| This story is a collaboration between my good friend Centaury ( a non active member ) and myself. He started it and allowed me to finish his work. Many thanks to you Centaury. The board is a richer place with you I'm here, as I am every day. I am sitting in my window, staring, spying on my neighbour’s house, waiting to see her. Not just her, but her and the dog. She knows I watch her and she enjoys toying with me. I enjoy it too I must say.When we meet in the street, or when we chat at the barrier separating our gardens, she never mentions a thing, but the innuendoes don't lie. I'm sure she knows.What can drive a sixty four year old man like me to spy on his young neighbour? It never was something I wanted, or planned to do. It's for her, it is her game. I can't help myself as I am just a pawn following her rules. And here I am again, like every day.It started 6 month ago. I was watching a game on TV when the doorbell rang. There stood a pretty, young brunette with long hair, about twenty seven years old, not very tall, but well built with a gracious, athletic body."Hello, I'm your new neighbour, I just moved in the house next to yours and I wanted to introduce myself." she said with a nice smile."Oh yes, I saw the trucks in front of the house.” I replied “Welcome to the street. Would you like to come inside for some coffee?”She hesitated and then I noticed the dog. He was a young energetic German Shepherd frolicking around his mistress.“I have my dog with me, would that be inconvenient?""Not at all,” I said “I like dogs, won’t you both please come in?"They entered into the living-room as I went to the kitchen to make the coffee.It was lovely to have company. We spent a few hours together on that first afternoon, chatting and laughing and getting to know one another. Her name was Elise and she was a delightful young woman, so full of warmth and friendliness, and she filled my living room with the laughter that had been missing from my house since my wife had passed on four years ago. Her dog was called Rani. He was quite sweet although obviously protective of his mistress. I couldn’t help but notice that he sat facing her all the while, watching her every move. If she uncrossed her legs he would snap to attention, but then again, so did I. It had been a long time since I had been graced by female company, especially one as attractive as Elise.I sit by my back bedroom window every afternoon. Sometimes I read, sometimes I write, but mostly I draw and paint. I don’t paint scenes form my backyard, but scenes from my memory. I had been blessed with the opportunity to travel and visit many different countries in my youth. My wife and I had been especially fond of the sea, and most of my sketches were scenes of the beaches that we had frequented. I was in my usual spot the day after my introduction to Elise, putting the fine detail on a fishing vessel, when I saw the light go on in her living room. From my vantage point, I could look down into the living room if the windows were bare of curtains or blinds. My last neighbours kept blinds over their windows to afford them privacy, but they knew that I was never looking into their home. The sudden illumination distracted me from my art and held my attention long enough for me to see Elise enter the room. She went to her windows and began setting up some new curtains. As she did this she looked up, saw me and waved. I was embarrassed that she might think I was spying on her, so I ignored her, but the sweet girl continued waving for about a minute, trying to get my attention. I pretended not to see.It became our routine. I’d be in my usual window seat and Elise would show up in her living room, go to her window and wave to me. As usual I ignored this, pretended not to notice her and continued with my painting. She would stay waving for a little while, then settle onto her settee and busy herself reading, sewing or watching television. It must have been about two weeks into our little routine when things changed. On that day, Elise went into her living room as normal and waved, but this time she drew the curtains and obscured my view. I felt awful that she had taken offence to my behaviour. I was old and wise enough to avoid these silly games and I would start acknowledging her from tomorrow I told myself chastisingly. The next day, like clockwork, Elise arrived at her window and waved. As I began to lift my arm in response, I realised that she was topless. I froze and my heart and cock jumped in unison. I couldn’t let her know that I was seeing her now. I was not a voyeur. I watched as she waved at me, her beautiful breasts bouncing rhythmically. She moved away from the window and this time left her curtains open. I saw her sit on her settee and saw Rani enter the living room for the first time since they had moved into the house. He was his usual bouncy self, jumping onto the settee to join his mistress, then off again. Elise coaxed Rani onto the floor in front of her and I saw her sink further down onto the couch and spread her legs. My breathing was getting shallow and my cock throbbed. I wanted to take it out of my pants so desperately, but felt that would be disrespectful, so left him clothed and trapped and wanting. I watched as she touched herself with one hand and stroked Rani’s head with the other, and almost choked when I saw her lift her fingers from her sex to his nose. I inhaled deeply as if it was being offered to me and my tongue came out instinctively tasting the air before me. How I wanted to close my eyes and stroke my erection until I came, but I was mesmerized. I saw the dog lick her fingers and advance closer to her pussy as she continued to touch herself. I could hear no sounds but felt her moaning softly as he finally buried his muzzle into her warmth, and licked her eagerly. I could imagine the lapping sounds as his long, soft tongue cleaned up the juices flowing from her ripe pussy. I saw when she arched her back and her mouth opened in a moan silent to my ears, as she reached her orgasm. All the while my cock throbbed, yearning for release, but I kept him contained. I did not want to sully this moment with cheap self gratification. I wanted to keep it in my mind and run it over and over again, feeling the desire it created in me. This was my first introduction to canine sex. I had heard of it and it had intrigued me, but I could never have guessed how erotic I would find it. Rani moved away from his mistress. He seemed to lose interest after she came, and started frolicking around the room. I watched as she finally rose from her resting place and left the room. And so it began. What had started as my game where I was in control had become hers. I was now her captive. My afternoons became my days. Spying on Elise became my life. Most afternoons were benign with her doing mundane things, so I never knew when I was going to be privy to her interactions with Rani. This captivated me even more. I dared not miss a session even on the days when I was unwell and needed to lie in bed and sleep. I made sure that I was her ready audience. I never touched myself during her shows, but at night when reliving the scenes in my head, I would slowly stroke my cock until I got my release.The first few intimate sessions that I witnessed between Elise and Rani, involved mainly him licking her. He seemed to be more and more eager to participate and needed no coaxing. He certainly had calmed down now when in the living room and focused his attention purely on his mistress’s pleasure. One afternoon after he had licked her to what seemed to me to be multiple orgasms, I saw her stroking him and reaching under him for his sheath. I watched in fascination as she squeezed him through his sheath until he began to hunch his hips and thrust onto her hands. She did this a few times, but as soon as he began to hunch she would let go. Rani seemed a bit confused, though very eager to continue the experience. I noticed that he started to press his side against her asking to be touched. She again squeezed him through his sheath, but this time when she let go, he jumped up and tried to mount her. She gently pushed him off, and I saw her make him lie and rolled him on his back. I throbbed even harder when I saw her take his sheath and pull it back to reveal his cock, then lower her head and wrap her sweet lips around its tip. I was suffocating. My heart rate had soared and my breathing was shallow. I found myself actually sweating as I watched her suck on her dog’s cock. I needed to move, to lie down and regularize my heart rate but I couldn’t. I watched as he began to hunch his hips and thrust into his mistress’s mouth. I watched as his cock turned the deepest red and as this enormous swelling appeared. I had never seen this before. It was the size of a small tangerine, and Elise ran her tongue around it over and over again. Rani was panting furiously now and I saw Elise continually wiping her chin and neck as if the cum she must have been drinking was overflowing from her mouth. That night I stroked myself to the most intense orgasm. At no time during her sex play with the dog did Elise ever look up to see if I was watching. The only time she acknowledged me was when she entered the room and waved. I was left after the initial contact to watch if I so chose. It was always my choice. The months passed quickly and I witnessed countless sessions between Elise and Rani. I saw him grow in confidence and experience as her lover, but had never seen a successful mount. He was keen and had tried many times so I knew he was ready, but Elise seemed to be the resistant one. Every intimate moment between then to which I was privy, was special. I was moved by them all, and still remained true to my honour in not masturbating during their act. But at night I imagined myself in her living room, seeing their lovemaking from close, fantasizing about interacting with them, and I brought myself to orgasm each time. I had some difficulties with reaching climax in the past, never with getting hard, but I was orgasming routinely now thanks to the most wonderful imagery from my neighbour. Not since my wife had I been able to cum so freely. How I missed her.So here I am once again, as I am every day, sitting at my window in front of an easel that has been bare for many months. She knows I watch her, she must do. Maybe she needs me to help her through those intimate times with Rani. I like to think that. I should be lying down. My doctor told me that I needed more rest, but how could I abandon her today? How could I miss seeing her today? There she is, the beautiful lady with her gorgeous breasts and lovely strong thighs. I want to wave back to you my sweet, but I cannot. This is our tradition.Here comes Rani, walking in proudly, no longer the bouncy youth but a mature lover. He really is a magnificent beast. Yes my dear, sit as you do and spread those lovely legs, let me look at you. What a pretty pussy. Trimmed low with juicy lips and a prominent clit. It is strange that all these details are so vivid. I almost feel as if I am present in your room. I can smell your sex today, and it fills my nostrils with a scent so familiar, yet so distant in my memory. There he goes, filling your sweet hole with his tongue, lapping every last drop of your moisture. All these months I had not seen you rubbing your clit. But today you are rubbing it in lazy circles, just how I like to see it. Oh the details are so precious. Raise your hips my lover and let me see your tight ass with his tongue lashing your winking anus. My cock is so hard I feel as if it’s going to burst. I rub the tented material of my trousers and unzip my fly, looking down to see him spring out rock hard and thick. I finger the large droplet of precum and rub it around the head. My breathing is shallow and fast and my heart is pounding rapidly. I can’t believe I’m doing this. I’d made myself a promise, but today seemed different. I run my hand up my hardness and squeeze the head as I watched Elise holding Rani’s sheath and squeezing his cock through it. My movement matches hers, and I feel myself lurching forward as he begins to hunch his hips. For the first time I watch as she gets onto her hands and knees. Rani is instantly behind her licking her wet pussy from behind, eating both her holes eagerly. I try to be quiet but my breathing is raspy with desire and want. Elise pats her bottom and Rani leaps on her, clasping her hips with his legs and pumping. I could see his cock peeping out his sheath and searching for her pussy. He leaps off and licks her again then remounts. This time he is on target and his tip finds her hole and enters in one smooth motion. I’m stroking hard and fast now as I watch him pounding into her, hearing her moan. Look at your luscious tits swinging wildly under you my darling, how I wish I could hold them. I’ve never seen anything like this. Rani was thrusting so quickly that I was getting dizzy trying to keep up with the action. Look at all that cum flowing out of you sweetheart. Is it this much that I had seen you drink countless times? Finally he slows and rests on top of Elise for a spell. I have been stroking all the while and my cock is aching with the need for release. I watch as both Elise and Rani catch their breath. You must have that round swelling inside you honey. The one I had seen you hold and lick so many times? Can that fit in you? No wonder you were moaning so hard when he was pushing it inside you. How does it feel? I squeeze my cock head and let out a loud groan. As I hear the noise escaping my lips, Rani swings his head and stares in my direction. His eyes pierce through me. I try to sink into the shadows, but he bristles and dismounts from his mistress. I see it then. That swelling. As he pulls away, he pulls Elise with him, and just as she is protesting, it pops out followed by a gush of cum. Rani quickly licks himself and approaches me growling. I gasp. Please do not hate me my love, I had to be here, I had to come. “I’ve been waiting for you,” she said. “What took you so long?”I looked at Rani who no longer seemed to care about my presence, but was licking his cock in the corner instead.“I want you inside me.” My cock leaps back to attention, standing prouder than it had done in years. I drop to my knees behind my darling and kiss the smooth cheeks of her ass. I am excited but my breathing has slowed and my heart is no longer pounding. I run my tongue over her ass and down towards her pussy. I don’t care if I get dog cum on me, but am surprised to find that she tastes only of pussy, sweet and musky and oh so familiar. I feast on her moisture, drinking like a man who is dying of thirst. My tongue slips easily between her folds and along her slit, before dipping into her sweet centre. I feel her pushing back onto me and moaning softly. My cock is solid and throbbing and I know I have to find him release. Kneeling close behind her, I hold my length and rub my head along her crack, from pussy to ass. We shudder as I continue to tease us both. “Please!! I’ve been waiting for you for so long!”With those words I enter her. My cock has not felt this alive for years. I push the head just inside her lips and rock it back and forth, teasing her pussy. I could feel her thrusting back onto me, but I pull away. Only a little at a time for you my sweet. I pull out again and rub myself along her now drenched slit. Let me kiss your back and cup your breasts the way we both love. I nibble her back and roll her nipples in my fingers, listening to her breathing getting shallower and shallower. Now it’s time. With a soft slap on the buttocks I slide my whole length into her, savouring her wetness and feeling her pussy pulsing around my cock. How do you know I love it like that? I thrust deep into her, again and again. She matches my every movement as if in a practiced dance. I could feel that tingle and my balls beginning to tighten. I have wanted this. Needed this. I hear her cry out as I bring her to climax, and I thrust deep into her, exploding my seed. I cry with joy. I have not climaxed in a woman since my wife, and this feels so right. As I weep, still buried inside her, she looks around at me for the first time, and I stare into the face of the woman that I have loved for so long. She is my sweetheart, my love, the mother of my children and the only woman that I truly ever wanted. We embrace and cry. “I’m taking you home now.” she says. I nod happily, filled with a peace that I have not known for years. As she takes my hand and we enter into our eternity together, I glance up from Elise’s window and look at myself sitting in my usual seat. I look so peaceful. I really should have rested today, but I couldn’t abandon my friend Elise. I’m happy now, and free. Would I change anything? Well yes. I would wave to her.Here I am, once again. Standing at my window and waving to neighbour. Why doesn’t he wave back? I’m hopeful that one day he would and prove to me that he can see me and that he enjoys my show. I do this for him as well as for myself. He seems so lonely and sad, and I know he’s heart broken since he lost his wife. Oh please wave today. Do you want to see Rani mount me like he did yesterday for the first time? It felt great, and I know that if you looked, you’d have enjoyed it as much as I did. Usually you’re looking down at me, but not today. You’re leaning back in your chair with your head against the back. He’s resting the poor dear. I know your doctor told you to get more rest and to take care of that heart of yours. Ok. I’ll stop waving now. But I’ll be back tomorrow as usual. Maybe tomorrow you’ll be feeling better and finally wave back? I really hope so. Rest well for now my dear, rest well. Please let me know what you think. I thrive on feedback |
