My new home, nestled in a semi-rural neighborhood, was a welcome change from the hustle and bustle of city life. The forested mountain foothills provided a picturesque backdrop for the one- and two-acre lots that dotted the area. The homes were spaced just far enough apart for privacy, yet close enough to build a sense of community.

As part of my nightly routine, I would take a leisurely stroll around the neighborhood, relishing the fresh air and peacefulness that surrounded me. It was a stark contrast to my previous hectic city lifestyle. Most evenings, my walk was uneventful as I passed by grazing deer and other curious wildlife, creating a unique experience each time.

The houses along my route were set back from the road, allowing for expansive front yards and lush greenery. However, one particular house stood out among the rest. It was situated closer to the front of its property, an unconventional choice for this rural area.

One evening as I strolled by the oddly situated house, my attention was drawn to a small sliver of light escaping from one of its windows. It beckoned me with its faint glow, teasing my curiosity. I halted in my steps and turned to face the window, transfixed by the source of illumination. Through the partially opened blinds, I caught a glimpse of bare flesh - a delicate curve of a hip, the side of a woman's breast. A coy smile played on my lips as I savored this discreet peep show. After a couple of moments, the figure moved away from sight and I carried on with my walk without another thought.

The following evening as I passed by the house I noticed again that the blinds were open - maybe a little more this time. Once again I stopped and stared at the window. There it was again, a tease of nudity. “Was that a nipple I just saw?” My voyeuristic tendencies getting the best of me, I crept closer to the window, careful not to make any noise. The thrill of spying on this mysterious enchantress sent chills down my spine. I crouched behind a tall bush, hidden in its shadows, not wanting to be caught as a Peeping Tom by anyone passing by. Slowly, I inched my face closer to the glass, eager to catch a glimpse.

There she was, standing in the center of what appeared to be her bedroom, with her back towards the window. Her body was like a work of art, completely naked for my eyes to feast upon. Her round and firm bottom enticed me, with slight dimples at the top of each cheek adding to her allure. Her dark hair cascaded midway down her back in loose waves. Her skin was like pure ivory, smooth and creamy, illuminated by the soft glow of lamplight. My heart raced as I continued to gaze at this captivating woman through the window. I marveled at her unsuspecting nude body a few seconds longer before cautiously making my way towards the road and continuing my nightly stroll.

That night in bed, images of her naked form flooded my mind, the curve and contour of her back and perfect ass imprinted on my memory. A soft smile played on my lips as I drifted off into a peaceful sleep, wrapped in memories of her intoxicating beauty.

The following day passed by in a blur as all I could think about was my evening walk and the thrill of possibly another peek. Anticipation built within me as I started out on my walk. “Her leaving the bedroom blinds partially open had to be a mistake, right? Surely she will realize it and close them up,” I thought as I headed down the street. But as I approached the house I could see the light from the bedroom window spilling out into the yard. My heart raced as I drew closer and closer.

There was no doubt that the window blinds were definitely open even more tonight. As I gazed at the house from the street, she appeared in the window. She once again was nude, just standing there staring out into the yard. The blinds were still covering much but I could clearly see one breast, her toned abdomen and the soft curve of a hip. I felt myself getting aroused, a tightening in my pants.

I once again moved closer to get a better view. "Does she know that she can be seen?" I peered into the window just in time to see her bending over and picking up her discarded peach-colored panties off the floor, giving me a full view of her bare ass and a glimpse of her pussy lips peeking at me between her legs.

“Did she just look back at me? Was that a slight smile or is it my imagination?” After bending over for what seemed like far too long to just to pick something up, she stood and walked out of the room, her hips swaying, teasing, enticing. She clicked off the light on the way out, leaving the room, and me, in complete darkness.

I heard my heavy breathing and tried to calm down, my erection painfully confined in my jeans. I stayed hidden behind the shrub below the window for a long while before finally slinking back towards the road to continue my walk.

That night, as I lay naked in bed, I could not fall asleep. My mind was filled with visions… and questions about my neighbor. “Did she know I was watching? Was she deliberately putting on a show for me? Or was this all just an innocent coincidence?” The way she had bent over, lingering far longer than necessary, made me suspect she was aware of my presence. “And that hint of a smile - was it real or just my imagination running wild?”

I tossed and turned, my cock growing stiff as I replayed the tantalizing scenes in my mind. Her ivory skin, the teasing curve of her breast, the shape of her butt, the glimpse of her pussy - it was maddening. I began to slowly stroke myself, playing scenarios in my mind. “What it would feel like to touch her skin, to take in her scent, to hear her moaning in pleasure?” My hand moved along my shaft at a quicker pace, the images in my head turning more erotic as I imagined sliding inside her wetness, feeling every inch of her tightness around me. My breathing quickened and my hips quivered as I approached climax. With a quiet groan, I released the built-up tension; it landed hot and fragrant on my abdomen and groin. After cleaning myself up, I was finally able to drift off into peaceful slumber.

The next evening, I found myself eager and set out on my walk a little earlier than usual. Approaching her house, my heart began to race upon noticing the familiar glow emanating from her window, drawing me in like a moth to a flame. I crept closer, my pulse quickening as I crouched behind the bush, my eyes fixed on the pane of glass.

There she was again, facing the window, her silhouette visible through the partially open blinds. I peered in as she began to undress, unbuttoning her blouse and letting it slip off her shoulders to reveal a lacy black bra. She then shimmied out of her skirt, her hips swaying hypnotically as the garment fell to her feet. I was transfixed, unable to look away as she unhooked her bra, sliding the straps down her arms and letting it fall to the floor. Her breasts were full and enticing; the light mauve-colored areola stood out against her creamy skin, drawing the eye to their exquisite shape and size. She took a moment to caress her breasts, tracing small circles around the now stiffening nipples. Finally, she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her matching black lace panties, lowering them down her long, shapely legs, revealing plump pussy lips below a neatly trimmed triangle patch of dark, curly pubic hair.

As I continued to ogle her nude form, she looked directly at the window. Her beautiful blue-gray eyes locked onto mine, sending a jolt of fear through my body. My heart raced as I quickly ducked down, cursing myself for being so careless. “Fuck, fuck, fuck! Did she see me?” I sat against the house, pressing my back hard into its rough surface and pulling my knees up to my chest, barely registering the coarse texture of the brick through my shirt. I tried to focus on slowing my breathing; adrenaline pumped through my veins making my hands shake and my head spin. My eyes darted around nervously, expecting to see flashing blue lights and hear the blare of sirens at any moment. But to my relief all was quiet except for the rustling of leaves and the soothing chirping of crickets. The cool night air kissed my cheeks - a stark contrast to the heat of shame radiating from within me.

I left my concealment and sprinted towards the road, heart pounding in my chest. As I reached the safety of the street, I slowed to a brisk walk, trying to appear casual in case anyone was watching. I didn't dare look back at the house, fearing what - or who - I might see. My mind raced as I continued my stroll, replaying the moment over and over. “Did she really see me? Or was it just a coincidence that she looked towards the window at that exact moment?” The uncertainty gnawed at me, filling me with both dread and a perverse excitement.

As I rounded the corner and her house disappeared from view, I began to calm down; my breathing steadied and my pulse slowed. I tried to rationalize the situation. “Surely if she had seen me, she would have reacted somehow; called out, closed the blinds, something. Or… was she purposely exposing herself to me? Did she enjoy being watched?” The potential answers to these questions sent a fresh wave of desire coursing through me.

When I finally returned home, I was a jumble of emotions - fear, excitement, shame and arousal all warring within me. I poured myself a drink, hoping the alcohol would quiet my racing thoughts. As the smooth liquor warmed its way down my throat, I replayed the evening's events in my mind. The way she undressed so deliberately, her sensual caresses, the direct eye contact - it all seemed too intentional to be accidental. Again, sleep eluded me that night as I tossed and turned, torn between guilt over my voyeuristic behavior and an overwhelming urge to see her again.

The next day dragged on endlessly as I waited for evening to fall. She was all I could think about; I was obsessed. The need I had to see her again was all-consuming. When it was finally time for my walk, I set out with a mix of trepidation and excitement.

As I approached her house, I noticed something different. The blinds were drawn completely shut, no tantalizing sliver of light visible. My heart sank with disappointment, but also with a sense of relief. Perhaps this was for the best, I told myself as I let out a breath I didn’t realize I was holding. I'd dodged a potential bullet and should count myself lucky.

As I began to pass by the house, a subtle flicker of movement captured my attention. I glanced over and there she was, sitting in the shadows on the front porch, gracefully holding a glass filled with crimson liquid that caught the soft light filtering through the gauzy curtains of the window behind her. She was adorned in a navy blue silky robe that hugged her every curve; her long dark locks cascaded down her shoulders in loose waves. When our eyes met, a glint of determination gleamed in her piercing gaze.

"Good evening," she called out softly. "Disappointed I’m not in my bedroom?"

I froze, unsure how to respond, my cheeks burning with embarrassment knowing that she caught me peeping. “Uh… I’m… I’m not sure what you mean,” I stammered, hoping beyond hope that she was just testing me.

“Really?” she lightly chuckled, setting down her wine glass and standing.

My breath caught in my throat as the loose folds of her robe parted, revealing tantalizing glimpses of her bare skin beneath. The soft glow of the filtered light danced over her curves, accentuating the gentle slope of her breasts and the smoothness of her stomach. I was rooted in place, completely entranced by her beauty and unable to tear my gaze away.

"I think you know exactly what I mean," she purred, sauntering to the edge of the porch. "I've seen you watching me."

My face burned with shame and arousal. "I… I'm so sorry," I stuttered. "I didn't mean to…"

She laughed quietly. "So you didn’t mean to trespass onto the property and look into my window?"

She descended the porch steps, her robe fluttering open even more with each movement. As she approached, I could smell her perfume - a heady mix of jasmine and something darker, more primal. Her captivating eyes bored into mine, filled with challenge and desire. I felt myself responding to her proximity, my body betraying my arousal. She noticed, her gaze dropping briefly before returning to my face with a coy smile.

"The question is," she continued, as she stood before me, "what do you think I should do about it?"

Her proximity was intoxicating. I could see the rise and fall of her chest, the slight flush spreading across her cheeks. Without thinking, I reached out and brushed my fingers against the silky fabric of her robe.

"I… I don't know," I whispered.

She smiled, a predatory gleam in her speckled eyes. "You don’t know?" she questioned a little mockingly, placing a hand flat on my chest. I could feel the heat of her palm through my shirt, her touch sending a shot of longing through my body. I jumped a little as her other hand found my crotch and rubbed the bulge in my jeans. “I think this knows,” she giggled.

I wanted to make a witty reply but I was tongue-tied as she took my hand and led me up the porch steps and through the front door. The interior of the house was dimly lit, casting everything in deep shadows. She pulled me along, through the living room and down a hallway, her robe billowing behind her.

We entered her bedroom - the very room I'd been watching her in all week. It was surreal to be inside, to see it from this new perspective. My eyes instinctively glanced towards the window, the one I had been peeping into night after night. “Is this really happening or am I still peeping in and this is all in my imagination?” I wondered.

She released my hand and turned to face me, her eyes gleaming in the low light. With a fluid motion, she shrugged off her robe, letting it pool at her feet. My eyes roamed her body hungrily, drinking in every curve and plane that I'd only witnessed through glass.

"Better in person?" she asked, her voice low and sultry.

I could only nod, words failing me. She stepped closer, gripping the hem of my T-shirt and pulling it off. I leaned down to kiss her but she placed a finger to my lips. “Not tonight,” she exclaimed. As she fumbled with buttons on my jeans, I kicked off my shoes.

In one swift motion, she yanked down my jeans and boxers, my erection popping free from its confinement. She had a playful twinkle in her eyes as she wrapped her fingers around my shaft, giving it a few long, slow strokes - licking her lips in anticipation. I gasped as she took me into her mouth, her tongue swirling around the sensitive head, licking up the dribbling precum. She looked up, her beautiful eyes staring at me intently as she teasingly slid me between her full lips, taking me deeper with each bob of her head.

I groaned, my fingers tangling in her silky dark hair. The wet heat of her mouth was exquisite, sending waves of pleasure through my body, her hand working what didn't fit in her mouth. Her free hand cupped my testicles, gently massaging them, her cheeks hollowed out as she continued her glorious sucking. She hummed around me, the vibrations intensifying the sensations. Just as I felt my balls tingling and my cock twitching inside her mouth, she pulled away, leaving me panting and desperate.

She stood, a wicked smile playing on her lips. "Not yet," she teasingly scolded, pointing to the bed. “Lie down.”

I eagerly complied, positioning myself on my back in the center of the plush king-sized bed. I watched spellbound as she climbed onto the bed, straddling my hips and hovering above me, her glistening wet pussy just barely grazing the tip of my cock. The heat radiating from her was unfathomable.

"Is this what you imagined when you were watching me?" she asked, her eyes full of impish delight locking onto mine.

Before I could respond, she sank down onto me in one fluid motion, my rigid cock gliding inside her wetness all the way down its length. We both cried out at the overwhelming sensation - her tight, creamy cunt enveloping me completely. She began to move, rolling her hips in a slow, sensual rhythm, her internal muscles gripping and massaging my penis with each undulation. Her breasts jiggled enticingly with her movements. I couldn’t resist reaching up to cup them, feeling their weight in my hands. I brushed my thumbs over her hardened nipples, eliciting a soft moan from her lips.

After a while, my hands slipped down her sides and found her hips as she started lifting herself up until just the swollen head of my cock was inside her tight hole, and dropping herself back down again, grunting every time she bottomed out. I was hypnotized watching her breasts flop up and down as she continually impaled herself. “God I love riding cock!” she exclaimed, breathing hard.

She stopped bouncing and began grinding her hips in small circles once again, catching her breath. Leaning forward, she placed her hands on the headboard and began rocking in quick motion forwards and back, her tits dangling enticingly in my face. I took the opportunity to lift my head and nibble on her hard protruding left nipple. She let out a cross between a giggle and a moan and began to quiver as her orgasm manifested. Her breast popped out of my mouth when she slammed herself back, burying my stiff member deep inside her, wailing as her entire body began to quake. When the tremors subsided, she collapsed on top of me, her soft breasts pressing against my chest, breathing heavily.

I wrapped my arms around her and rolled over on top of her in one fluid movement, my erection never leaving its warm cocoon. I lifted myself up on my hands, looking down into her blue-gray eyes and began thrusting with vigor, my hips snapping forward with increasing speed and force. She wrapped her legs around me, her heels pressed tightly against my ass, pulling me in deeper.

"You… liked peeping… catching me naked… seeing my body… didn’t you?" she panted as I pounded into her. "You wanted… to fuck me… like this."

“Yes,” I grunted in response, lost in the sensation of her tight, wet heat. Her inner walls clenched, milking my cock with each thrust.

"Oh Jesus, fffuuuccckkk," she moaned, her nails raking down my back. "Cum inside me. Cum in my pussy."

I hammered into her with abandon. The headboard slammed rhythmically against the wall as I increased my pace. I could feel the pressure building, the familiar tightening in my groin signaling my impending release. Her inner walls began to flutter and clench rapidly as she approached her second climax.

With a animalistic guttural sound, I thrust into her one final time as pulse after pulse of hot semen flooded her needy cunt, my hips jerking with each spurt. She cried out, her back arching off the bed as the orgasmic sensations flowed through her, her legs tightening around me to keep me deep inside.

As the last tremors of our shared orgasms subsided, I collapsed onto her, both of us panting heavily. We lay there for a moment, our sweat-slicked bodies pressed together, hearts racing in tandem. Finally, I rolled off her, my cream-covered cock slipping free with a wet squish.

She turned to face me, a pleased smile playing on her lips. Her eyes sparkled with mischief as she reached a hand between her legs then raised a slickened finger to her mouth and licked it clean, maintaining eye contact the entire time.

"That was certainly more satisfying than watching through a window, wasn't it?" she asked with a chuckle.

I felt the slight heat of embarrassment in my cheeks. "Um, yeah. I'm… um, sorry about that, by the way. I shouldn't have…"

She laughed at my uncomfortableness. "No apologies necessary. If I didn't want you to see, I wouldn't have left the blinds open."

Her words sent a thrill through me. So she had been teasing me deliberately. The realization both excited and unnerved me.

"So… um, what happens now?" I asked hesitantly.

She stretched languidly, her beautiful body on full display. "Now? Now you go home, or continue your walk, or whatever."

With that, she rose and wrapped herself in her robe before gathering my clothes and tossing them to me on the bed. I sat up a little stunned, but then got up and quietly dressed. She led me back down the hallway to the front door and opened it.

"Have a good evening," she said dismissively as I passed over the threshold and she closed the door behind me with a resounding thump.

As I walked home, my mind reeled from the intense and unexpected encounter. The cool night air felt refreshing against my skin, a stark contrast to the heat of her nakedness that was pressed against me just a few moments before. My legs felt wobbly, my body still buzzing with residual pleasure.

I replayed every moment in my head - her knowing smile on the porch, the feel of her warm mouth enveloping my cock, the tight slickness of her pussy as we fucked. It all seemed so surreal. “Had it really happened? Or was it some vivid fantasy conjured up by my peeping?”

No, the residual tingling sensation on my skin and the lingering fragrance of her perfume were undeniable evidence. It had been real, gloriously, confusingly real.

As I approached my house, a mix of emotions swirled within me. Satisfaction, certainly - the encounter had been even better than my furtive imaginings. But also unease. Her dismissive attitude at the end left me feeling… off balance. “What did it mean? Was this a one-time thing? Did she just use me to satisfy a momentary urge?”

I entered my home, heading straight for the shower. As the hot water cascaded over me, I tried to make sense of it all. Part of me felt ashamed for my voyeuristic behavior that led to this, but a larger part thrilled at the memory of her body, her touch, her desire.

The following afternoon, my doorbell rang. When I opened the door, I was greeted by a nicely dressed middle-aged man holding a bottle of wine.

“Hi there,” he said as he extended his hand. I took his hand, a little bewildered. “I’m George. My wife, Mariana, and I wanted to welcome you to the neighborhood,” he explained, canting his head to indicate the car in the driveway.

“Jay,” I responded, shaking his hand and peering around his shoulder. There, sitting in the passenger seat of the luxury sedan, was the woman I had just fucked the night before. My heart raced as I struggled to maintain my composure. I forced a smile and managed to croak out a feeble "thank you" to George as I accepted the bottle with slightly trembling hands.

"We've been meaning to come by and introduce ourselves since you moved in," George continued, oblivious to my inner turmoil. "Mariana suggested we bring over a nice bottle of Malbec from our personal cellar to welcome you properly."

At the mention of her name, my eyes darted back to the car. She sat there, a serene smile on her face as she gave me a small wave.

"That's… that's very kind of you both," I stammered, still reeling from the revelation. She was married to this friendly, unsuspecting man standing before me.

"Perhaps you'd like to join us for dinner sometime soon? We would enjoy getting to know you," George said with a brilliant smile.

"Uh, yeah, that sounds great," I heard myself say, though my insides were twisted up in complete panic. How could I possibly sit across a dinner table from this man after what had transpired?

"Wonderful!" George beamed. "We'll be in touch to set something up. Enjoy the wine."

As he headed towards his car, George looked back at me over his shoulder. “Oh, and Jay, thanks for the show last night.”

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