Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. <HTML> <HEAD><FONT COLOR="#2F00DE" LINK="#FF8642" FACE="Arial,Helvetica,Univers,Zurich BT"> <TITLE>The Writings of Wyera</TITLE> <META NAME="GENERATOR" CONTENT="Mozilla/3.0Gold (Win95; U) [Netscape]"> </HEAD> <BODY> <br><CENTER><B>Watching<BR> Chapter I</b></CENTER> <BR> <BR> <BR> <br> <BR><BLOCKQUOTE><BLOCKQUOTE> <BR><P> I sighed as I threw my jacket down on my bed. Another day of work finished. I wasn't sure what the whole rat-race was for anymore; just earning a little cash during the summer wasn't enough either. I pulled off my shoes and walked over to the desk to turn on the computer. Glancing up, I saw that light was spilling out of the window next door. The neighbours had a daughter I knew, but I had never met her. She was a few years older then I was and lived somewhere downtown. Or used to anyway. I guessed she was now back at home. I saw motion and hurriedly glanced back down. Realizing my lights were off and I couldn't be seen, I snuck another glance. She was a bit tall with long dark hair. She was moving books around from one place to another. Hmm, cute face; nice body. The t-shirt and sweats showed enough figure for me to know I liked it. Just as I was about to turn around and watch television, I realized that she had climbed onto her bed (right by the window) and was... I shook my head, not believing what I was seeing. She was slowly running her hands over her breasts. I felt my cock stirring in my jeans. What kind of crazy chick did that?</p> <p>I stood motionless in my window, watching her grasp and rub her small breasts, her eyes closed in what was certainly pleasure. I felt my cock stiffen even more as she rubbed her thumbs over her nipples. I could easily see them harden through the thin material of her t-shirt. I froze again as she moved, sure she saw me and would be angrily closing the blinds, but no, she was just removing her sweat pants. I felt my breathing quicken and absently rubbed my right hand over the bulge in my jeans. I tried not to think about how far this would go, but my cock head was tingling with excitement. My breathing fluttered as I watched her run her fingers over her crotch. Hot, very hot. I had just about decided I should probably be going when she took off the t-shirt and tossed it aside. I groaned, grasping my shaft through my jeans. No way was I leaving now, not after being presented with such nice breasts. I unbuttoned my jeans and lifted my cock out. My hand got sticky with the pre-cum which I wiped off, jerking slightly at the pleasure of feeling flash on my swollen head. She then slid her panties over her hips and kicked them aside. I grew harder as I saw the thin line of pubic hair above her slit. She pinched a nipple with one hand and slowly ran a finger up and down her pussy lips with the other, standing on her knees. I let my jeans fall off my hips and stepped out of them, breathing hard, trying not to move at all. I slid off my underwear and grasped my shaft, revelling in the bump-bump of the pulse I could feel there. She shifted again and I froze, sure of being caught, but she was just moving to arrange things better. I watched as she licked her finger and thrust it into her pussy over and over. My right hand was now stroking my cock, sliding over the shaft and slicking up over the head. I could feel a throbbing deep within, the pleasure was building. She then took her wet finger and pushed it into her anus, throwing back her head as she did so. Pumping harder, she ran one finger over her clit while the other fucked her own ass. I was grasping my shaft with my left hand now, squeezing gently while the right palmed up and down and over the oh-so-sensitive (and wet) head, feeling my balls flutter, feeling the pleasure mount. My hips jerked, the head swelling with each spasm as she shrieked soundlessly and rubbed her clit. I felt my own pleasure mounting till suddenly I gasped myself and felt the uncontrollable grasping. Grunting, I felt the pleasure shoot out over my limbs, the hot torrid pulsing in my cock. Then the cum was shooting out, over and over. The next day, I found a sealed envelope taped to my window. The paper within merely said, "Nice Cock".</p> <BR> <BR><center>* * * * * * * * *</center> <BR> <P>"Imagine! The nerve of that jerk next door! How dare he get off watching me masturbate?! God. Course, I did get to see that cock of his. Mmm, I knew he had a good package hiding in those pants."</p> <p>Dropping her purse to her bed, she turned and saw the person in question. He'd beaten her home today and was standing right in front of the window in his room. The light was completely on, she couldn't have missed him. As she looked him over, he started to stroke his cock. His fist loose around it as it started to pump. He was angled so he could have seen her in her room if the light was on, but none of the other neighbours could see him. Even from here she could see that his cock was damned near purple and rock hard. It literally bulged out of his fingers as he moved his hand over it. Excited, she stripped. Down and dirty, no playing this time, just got the clothes off and sat on the edge of her bed and started to finger her pussy. Her eyes were riveted on her neighbour. Watching his hand as it slid over his shaft - up and down that length; the foreskin sliding over the head and down again. His thumb would rub over his head, smearing the pre-cum. Mimicking the speed of his hand, her fingers fucked her pussy. Watching him was turning her on more than her own fantasies or any of the men she'd been with had.</P> <p>Then, inspired, she grabbed a pair of shorts and a t-shirt, pulled them on and went outside. Running across the back lawn, all but flying to his house and hopping the fence into his yard. You're out in the open, but you still strip off the clothes anyway and hop up on the picnic table. It's in the middle of the yard, he's going to see you, but it makes cumming that much hotter. You lean back a little, your ass hanging off the edge of the table and you start thrusting two fingers in your pussy. It's so wet and hot it feels like it could almost burn your skin as you watch him. His one hand squeezing his balls and the other pumping his cock faster now. He's still standing near the window and finally turns and sees you outside. You can see his face and you know he's moaning. You know that his cock aches and tingles now, just from the sight of you fingering your own pussy. He moves closer, almost pressed against the window as he strokes. You can see his cock clearly now, its twitching with the pulse and you know he's close.</p> <p>You throw your head back and moan, curling your fingers inside yourself, you stroke harder. One hand bracing you on the table the other buried in your pussy. Three fingers sliding in and out of you now as your thumb torments your clit. You can feel your own nipples harden and you know you're going to cum soon. You open your eyes and look up, moaning and whimpering on his table as you cum. The whole table shakes as you buck and writhe from the pleasure. Shaking, you slowly start to pull yourself together and you look up again. Just in time, for it's then that his face takes on the look of sheer ecstasy and you watch his whole body go rigid for a moment. Then, you can see it, his cock spasms. The throbbing must be intense because you can see it jerking in his hand. Then his mouth opens and you can hear the muffled shout from inside as he cums. His cock spewing semen all over his hand and even on to the window as he cums, it's that hard. You smile softly and then start! A car door slams out front and you see his head whip around. Making a dash, you start across the lawn, pulling your shirt and shorts as you go. You barely make it back into your yard and when you do, you laugh and head back upstairs. Shortly before bed, you move to draw your curtains and notice an envelope taped to your window. "Nice pussy. Bring it by again sometime"</p>