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The new neighbors seemed an odd couple, he a big angry flannel
shirted grump, and she a homely unhappy victim type who always
looked down at the ground as she followed a few paces behind him
from the car to the house. I watched them move in and heard him
yell at her to carry this or that. She said nothing as she did
his bidding. It was difficult for me to knock on their door and
welcome them to the neighborhood because I didn't like this guy
from the get go and have little sympathy for the victim wife,
but my house is 8 feet from theirs and a little higher, so my
windows look down into their house, so meeting them was inevitable.
I knocked & heard him yell at her to get off her ass and answer
the door. She answered wearing a thin cotton housedress that buttoned
down the front. I had some interest about what was underneath the dress,
but couldn't get past her uneasiness as she stood there looking down
at the ground and not at me. She whimpered out a quiet hello, and I
introduced myself. She held out a limp hand to shake and invited me
in. Bob came in quickly from the kitchen and shook my hand and was glad
to meet me and offered me a beer. I don't drink, so I insulted him with
a "no thanks". He informed me that if I was too damn good
to drink with him then I was to get out right now. I left quickly…
Over the next few weeks I saw them a few times, and it seemed that
when he wasn't around I might have seen the start of a smile on her
face. One day I was washing the windows and noticed that their back
door, which opened into their laundry room, was wide open and rock music
was coming out. I continued to wash the windows, which afforded me of
a complete view of their laundry room. She (I still call her "she"
because I never found out her name) anyway, she entered the room carrying
a laundry basket and stared loading up the washer. I couldn't tell if
she noticed me there 8 feet away or not, but she was moving to the music
and taking her time loading the washer one piece at a time. I was glad
to see that this woman enjoyed some part of her life. I began to take
notice to the naughty little lacy pieces of negligee she was loading
up. She held up and examined each piece and playfully dropped them one
by one in to the washer as she swayed to the music. I began to feel
awkward standing there mesmerized by my neighbor so I opened the window
and called out "Hello". She paused briefly, but turned only
slightly my way. I could not tell if she saw me or not, but I'm sure
she heard me, so I no longer felt guilty staring at this quickly blossoming
flower.
I watched her pick up a thong, a see through panty, bra set and many
more tasty items and examine each piece while swaying to the music,
then drop them playfully into the washer. I think I saw her check to
see if I was still watching as she slowly unbuttoned her dress as her
slow swaying turned to sexy bump & grind. She slowly removed her
dress while dancing like a stripper, then she continued to dance around
in her bikini underwear and her see through lace bra while she was still
loading the washer. She turned away from me and bent way over to get
each piece now with her fine looking ass and thinly covered patch offered
for my attention. As she was bent over, ass proudly displayed for me
to see, I saw her peak back through her legs to make sure I was still
watching and she reached up and slid her panties down affording me a
full view of her pussy lips. She rubbed her panties over her pussy and
stood facing me as she removed her bra and through them both into the
machine.
Just then she sat back into the laundry basket spreading her legs. She
licked her finger and started to masturbate. I could take it no longer
and I freed my now fully erect cock and masturbated right along with
her. There I was 8 feet from her and both of us were masturbating and
still she hadn't acknowledged my presence. I shot my load right on to
the window that I had just washed and she screamed YES, YES, YES, I'M
CUMMING, I'M CUMMING. She turned her head to look at me and said "thank
you" as she pranced her way out of the laundry room.
I'm thinking about bringing over a welcome basket.
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