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I live in a quiet neighborhood with houses close together. My bedroom window faces the side of my neighbor’s house. The distance is small, only a narrow alley and a low fence between us. At night, if both of us leave the curtains open even a little, you can see straight into the other room.

My neighbor is a 42year old guy named David. He lives alone. He is quiet and polite. He always says hello when we pass each other on the street. I never thought much about him until a few weeks ago.

It was a hot summer night. I had the windows open to let in some air. I was home alone and feeling horny. I turned off the main light, left only the small lamp on my bedside table, and lay on my bed. I took off my clothes and started touching myself. I rubbed my clit slow at first, then faster. Every time I got close, I moaned harder, louder, letting the sound fill the room. It felt really good.

I opened my eyes for a second and looked toward the window. That’s when I saw a dark figure standing in the window of David’s house. The figure was facing my window. It didn’t move. It just stayed there, watching.

My heart jumped. I should have closed the curtains right away or at least yell. But I didn’t. I kept touching myself. I spread my legs a little wider so the figure could see everything. I rubbed my clit faster. I moaned even harder when I felt myself getting close. The sound came out louder than before.

The figure stayed completely still. I couldn’t see the face clearly, but I could tell it was a man. It had to be David since his hjouse is only right next to mine. I felt a rush of excitement mixed with nervousness. I kept going. My fingers moved faster. I moaned harder as I got closer. I came hard, my body shaking on the bed. When I finished, the figure was still there. Then it slowly moved away and disappeared into the dark.

I lay there breathing heaviily. My heart was racing. I didn’t know what to do. Part of me felt embarrassed. Another part felt turned on. I closed the curtains and went to sleep, but I couldn’t stop thinking about the figure watching me.

The next morning I saw David on the street. He smiled and said good morning like nothing happened. I smiled back and said hello. But when I walked past him, I felt my face get warm. I wondered if he knew I had seen him.

That night I left the curtains open again on purpose. I lay on my bed and started touching myself once more. I kept my eyes on the window. The figure appeared again. This time it stayed longer. I could feel it watching every move I made. I spread my legs wider and rubbed myself slower, teasing. Every time I got close, I moaned harder, louder, letting the sound carry across the alley. The figure didn’t move. It just stood there, silent. I kept on moaning "Oh fuck....im so fucking horny"

I came again, harder this time. When I finished, the figure stayed for a few more seconds before it disappeared.

I didn’t close the curtains right away. I lay there naked, breathing heavy, wondering how long this would continue.

I live in a quiet neighborhood with houses close together. My bedroom window faces the side of my neighbor’s house. The distance is small, only a narrow alley and a low fence between us. At night, if both of us leave the curtains open even a little, you can see straight into the other room.

My neighbor is a 42year old guy named David. He lives alone. He is quiet and polite. He always says hello when we pass each other on the street. I never thought much about him until a few weeks ago.

It was a hot summer night. I had the windows open to let in some air. I was home alone and feeling horny. I turned off the main light, left only the small lamp on my bedside table, and lay on my bed. I took off my clothes and started touching myself. I rubbed my clit slow at first, then faster. Every time I got close, I moaned harder, louder, letting the sound fill the room. It felt really good.

I opened my eyes for a second and looked toward the window. That’s when I saw a dark figure standing in the window of David’s house. The figure was facing my window. It didn’t move. It just stayed there, watching.

My heart jumped. I should have closed the curtains right away or at least yell. But I didn’t. I kept touching myself. I spread my legs a little wider so the figure could see everything. I rubbed my clit faster. I moaned even harder when I felt myself getting close. The sound came out louder than before.

The figure stayed completely still. I couldn’t see the face clearly, but I could tell it was a man. It had to be David since his hjouse is only right next to mine. I felt a rush of excitement mixed with nervousness. I kept going. My fingers moved faster. I moaned harder as I got closer. I came hard, my body shaking on the bed. When I finished, the figure was still there. Then it slowly moved away and disappeared into the dark.

I lay there breathing heaviily. My heart was racing. I didn’t know what to do. Part of me felt embarrassed. Another part felt turned on. I closed the curtains and went to sleep, but I couldn’t stop thinking about the figure watching me.

The next morning I saw David on the street. He smiled and said good morning like nothing happened. I smiled back and said hello. But when I walked past him, I felt my face get warm. I wondered if he knew I had seen him.

That night I left the curtains open again on purpose. I lay on my bed and started touching myself once more. I kept my eyes on the window. The figure appeared again. This time it stayed longer. I could feel it watching every move I made. I spread my legs wider and rubbed myself slower, teasing. Every time I got close, I moaned harder, louder, letting the sound carry across the alley. The figure didn’t move. It just stood there, silent. I kept on moaning "Oh fuck....im so fucking horny"

I came again, harder this time. When I finished, the figure stayed for a few more seconds before it disappeared.

I didn’t close the curtains right away. I lay there naked, breathing heavy, wondering how long this would continue.

Tuesday morning felt different. The house was supposed to be empty again because Sarah had an early class and her mom usually left for work by 7:30. I decided this would be my last time before I went home. I wanted to push him one more time.

I waited until I heard his wife’s car drive away. Then I walked into the master bedroom wearing only the big t-shirt. Mr. David was still in bed, half asleep. When he saw me standing there, he sat up fast.

“Jane, no” he said right away. “Not here. Not in my bed. My wife just left. This is too much”

I climbed onto the bed and straddled his waist. “This is the last time” I whispered. “I promise. After today I’ll go home and we can pretend nothing happened”

He looked torn, but his cock was already getting hard under me. I pulled the t-shirt off and dropped it on the floor. I was completely naked now. I reached down, took his cock in my hand, and stroked it slowly until it was fully hard.

“You always say no” I said softly “but your body never listens”

I raised my hips and sank down onto him. His cock slid deep inside my pussy in one smooth motion. We both moaned at the same time. I started riding him slowly, grinding my hips in circles. The bed creaked quietly under us.

Mr. David grabbed my ass with both hands. “oh fuck....you feel so good” he groaned. “I can’t believe I keep letting you do this”

I rode him faster. My tits bounced with every movement. He sat up a little and sucked on my nipples while I kept moving. The sound of my wet pussy sliding up and down his cock filled the room. I was so turned on that I didnt hear the front door open

Suddenly the bedroom door swung open.

His wife stood there with her keys still in her hand. She had forgotten her phone and came back to get it. Her eyes went wide when she saw me completely naked, riding her husband’s cock in their own bed

“What the fuck?!?!!!”she screamed

I froze on top of him. Mr. David’s face turned white. His hands were still on my ass and his cock was still buried deep inside me.

His wife dropped her bag on the floor. “Get off him right now, you little slut!”

I quickly climbed off. His cock slipped out of me with a wet sound and slapped against his stomach.

Mr. David tried to cover himself with the blanket. “Baby, wait--- it’s not what it looks like----”

His wife stormed over and slapped him hard across the face. The sound echoed in the room.

“Don’t you dare call me baby!” she shouted. “I come back for two minutes and I find you fucking our daughter’s friend in OUR bed? In our fucking bed!”

She turned to me next. Her eyes were full of anger. “And you....you disgusting little whore. Staying in my house, eating my food, and then spreading your legs for a married man twice your age? Get your shit and get the hell out of my house right now!”

I grabbed the t-shirt and pulled it over my head as fast as I could. My hands were shaking. Mr. David looked completely broken. He sat there naked, red mark on his cheek, staring at the floor.

His wife wasnt done. She turned back to him. “year and years of us being together and you’re throwing away our marriage for some 22 year old college girl? Your mind is like....I-I don't even know what to say to you"

Mr. David tried to speak. “I’m sorry.....I don’t know what happened....it just got out of control.....”

“Out of control?” she laughed bitterly. “You had your cock inside her when I walked in! Get dressed. You’re sleeping on the couch until I decide what to do with you. And you” she pointed at me “I want you gone in five minutes. If I ever see you near my daughter or my house again, I will make sure everyone knows exactly what kind of girl you are. Believe me”

I ran to the guest room, my legs still sticky.I threw my clothes into my bag as fast as I could.

After a few minutes, Sarah suddenly sent me a message

Sarah said “how could you do this to me? with my own dad?”

I couldnt even look at her message. I just grabbed my bag and ran downstairs. Behind me I could still hear his wife yelling at him.

“You ruined everything! How am I supposed to trust you ever again?”

I stepped outside and closed the front door. The morning air felt cold on my skin. My heart was pounding and my face was burning with shame and adrenaline at the same time.

I knew I would never be invited back to that house again.

But deep down, a small part of me wondered if he was still thinking about me even while his wife screamed at him