It was a warm, sultry summer night, the kind that seems to hang heavy in the air, thick with anticipation and desire. The moon cast its silver glow over the quiet suburban street, casting long shadows from the trees and shrubs that lined the sidewalk. As I peered out my window, I could see my neighbor, Mrs. Wilson, standing on her porch, her silhouette framed by the soft light spilling out from behind her curtains.
I had always found Mrs. Wilson to be a woman of striking beauty - her curves were generously proportioned, her long legs perfectly toned, and her full, pouty lips just begging to be kissed. I couldn't help but imagine what it would feel like to have those soft lips wrapped around my throbbing member, or the sensation of her warm, wet pussy engulfing me as we fucked with a wild, primal intensity.
As I stood there, watching her through the glass, my own desire began to well up inside me, growing with every slow, deliberate breath that she took in the moonlight. The thought of Mrs. Wilson's naughty parts made me shiver with excitement and longing.
Without warning, she suddenly closed the curtains, plunging her home into darkness. I could sense her moving through her living room, the gentle rustle of fabric as she shifted her weight from one foot to the other. Then, a sudden flash of light as she drew open another set of curtains, exposing the darkened bedroom beyond.
My heart began to race in my chest as I watched her cross the room and disappear behind the closed door. A few moments later, she reappeared, now wearing nothing more than a delicate lace teddy that hugged her generous curves with an almost painful intensity. The fabric was so thin it was difficult not to see the outline of her perky nipples pressing against the soft material, and I could feel myself beginning to swell in my pants as I watched her undress further.
As she stepped out of her teddy, she revealed a pair of lace panties that matched the set she wore beneath them. The material was so fine it was practically transparent, leaving little to the imagination as she slowly lowered herself onto the bed and spread her legs wide, exposing her wet, waiting pussy to the cool night air.
I could feel my own cock straining against the confines of my pants as I watched Mrs. Wilson's naughty parts on display for me alone to enjoy. The sight of her glistening slit, wet and inviting, was almost too much to bear, but I couldn't look away.
As if sensing my presence through the glass, she began to gently rub herself with one hand while the other caressed her breast, pinching and rolling her nipple between her fingers until it stood up rigidly. Her eyes never left mine as she continued to touch herself, a wicked grin spreading across her face as she realized just how much power she held over me from behind those curtains.
The sight of Mrs. Wilson's naughty parts was driving me mad with desire, and I knew I had to do something - anything - to relieve the growing pressure in my pants. I reached down and undid my belt, pulling it free from its loops as I began to unbutton my fly. My cock sprang forth immediately, throbbing eagerly for release.
As I stood there, naked and exposed before her, I could feel the heat of her gaze on me through the glass. Her fingers continued to explore her own naughty parts, sliding back and forth across her swollen clit until she was moaning softly to herself, the sound of her pleasure filling the quiet night air.
I couldn't take it anymore - I needed to feel her touch, to be buried deep within her wet, waiting pussy. I closed my eyes and reached down between my legs, grasping my aching cock firmly in one hand as I began to stroke it slowly, rhythmically. The warmth of her gaze continued to wash over me as I lost myself in the sensation of my own pleasure, imagining what it would feel like to have her hands on me, guiding me inside her.
As I stroked my cock harder and faster, the pressure built up within me until I could no longer hold back any longer. With a loud groan, I came, shooting rope after rope of thick, sticky cum across the room as I jerked my member with all my might. The feeling of release was indescribable - it was as if every ounce of tension and desire that had been building up inside me for days, weeks, even months, was suddenly released in a single, explosive moment.
As I stood there panting heavily, catching my breath after my intense orgasm, I could still feel Mrs. Wilson's eyes on me through the glass, watching as I recovered from my climax. Her naughty parts were still on display for me to enjoy, and I knew that, even though our secret encounter had come to an end for now, the thought of her would continue to haunt me in my dreams - and perhaps even inspire more naughty nights with neighbors yet to come.