New Life In the Big Apple
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Jessica dropped the last box onto her bed. This was it: the last of her stuff. She was finally moved in to her new bedroom.
Her mom had gotten a huge job offer in New York, so her dad had retired early and they packed up the family, all four of them including their lab, Jasper, and they moved out East. Never mind she had one year of high school left. Her 18th birthday doubled as a going-away party, which made it overall dreadful.
[[MORE]]Her new neighborhood wasn’t a hell of a lot different from Portland, except the color green was different here, and apparently they’d now have snow for Christmas. Jess wasn’t sure the magic would be all it was cracked up to be, come the winter; but for now it was summer. At least they still had that here.
Jess pulled the blind up on her very large bedroom window. She found it ironic her room had such a big portal to the outside world that was immediately blocked by the neighbors huge house. Still, if it had been smaller she wouldn’t be able to see much else. At least now she could see pretty much all of that goddamned big house.
Suddenly movement in one of the windows caught her eye. Almost directly across from her room, but just off to the side, two people burst through a door and into a bedroom. They were going at it like crazy. Jess recognized them as the neighbors she had just met this morning, William and Holly. They were a great couple, middle-aged but not slowing down yet. Their kids were college age, off on some trip in Europe, and Jess was excited to meet the boy, James, whenever they got back. If he took after his father at all, James would definitely be hot. Jess wasn’t actually sure which she’d rather have, honestly, being especially attracted to older men, but James would be a guaranteed Fuck, single or not. Jess could thank her tits for that.
Jess suddenly realized she was still staring out her window as her neighbors stripped off their clothes. She turned away and headed for the door. She closed it, and then turned back around.
Jess crept up to her window and peeked across the gap between the houses again, trying not to draw attention to herself. She considered closing the blind, but was afraid the motion would draw the lovers’ attention, and they might decide to close their curtains. William and Holly had shed almost all of their clothes now, and Jess had to hand it to them: they were both in great shape. But William, Jess thought. Jesus. If there were someone more her ideal of an older man, she couldn’t imagine it. William was manly, in every way she defined it. He wasn’t pretty-boy chiseled, but he was well muscled, broad shouldered, hairy where it counted, and. hung.
Jess watched as William pressed Holly down on the bed, bent her legs over her head and just gave it to her. Jess suddenly became aware her panties were drenched already. She involuntarily slipped her hand down between her thighs, pressing at the dampness. It felt good. Without hesitating, she unbuttoned the top of her jeans and plunged her fingers in, finding her clit. She twirled her fingers to the same rhythm of William and Holly’s Fucking. She imagined William was Fucking her instead of Holly.
A few seconds passed, or maybe it was minutes. Jess only knew that she had gotten lost in her reverie and had let her eyes close. She snapped them back open in time to be too late: William was staring right at her.
Jess dropped like a stone to the floor under her window. Jesus Fucking Christ, he saw me! He saw my touching myself! My new neighbor just caught me masturbating while watching him Fuck his own wife! Jess was going to be in so much trouble. Unless somehow the daylight reflected off her window too much and William couldn’t see through her window.
Jess slowly crept back up once again, carefully peeking over the window sill, hoping that somehow William would still be Fucking Holly, as if nothing had even happened. Sure enough, he was. He had flipped Holly over at some point and she was now face-down on the bed, William holding her hands behind her back, giving it to his wife hard. Staring straight at her. Can he see me? A smirk twisted William’s intense Fuck face, and Jess immediately knew: yes, he did see her. And yet, he hadn’t stopped. Holly’s face was turned away and pressed into the comforter, so she certainly didn’t see. This was just a William and Jess thing.
Jess’s heart was pounding through her chest. He just stared at her, his smirk melting away into intensity again, and William somehow Fucked Holly even harder. Jess was pretty sure she could hear Holly’s moans. She didn’t dare move while William stared at her, but she couldn’t look away either. Feeling like she should do something, she blew William a kiss. William’s face twisted, and Jess understood he was having an orgasm. Jess watched as he pumped his wife full of his seed, and then she threw her curtains closed again.
Jess jumped onto her bed, and thrust her hand down her pants again, rubbing herself to climax in just thirty seconds.
It was August. Summer had simply flown by, which was a mercy because it was boring as hell here. Jess hadn’t been able to make any new friends yet because school hadn’t started, and apparently everyone here goes skiing in Colorado, or white water rafting, or ice fishing, or virtually any other thing that couldn’t be done here in New York. Jess now understood why.
As she hadn’t been able to catch her 50-is-the-new-20 neighbors, the Mastersons, en flagrante again, Jess had begun to wonder if she’d misread the situation. Maybe William didn’t like that she had watched? Maybe Holly had somehow found out? Nobody had said anything yet, but that Fuck session didn’t seem the kind of thing that only happened once a year, and yet despite Jess’s repeated glances out her window, she hadn’t seen William’s cock again once, not even while he was changing. She hadn’t really seen either of them at all, come to think of it.
She wondered how much cum he shot into his wife that one afternoon. Was he a dribbler, or did he launch ropes across the room? Jess couldn’t stop thinking about it for some reason. She realized she hadn’t gotten laid since April. She was practically vibrating with sexual tension.
Speaking of tension, she thought, tonight should be charmingly awful. Her parents had invited the Mastersons over for dinner. It would be Ron, Darlene, William, Holly, and oh, Jess the fifth wheel. Dinner at the adults table wasn’t really a conducive environment for flirting with the hot older neighbor, and the uncertainty that the last several weeks had wrought in her brain made her nervous.
By the time the William and Holly rang the doorbell, Jess was ready to die. She dragged herself into the foyer to greet the neighbors, and there he was: tall, handsome, and flashing that crooked smile of his. “Hey Jess!” He said and shook her hand. “How’s your summer been?” Apparently they had been at some lake for the past month. Because of course.
Ugh. That was how the whole night was going to go. She was the kid, the only kid, and they were the adults. When they finally sat down to their dinner of her mom’s homemade spaghetti, her parents wouldn’t even let her have a glass of wine. Never mind the fact they’d let her have one just last week.
At one point, William stood and asked where the restroom was. The downstairs bathroom had some kind of plumbing issue, so Jess’s dad gave William directions to the upstairs bathroom, the one that Jess used. The minutes ticked away, or so it seemed to Jess, and all she could think about was the fact that William’s cock was probably peeing into her toilet right now. She wasn’t really into pee stuff, but for a few seconds before and after, William was just holding his dick out in the open. Jess imagined herself standing there, watching him handle his tool.
“Jess! Careful honey!” Darlene’s voice brought her daughter back to reality. Jess looked down and saw she had dropped her fork into her lap, spilling spaghetti on her white T-shirt and jean shorts.
“Aw, shit,” Jess mumbled. Her mother’s face darkened, so Jess added an apologetic shrug and a “sorry” at Holly. She got up and went to the sink to grab something to dab it with.
“Honey, no, just go throw that in the wash right away, that red sauce isn’t gonna come out with a rag,” her mother chided her. Jess excused herself and ran upstairs to do as her mother ordered.
Her bathroom door was open as she passed it, but William was nowhere to be found. He must have gone on to the master bedroom and used that bathroom instead, she though. Jess wasn’t sure what she was disappointed about, as it wasn’t like she had any hidden cameras in her own bathroom. It was just the idea, somehow, that William’s dick being out in her bathroom made it somehow closer to her. She shook it off. She was being silly.
Jess shut the door to her bedroom and pulled off her T. She then began unbuttoning her shorts and started to slide them down when she thought she heard a soft thump from inside her closet. Her closet doors had been ugly as ass, so she had had her father remove them and hung up sheer curtains instead. She couldn’t see into her closet, but one could certainly see out of it.
Jess’s heart started thumping hard again. Maybe William didn’t go to my parent’s bathroom after all, she thought. She realized she was standing there, frozen, in her bra and panties. Her shorts were still around her ankles. She didn’t quite know what to do. She didn’t quite dare open the closet, but she also wasn’t ready to just move on yet.
So she slid her fingers up her hips, across her belly and over her breasts, eventually into her hair, arching her back and pulling her fingers through her red locks. She let out a little moan, as if she had just stretched. She didn’t know where exactly William’s eyes were in the closet, so she let her eyes roam about the room. Her heart has beating so hard she imagined one could see her left breast throbbing.
Slowly, Jess reached behind her back and unclasped her bra. She felt it go slack as her large breasts pulled it away from her back. As her arms lowered again, gravity took hold and the cups fell away, and she stood there for a moment, topless. She looked down at her breasts as she slid her hands up her stomach again, this time cupping her breasts. She pulled her hands away from her, her fingers closing together as they came away from her hard nipples. Her hands dropped again, but this time they caught the waistband of her panties. She tugged at the straps around her hips, teasing them down a quarter of an inch at a time.
She wanted him to see her. She wanted him to see all of her, to just pour his gaze over everywhere you’re supposed to cover up. She kept tugging her waistband further down, down down. and then she stopped for a moment, lingering there, almost completely exposed. She pulled a strap out several inches from her body before letting it snap back. She turned around and then bent at the waist, finally pulling her panties clear, revealing her ass to her whole closet. Her panties joined her shorts at her ankles, and she gingerly stepped out of them. She turned her head to look over her shoulder, putting a finger to her chin as she bit her bottom lip. She turned, slowly, first at the shoulders and then at the hips, until she was facing her closet again, breasts and pussy proudly on display for what Jess hoped wasn’t just her laundry basket.
The voices from downstairs were laughing, and Jess realized this was it. This was as far as it could go right now. If she kept William much longer Holly would probably come looking for him. Jess blew her closet a kiss, put on fresh shorts and a shirt, but left her bra and panties on the floor. She took her soiled clothes with her as she headed for the laundry room.
By the time she got back to the table, William had returned and was laughing with the rest of the adults. She began to feel disappointment as William gave no signs of having just been treated to a strip-tease a few moments ago. Either he hadn’t been there, or his poker face was exceptional.
Her mother stood up from the table and got another bottle of wine. She stopped by Jess’s seat on the way back, leaned close to her ear and whispered, “Sweetie, I don’t think now’s an appropriate time to go braless. Go put one on, ok?” Jess looked down and realized her nipples were still hard as nails, poking right through her shirt. Part of her was embarrassed, but part of her felt electrified, knowing William had to have seen them. At least he saw that, she thought.
Back in her room, Jess pulled her clothes off for the second time. She stooped and picked up her bra and panties that were still on the floor. although they seemed to be in a slightly different place than before.
As she held her panties, she realized they were wet. Not just in the crotch, but in the waistband too. She smelled it.
Oh my god.
Jess’s face broke into an unsupressible smile. Her panties bore the unmistakable scent of fresh semen. Taking another look at her bra she noticed the cups were dripping.
Jess put them on, as-is, and wore them for the rest of the dinner. She could feel William’s cum dripping from her breasts onto her stomach. She was so turned on she couldn’t tell if the wetness she felt between her legs was from William or herself. Probably both.
A few hours later, the Mastersons said their goodbyes. Just as her father was closing the door, William turned. Their eyes met again, and he winked.
By jessicas erotic ramblings, for Tumblr.
