingers from my pussy and looked at the stretchy juices I’d collected, a little mesmerized. “Oh, I thought it was super hot, so I decided to enjoy myself too.”

“And you didn’t think I’d see you over there, jacking off?” I noticed that although he was talking to me, he’d started to stroke himself off again. It was wildly erotic, and my fingers returned to their previous position.

“Hmm,” I mumbled, trying to focus on the conversation but feeling the orgasm building. “I was being quiet until you, until you… Oh fuck, I’m getting close.”

“Until I said your name.” He finished my sentence quietly. “A man needs a muse, and you’re mine.”

“Me? Since when?” My finger halted its ministrations and hovered above my clit.

“Since the day I moved in. Do you remember?” I watched as he threw a towel on the floor and stepped out of the shower, his erect cock bobbing under its own weight. Of course, I remembered. I’d seen the moving truck arrive and peered out of the window all morning like some creepy stalker until I’d seen Finn pull up in his little sports car. I couldn’t wait five minutes before I was banging on his door to introduce myself. I watched as he carefully knelt between my open legs. “This okay? I wanted a better view.”

I nodded my consent before he grabbed my hand, the one that had been doing all the work. It was covered in pussy juices, and I must have smelled like pure desire. Keeping his eyes on mine, he took my fingers and drew them into his mouth, sucking them clean as if it was his last meal. It was the hottest thing I’d ever seen. Sitting back on his heels, he stared at my damp folds. “Mmm, delicious. That has to be the prettiest sight I’ve ever seen. Somehow, I knew you’d be waxed, all pretty and pink. It’s how I imagined you would be. Would you finish for me while I watch? I want to see you cum for me.”

“Will you kiss me?” It sounded a little feeble, but I really wanted his lips on mine.

“Olivia, I will devour you, but not just yet. I need you to cum for me first, please.”

He was slowly stroking his cock now, edging himself, but not in any hurry to cum. He wanted me to put on a show for him, and I was only too willing to oblige. I had just broken into his house, after all. Spreading my legs and leaning back a little, my fingers found their way back to my clit. If I was his muse, he was certainly mine.

Rolling my head back I closed my eyes, like I normally did when I was bringing myself off, but he wasn’t happy with this arrangement. “No, I want you to look at me when you cum. I want to see that moment you go over the edge. I’ve imagined it so many times, now I want to see it for myself.”

It was hard to believe what I’d been saying to me. All that time I’d been stalking him like a creepy perv, he’d been thinking about me getting off. Following his instructions, I stared into his eyes which was both distracting and inciting and I felt like I could ignite from the heat that was staring back at me. I no longer wanted it to be my fingers exploring my body, I wanted it to be his. His fingers. His delicious cock. The thought of taking him in my mouth was driving me crazy, but I knew I had to finish first.

He seemed to sense I was struggling so he shuffled slightly closer. “Listen to me Olivia,” his tone was soft, but his voice was raspy. “Let me tell you what I think about when I’m lying in my bed at night. I think about you, and I know you’re only a few yards away from me. I imagine what your bedroom might look like but best of all I wonder what you’re wearing. I’m thinking maybe a little tank and a pair of lace panties.”

I hadn’t realized I’d been playing a starring role in his fantasies and the thought of that spurred me on. I listened to the honey tones of his voice and my fingers echoed the words he was using. “I think about you sliding your hand deep inside those panties and finding your pussy dripping wet, like a ripe fig with all the juices running over your fingers, and then I think about those fingers going deep inside, fucking yourself as you think about me.”

I groaned, plunging first one finger and then a second inside, pumping them as if it was his cock, but knowing it was a poor substitution. “I want you,” I moaned, my voice needy and whiny.

He chuckled as if that pleased him. “I know you do, babe, but do this for me first. I want to watch what’s been keeping me awake at night. When you’re done, you’ll cum again on my tongue and then with me buried deep inside you. I’m gonna fuck you so good, Olivia.”

Those last words tipped me over the edge, and I screamed his name as my fingers made maddening circles over my sensitive nub. The orgasm hit me hard, starting low in my core and spreading out through my legs, leaving electrical charges zinging through my body like lightning strikes. Beads of sweat had broken out on my brow and my breasts were flushed with heat. “Holy fuck,” I whispered.

“Yeah, holy fuck,” he responded. He continued to stare at me for a beat, his face unreadable, and then he moved, pulling me into his arms and crushing the breath out of me. “That was perfect. So fucking beautiful.” Rising up he pulled me up with him and continued to hold me, which was just as well because my legs had turned to Jello. Holding my face in his hands, he smoothed his thumbs over my cheeks, his face lit with a cheeky grin. “You wanna fuck now, Olivia?”

“Yeah. I wanna fuck.”