artworks's blog post - How the neighbor got me off

So one day I get incredibly horny (much like I am right now) and I decided to take some shots of myself naked in front of the bathroom window. I set up the camera to show that there is a building just across from mine where anyone could have looked out and saw what I was up to. I didn't think anyone was around, so I figured it was pretty safe.

There I am stroking myself, standing as close to the window as possible, posing every few seconds while the self timer snapped off a few shots and the flash (good name for it) lit up the room. I was feeling pretty good imagining women from NN finding my pics and getting hot themselves just looking at me. I fantasized about them wanting my cock. Wishing they could stroke it like I was, or better yet sit on the edge of the tub and slide my hard meat across their damp soft lips, licking my stretched skin, tasting my precum and getting more turned on by it. This got me to wanking pretty hard.

Stepping back toward reality, I pictured some of my favorite posters like very-very-bad-girl, _scriptedpage_, LeFeeVerte or ditzybutsexy getting so turned on in front of their computers that they just had to caress their tits, squeeze each nipple and finally dive their trembling hands into their dampening panties to feel the awsome wet heat of their pussies, fingers finding blossoming lips, softly but eargerly dipping inside to lubricate each trembling fingertip, then rapidly fluttering against that sensitive glowing nub of nerves and calling out my name bringing up wave after wave of wild pleasure! It IS my fantasy after all.

Anyway, I was absorbed in my uh, work until I heard some one out side talking. I quickly jumped to the side of the window fearing that sombody's grandmother was out there about to have a heart attack (or call the police!) Stopping all motion, tried to quiet my panting and listened. What I heard was two women causally chatting about this or that, and they didn't sound like they were dotty old grandmas either. I realized they were probably out walking their dogs, and as dog owners will do, stopped to admire each other's puppies.

I had to see who this was and find out if they looked disturbed or angry, or were pulling out their cell phone sto turn me in. So I peeked around the corner, out the window as I heard them saying good bye, and just as I did, this very attractive blonde looked up at my window and caught my eye. I was terrified!

I jumped back into hiding trying to figure out if she had just seen me then, or had been aware of my presence for any length of time. But I realized that when she saw my face and my torso crouched down to the window she had smiled. It wasn't a neighborly smile, but it wasn't an I-know-what-you're-doin' smile either.

Not knowing what to think of that, I slid down into the bathtub and basically sweated for a few long moments. But then I heard her talking again. She can't be talking to me, I thought, so I stayed quiet and again, just listened. Her voice was happy and cheerful. She was talking to her dog I realized, but there was something not quite dog owner like about her voice. For one thing it was louder than most people would be if they were talking to their pet.

And then I realized she was being encouraging. To the dog. At least anyone passing by would have gotten that idea. Maybe it was my oversexed mind making me think that way, but when I heard her saying, "Come on! Come on boy! You can do it!" my erection sprang back to life and my hand sprang back into action. I started masturbating like I never had before. My extreme effort was making me breathe hard, and as I let out a few test pants to see if there'd be any reaction. To my joy, she then added, "Yeah, that's it, that's it!", and I grabbed my dick again with ferocity.

Wanting to make this a true exchange, I developed a pattern of perving for 30 seconds, then stopping to listen to her sweet encouraging words, then jerking it again letting out all the moans and sighs that rose up to my O shaped mouth. I'd hear, "Yeah, that's a good boy." then she'd here "mmm, o, mmmm, ahhh" then I'd hear "Oh yeah, come on, come on!" and she'd hear the sound of my hand smacking at the base of my unit and my balls slapping against my ass.

I can't say this lasted very long. My moans got louder and faster as I neared cumming, and she kept the banter up, egging me into more and more frenzy. I wished I could have been seeing her enjoying her power over me, but I could hear it in her voice as she practially giggled with delight. As the urge to shoot out all the built up excitement grew, I let go of all inhibitions and called out, "Oh, oh, oh oh, YESSSssssssssss" and a geyser of white lava spurted up over my shoulder, with a splat against the bathroom tile. It may have been high enough for her to see through the window, I don't know. It sure felt like it. Good thing I was in the tub at the time.

As my yessssssssssssssssssssss faded to a breathless puff of air I tried to say, "Thank you!" loud enough for her to hear. All I heard from down below was, "OK boy, let's go. Good boy!" Exhausted, I could feel my body melting onto the old porcelin and running down the drain.

O neighbor, if you're out there, thank you for your gift. It is very much appreciated. I only wish I could give you the same in return. If you read this, leave the light on for me.