Knotting The Neighbor

Crickets chirp in the muggy summer night, the quiet suburban neighborhood bathed in moonlight. Everything was still… Save, for the boy pacing his room restlessly.

“There, f-finally…!” Carson mumbles under his breath, his face glued to his window, watching the neighbor’s yard intently… There she was… the black-haired beauty, her fair skin glowing in the night.

Mrs. Evans gracefully steps down her back porch, a towel conservatively wrapped around her. Every night, in the summer, she’d be there. They had a hot tub. Her and her husband. He was a stocky man. Not too much hair. At least not on his head. Carson had… bloomed pretty early, thanks to Mrs. Evans. He was the first in his class to take an interest in girls, though not any of the ones at his school. None could compare…

As she reaches the tub, Carson’s breath quickens… This was always his favorite part. The towel comes undone, hitting the grass, revealing the swimsuit underneath. Mrs. Evans had quite a few, but today was a new one. An elegant sling bikini, the soft violet cloth cradling her massive breasts, intertwining at her chest and hips, covering just enough to drive Carson wild.

She dips her long, slender legs into the hot tub, lowering herself in. Carson looks away as her husband does the same. He’d accidentally gotten an eyeful of Mr. Evans before. He’d rather not ever again. He didn’t deserve her. From everything Carson had seen, and he’d seen everything… He couldn’t possibly understand why a goddess like Mrs. Evans would stoop so low.

Carson grunts, his boxers around his knees, stroking his stiff cock. Mrs. Evans was all he ever thought about. She was his biggest fantasy… She’d be there for the next few hours, like usual, sipping wine with her husband. Mr. Evans never stayed out as late, he’d usually go back in after a little while, leaving her all alone… Carson always dreamed of waiting for that moment, and then sneaking down to join her… He’d never do it, it was only a fantasy… Admiring from afar was enough for him…

Mrs. Evans finishes her wine, handing the glass to her husband. After a few minutes he gives her a single, loving kiss, before crawling out of the tub and heading inside. Carson shields his eyes as Mr. Evans wraps the towel around himself, waiting longer than necessary just to be safe before looking again.

Her new swimsuit really was something though… Her breasts drift in the gentle, bubbling water… She stretches out, peacefully slipping deeper into the tub as she gets it to herself. Carson groans, clutching his shaft… It was times like this he wished he had binoculars, or… something… It almost looked like the bikini was slipping, her tits ready to spill out… It was excruciating… Maybe… Maybe it’d be easier to watch from downstairs… He wouldn’t get caught as long as he was quiet and stayed in his own yard…

Carson bites the bullet, tugging his boxers up in determination… His parents were asleep, no one would know…