HE DOESN'T NOT KNOW HE'S MY LOVER

HE DOES NOT KNOW HE'S MY LOVER

Today and tonight, I was alone, and the children were off to sleepovers at their friends.

First thing this morning, I was wide awake from a dream I had about my new neighbor. My heart was still fluttering from seeing him from the window. I spent the night playing with a new toy that arrived yesterday. My mind could not get over how hot my new neighbor across the street is. His body and the tight jeans he wore as he worked in his yard are burned into my mind. His abs and butt SOOO tight!

Watching my new neighbor distracted my mind. He had made me so horny and wet as I played with my toy watching him the day before.

He seemed right out of a movie. As he worked in his yard, it was so hot to see his tight jeans pulled tight over his ass, which accentuated his huge bulge in front. His biceps and abs were bulging under his white t-shirt as he was worked in his yard.

My p***y was moist as I teased it under the sheets. I slipped out of bed and put on my robe. Coffee time and time to gather my thoughts. Questions filled my head. What was his name, what did he like, and where had he moved from? I needed to know more. No, I had to know more. Was he alone? Did he have a girlfriend? Wishful thinking, he might even like an older woman. Well, not that much older, smugly I say to myself. Who cares, I have been lonely for so long. How could I welcome him to the neighborhood without seeming too forward? Would he be able to see the overwhelming lust I had for him? My p***y was becoming so wet as all these thoughts took over.

I sipped my coffee and mindlessly watched the news on TV. I needed a plan; I had no idea about him at all. Our street is short and private. How did I miss him moving in? Wow, I must have been such a recluse and busy. We seem to know everyone in our little world up in the valley. I did not even welcome him to the neighborhood when we waved to each other. I’m such a mom, older and always in a rush. Ugh.

Insecurity crossed my mind as I thought of a plan to meet him formally for the first time. I must be at least 20 years older. If I came off too forward, desperate, it would be odd and put him off.

Today was not the day to meet him, it just seemed too awkward with the feelings that I have had. Decision made, today was the day to try to watch him more and masturbate as much as possible, even if I could not see him. Learn what he is like and does during the day. Just thinking of this made me so horny and wet.

With my new toy and a wonderful view of his home, it made me want to orgasm at the time. I ensured my toy was charged, and a naughty thought hit me. My ex had left some of his spotting gear for hunting. I always thought that was silly. Now I had a indecent idea. I set it up to look over at my neighbor. My. What have I become? I sighed.

I dashed to the basement, grabbed the case, and lugged it upstairs to see how it all worked. I fumbled it all together, the tripod and a big spotting scope. It was still early in the day, but I thought I would at least set it up in the guest bedroom where I saw him first in the window the day before, just in case, I got lucky and saw his sexy hot body. I found a trick to peeking around the curtain without being seen, at least I hope so. It worked. Oh my, what a clear view I had of his home and all the windows facing my home. I zoomed in close to see what it looked like inside.

There are lots of boxes, many of them empty. He did have nice taste in furniture, sleek and modern. All I could see was a large bed upstairs in the master's room. No women’s clothes that I could see and nothing to make it feel like there was a women’s touch. His place had a “just moved in” look about it. Barely any blinds that I could tell of.

Honestly, one of the biggest holes in my life was the lack of a male companion and, to be blunt, having a hot guy right next door was a painful reminder!

This felt bawdy and with anticipation I could not wait to look in on his private life. He was not at home, and it was getting to be mid-morning. I rushed to take a quick shower, so I would not miss him if he showed up. I slipped into some loose sweatpants and my favorite sweatshirt. I was so excited; my p***y was throbbing, and I really wanted to watch him alone and find out more about him.

I headed downstairs, opened all the blinds, so I could see him as he drove into his driveway. As I settled into the couch, I could see his truck had just parked outside his house. He hopped out and, just as I had remembered, he was so sexy, he got out and grabbed some groceries. He quickly went to his door and into his house. My heart fluttered, I became titillated at just the thought of seeing him through the spotting scope upstairs.

I quickly positioned myself and adjusted the spotting scope and scanned his house from room to see if I could see him. Ah, in the kitchen he was putting away some groceries and a few other things. He grabbed a beer, seemed early to have one and pulled off his shirt after a long sip. I could see his strong back and long blonde hair as he checked through what looked like mail. He moved from the kitchen to his living room and dropped onto the couch. He flipped on the TV; it looked like sports or something. I could see his tight abs and strong bare shoulders as he rested on the couch while he drank his beer.

My heart was racing faster, I squeezed my legs as I tried not to move the spotting scope. I stood there in awe as I watched him. I zoomed in a little more and could see he had loosened his jeans, pulling the zipper down. His sexy chest led to his chiseled six-pack-down into a rock-hard V-shaped waist that went deep into his pants. Through the lens I could see he was maybe 35 or so. It was incredible to see him be completely natural without knowing I had him fully relaxing.

He hopped up, went to the kitchen, and got another beer. I watched his tight ass move as he walked. Holding up his pants a bit. I slid my sweatpants completely off and quickly slid my finger into longing folds of my coochie as he returned to the couch. This time, his jeans seemed even looser and there was no underwear that I could see. As he flipped through the channels, he slid his hand down deep into his jeans a few times. This was pushing me over the edge. I could clearly see he was getting harder and bigger as he started to tease himself.

As I watched him relax, I could feel my cunt dripping down my leg. I was edging, and I wanted to c*m right away. He shifted and slid his jeans down a little further on his thighs and his c**k exploded out of his jeans. It was so thick and hard. He began to play with the tip of it. I could see his precum at his tip. He moved his ass back further onto the couch and pushed his jeans down to his ankles as he positioned himself, so he could stroke his hot throbbing c**k. He looked out of the window and around at the others as if to see if there was someone who might be able to see him. It was mid-afternoon and the street was quiet as people were at work. Satisfied with it, he continued. His hardness was incredibly hot, his tight balls were so smooth, his body did not have any hair at all. I shifted and realized my mouth was hanging open.

I rammed my fingers into my p***y, where they were completely engulfed in wetness, and the tingles of pleasure surged up in me as he teased his c**k. The waves of ecstasy had built up to an impossible level inside of me, I could not stop, and I exploded with a climax that I had not felt in such a long time, compounded by seeing such a sexy man in person. It overwhelmed my whole body, and I screamed out with uncontrolled passion. I almost fell to the floor as my knees buckled.

I had to keep watching. This was the hottest thing that I have ever watched in years. He began to stroke faster; he would stop as he edged to prolong his self-gratification. I was witnessing everything that I desired, and it was bringing me closer to the edge of another climax. The sensation was like a burning fire that had erupted in me, and I spread my legs apart to let my fingers do their work. He was so beautiful to watch from afar.

I quickly rushed to my bedroom to grab my new vibrator and positioned my eye onto the scope to continue to watch. I rested the toy onto my c**t, hitting the perfect spot. The vibration jolted me back, and I continued to focus on watching him.

As I stared, he continued to stroke and thrust his hand. I could not stop watching as he stroked his c**k faster. My vibrator was buzzing, I pinched my n*****s hard as my gaze lingered on his glorious member, and he began to hump his hand. I could tell by how his hot, sexy hips started to move with every stroke he would c*m fast.

I stood as still as I could and watched as he arched his back and squeezed his balls tightly. His chest and breathing seemed to heave up and down. All at once, beads of c*m squirted out of his c**k then erupted up onto his chest and neck. I was amazed at how far his c*m flew. My eyes became blurred, and I hit the floor as my vibrator pushed me over the edge. Extremely hot!

My heart pounding, I pulled my sweatpants up and could not resist another peek. Surely, he was finished. He was resting, leaning his head back against the couch. Cumm glistened on his smooth body. He was still looking like a Roman sculpture.

He had so much energy and was totally sexy. He reached for his jeans and pulled them up. He jumped up, went to the kitchen, and grabbed a paper towel and cleaned off his c*m. He grabbed a beer like nothing had happened and went back to the couch to watch TV.

The aftershocks of my own orgasm began to fade as I realized the power of witnessing something that I had always wanted to see again after so many years. It was the s****l experience that had been missing in my life. I was overwhelmed with all the thoughts and emotions that were flowing through me. I was shocked by how much I enjoyed being a voyeur and I calmed myself as he continued to rest. For the first time, I had let myself enjoy everything completely. I hadn't done anything s****l since the divorce, so this amazing awakening was much enjoyed.

When should I stop watching him? Should I stop watching him? At least I have the next two days alone to explore! I had hoped I would be able to see more of the same. I would have to check the window often. I had c*m to the sexiest man I have ever and in the privacy of my own home I could spy on him. I gathered myself and felt so satisfied as I pulled on my sweatpants. Now it was time for me to have a beer.