Authors: Emma Valentines
He felt an incredible relief, better than any time he had jerked himself off. It was better than any online pornography, which was the closest thing to sex to him. Being able to watch a real woman and fantasize about her was beyond belief. His hot new neighbor looked so perfect despite being in her forties, a little older than the woman he usually fantasized about, was a whole new experience.
Unable to let his thought of her, Jason carefully peaked through the window with his binoculars with a half solid cock in one hand. To his surprise, he saw her stripping off, giggling in the small room on the second floor which he suspected to be her bedroom. The magnifying power of his nerdy toy and the comfortable distance between his room and her wall gave him an arousing, clear perception of her actions.
Jason started to feel the tension in between his legs again, he had just came but the scene was mentally too much to handle. His body responded rapidly.
Jason watched in disbelief. He could see her clearer and she was stripping before him. He took the time to see her as a woman, not just a fantasy anymore. Despite her age, she was exceptionally beautiful. She had a young face, framed with a modern brunette mid back length hairstyle that exaggerated her cheekbones, clear brown eyes and full juicy lips. It was obvious that she took great care of her figure. She was trim without looking bony. Instead, she had those ripe seductive undeniable curves, difficult to hide behind her tank top. She swung her hands back to unhook her black lacy bra, the only strain on her ample breasts. Jason could feel his heart was beating so hard as if it wanted to jump out of his chest.
He scanned her trimmed body, feeling another attack of animalistic desire for this unreachable woman. She danced in the most seductive way as if she was with someone. And he was right. She had a guest, the lucky guest who she was putting a show on for. A few meters from her stood a tall, grey haired man with a big horny smile on his face, staring at her as if he was about to devour her entire body.
The, tall muscular middle aged body slowly moved toward her, grabbing her by his strong arms, lifting her up. The spontaneous chemistry between the two, observed from the synchronized rhythm the two lusty frames danced around each other, implied they were acquaintances rather than strangers. Jason would have fully thrown his mind back into the pornographic film she was the lead actress of and he was having his way with her. But the one thing that bothered him was the grey haired bastard was, in fact, someone he knew.
Her tight body clang on to his neck, leaned her lovely curves onto his chest, wrapped her long legs around his waist as he supported her weight with his enormous hands on her round bouncy ass. Her dark hairs flew around as he effortlessly positioned her for a deep passionate kiss. Their tongues locked in a sacred fight of lust and passion. Jason could almost hear their heavy breathing, sloppy kisses when he saw her chest heaving against his muscles, pressing the soft lump of gloves against his hairy body.
He imagined it was him who was holding her close, feeling the friction and the sparks when her body rocked against his.
The lucky man manipulated her to the soft bed, laid her naked figure down, and rested his weight on her hips. The tiny hands moved to his monstrous responsive crotch and worked around with the zipper on his pants. He was still fully clothed and hovering over her in the flesh suit.
The middle-aged man, on his knees, worked his lips and the coarse facial hair along her flat abs. Jason knew what the man was aiming for. His hands continuously fondled the big firm breasts when his face disappeared between her legs. Jason could only imagine the taste of that sweet pussy. He would have slurped every single drop of her love juice. He would have licked her whole day long just to feel her body respond to his skillful tongue. A couple of minutes later, the beautiful brunette arched her back up, her head tilted in the strangest way, her hands furiously grabbed the bed sheet and her legs quivered while his head was still buried between them. She looked like she was having a seizure, but then a few seconds later, she started laughing along with him. She must have reached her orgasm, the thing that Jason hoped to give her so badly some day.
Jason wished that she would wear nothing but a smile for him like that.
Pinned to the scene, Jason watched his neighbor as she picked herself up, fell on her knees, dripped a little spit on his cock as he laid there relaxed. He took advantage of her lust and let the beauty queen suck on his big shaft. The hot neighbor then slowly lowered her lips on the helmet of his penis, and gradually engulfed his shaft with her lovely pink lips. Jason squirmed with the thought of her warm moist lips wrapping around his own cock as he squeezed himself with his fingers. The woman struggled to fit everything in but it only went down her thrown a few inches more, leaving a handful of cock for her to play with both hands. The teenager had only thought that blowjobs were for porn and no one ever practiced that in real life. Boy, was he wrong.
To his utmost surprise, the familiar man was the principle of Manson Academy, his school. Jason knew that the principle was married, his daughter was in his class. He felt the turmoil in his stomach, struggling to fight between the high pleasure sensation he perceived and the confusion of the situation.
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Several weeks later, the teenage boy kept lurking around the window hoping that she would put on a show for him once again, but he had no luck with that. He even noticed Mike pointlessly winding up at his place more often. He must have wanted the same thing. His presence never annoyed him except for when he kept asking about the new neighbor. Jason felt bitter when he thought of his buddy jerking of to the woman of his dreams, perhaps it was jealousy. He had no right to own her, she hadn't even noticed him.
The excitement and hopeful anticipation of witnessing Mrs. neighbor brought him incredible joy throughout the entire summer. Even though he couldn't see her performance again, he got to see her beautiful face and that perfect body every now and then. It became his ritual to pay the respect to the wooden frame on his wall. His chest heaved, his breath labored, his palms sweated when he sat himself next to the window. The blooming heart withered when he didn't find her. The young boy dreamed that she became conscious of his existence and anxiety. His heart pounded when she turned toward the window, although it seemed like she would never recognize his gaze. She became the center of his obsession, his main attraction and his purpose for breathing. He felt in love and mesmerized.
Jason spent all day watching her when he didn't have to do chores or avoid Mike. She was his favorite book that he was committed to studying all the details about her routine he could remember. The newcomer didn't go to work yet,he only noticed that she dressed in rather fashionable yet respectable suits over lovely dark pencil skirts, embracing her beautiful rear nicely. She would leave her house every day around 1 pm and come back an hour after. Perhaps she was having interviews for a new job
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The first day of school began and he didn't want to leave his alter or leave her. Partly, he didn't want to look his principle in the eyes. The strange feeling, the jealousy would flood him that he might want to attack the older man. He was married, he had no right to touch his sweet angel.
He was bullied by the jocks like usual. Jason and Mike were not the most popular kids in the school, not exactly the castaways either though. They didn't fit in any particular group, but for some reason, Peter, the school quarterback, often picked on him. He was completely opposite of his famous sister, the former head cheerleader and the school's ambassador. Every guy in school fell for her, even Mike. She was blonde, tall, perky, with the brightest smile. He knew that he also inherited the exact same pool, leaving him with dirty blonde hair, deep dark blue eyes and slightly naturally tanned skin. He only hid the perfect specimen behind the thick square glass and baggy clothes. He loved games and science more than anything, Jason didn't chase any girl in class, causing his mom to sometimes worry about his gender selection. But Jason knew now that he was extremely attracted to women. Women, not girls.
"Hey, Jason, can you help me with homework?" a freckled red head junior approached him with a bubbly smile shining from meter away.
"Hmm, yeah sure." Jason only replied politely.
"Cool, can we do that after class?" her jolly personality interested him, he had never seen her before but she courageously reached for him, wearing the best clothes she could. Her short maroon tweed A line skirt barely covered her long legs, too short to wear to school. She had put on a revealing sleeveless pink T shirt that was too small for her perky breasts.
"Ah yeah, perhaps." His heart was already at home, he didn't want to waste anytime lingering anywhere else.
"Thanks a lot, the new teacher only gave us homework and she didn't teach anything yet." she pouted her glossy lips.
"Well she could be new to this,"
"Not really, I heard that she was a teacher in another school, but then she got caught smoking pod at school so she was fired and went to rehab! " she spoke softly, excited to share the secret gossip about the new teacher.
"Oh, how do you know that?"
"It's been rumored, Jason. She was very pretty though, doesn't look like pod smoker, very very beautiful. like a MILF. All the boys really paid attention in class." she giggled.
"Come on, she's your teacher." he brushed it off and wanted to get going.
Just when the perky ginger thought she was left alone with Jason, they accidentally walked into a woman as they turned the corner of the school's main building. Jason bumped into her soft ripen gloves that were protruding through the blue blouse. She blushed at his apology. The black respectable pencil skirt emphasized her sensual curves perfectly. The familiar smell hit his nose, it reminded him of the day he walked in front of the house and found her for the very first time. Her crimson hair was bundled behind her back looking active and professional. Although she had her hair dyed and hid her pretty long lash behind the glasses, he could recognize it was Mrs. neighbor.
"Good afternoon, Miss Greenfield." the ginger stuttered and recovered with quick greeting.
"Good afternoon. Tiffany, right?" the warmest smile painted on her face and the kindest deep blue eyes penetrated through the glasses.
"I'll be sure to hand the homework tomorrow." Tiffany said brightly. Jason only learned her name when it left the beautiful lips of Miss Greenfield. That was her name, the woman of his dream.
Tiffany tucked his arm suggesting that they should leave. Jason wanted to stay there, a feet away from her.
"That's the teacher I told you about. She's so pretty, you know, for an old lady."
Old? That's not the right word to describe her. Miss Greenfield was the epitome of perfection, the center of his universe, and the delight that spiced the boring world. He was disgusted by the shallowness of her trash talk over such a beautiful creature. Tiffany had confused the youth and beauty completely. She was full of youth, the waste and immaturity, everything opposite to the beauty queen.
The flash of her sweaty curves clinging on the silver haired man appeared in his mind again. She tilted her head back letting her brown hair hang freely while her arm struggled to hold on to his neck as he picked up his furious thrust. He could hear the splashing sound when their wet crotches collided with each other. She would look as perfect as then with her cherry red crimson hair.
Even for a second that Miss Greenfield occupied his thought, he was consumed with the lust so powerful that he wished he could tear her tight blue blouse apart, pop the tiny button that held her clothes and feel the lacy black bra underneath.
But Tiffany really pestered him and Miss Greenfield appeared to be in a hurry as well, so they parted there.
Jason was practically dragged to Tiffany's car, he thought the idea of getting into a non-license owner's car was a stupid idea, but he was incapable of thinking it through. Tiffany had offered him to drive to a coffee place nearby where they could study for the homework or so she said.
Tiffany decided to park not too far from school, away from everyone else. Jason was still paying the courtesy to the perfect fuel for his masturbation fantasies. By the time he realized that the car had stopped, Tiffany's glossy lips were already on his neck hungrily sucking the sensitive parts of his body. Jason had tried his best to resist her attack, but the hard on he had gotten from Miss Greenfield fantasy and the curious hand fumbling over his crotch sent him to the last boundary of restriction. Tiffany gave him no break and started pressing her soft moist lips onto his.
The inhibited lust overtook him, Jason kissed her back, their tongues engaged in a sinful dance of raging fire. Tiffany put both her hands to work on unbuckling his belt and got Jason's pants open. She reached into his brief to extract the throbbing solid tool. The young girl pumped his rod in her hand skillfully and lowered her head toward his cock. Jason squirmed and almost shrieked. The touch of another person on his private part felt so different from his own coarse palm, each stroke was so powerful that it could bring him to the most intense orgasm he had ever experienced.
Jason grabbed her head, holding it just couple of inches away from the tip of his cock. He felt her heavy hot breath over the sensitive part and that was enough to make him shiver. He wanted it so bad, but not with her. Jason longed for the touch of a real girl kissing his cock, like the magazine or any video he watched online.