Ann Next Door Watches

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Living on a dead-end street, headlights through your windows are going to get your attention. On this particular Saturday early evening, it was Ann Next Door's car leaving the neighborhood; likely they're off to a bar or running some errands. Another boring Saturday night.

Then again, living on a dead-end street next door to Ann, anything is possible.

A notification on my phone chimes. The phone vibrates in excitement too, like it knows something surreal is about to happen. Ann. My fingerprint unlocks the phone and opens the messaging app. "[Husband] just left for the grocery store and liquor store. Since it's Saturday night and you're alone, I assume you're going to lube up that nice cock and get off?"

Now, I don't save many messages for posterity sake. I'm not sentimental. But this one is a keeper.

My reply: "I was going to later, but it's not like I'm on a schedule."

Ann: "I'm on the rag, and [Husband] is probably going to expect some action later and be disappointed. Any chance of coming over and watching you for some inspiration?"

Message No. 2 archived for history's sake.

"YESSS"

Ann must have been at her side door waiting for my OK. I saw her silhouette in the dark leave her house. And while she didn't sprint over, it was pretty close to a jog. Her curves in the moonlight are amazing. She has hair past her shoulders, and small firm breasts, and a pretty toned body. The curves arrive at the hips and they're so inviting. I'm hard just thinking about the first time we had sex and my hands on her ass—how smooth it was and how she inhaled when my hands met her skin.

I looked down and I could see the outline of my cock head through my shorts. I was so anxious for this. I could feel the veins in my shaft pumping blood, my balls tightening. She came in from my backyard, and she looked amazing. Whoever invented yoga pants should be memorialized in a museum somewhere. Ann's were purple and black, and hugged her thighs and ass, and were not about to let go. Her stiff nipples poked through her t-shirt, and she pressed them against me as she greeted me with an intense, lusty kiss.

Her hands at the same time went to my cock, rubbing from my balls to the top of my head through my shorts. "Wow, were you already jerking off?"

"No, this is just from watching you walk over here."

We drifted into my living room and somehow landed on the sofa, kissing and ******* each other. God, I wanted to fuck so badly and I'm sure she did, but it was a little too intimate for her in her current condition. I felt two hands on my chest push me back onto one corner of the sofa. "I want to watch you do this. I love watching guys jerk off."

I slipped my shorts off, and my cock sprang forward. It was bouncing in the air, a little wet at the tip. "That's amazing," she said. "Just do what you do."

Like I've said before, I've made masturbation an art form during Covid. I started at the bottom of my shaft and made my way up to the thick head, not too tight. Not too loose. I was locked on Ann's eyes, which were wide open. Involuntarily, she licked her lips and I'm pretty sure she didn't realize she was petting and tugging on her nipples through her shirt. "You're so sexy. Take off your shirt."

She lifted it a little just to show me her firm tits. She palmed them both, slowly massaging her sensitive nipples, inhaling the whole time without missing a beat of what I was doing. I was getting close, but I like to edge. I know she didn't have a whole lot of time so I couldn't do much of that. My left hand found my balls, rubbing them together in my fingertips as I stroked my cock. I pressed under my balls, hitting that magic spot occasionally. I was in lust. Ann was too. "How does that feel, tell me?"

"I can feel my cum filling up in my balls. My fingers are making it so intense. My head is super thick and sensitive right now."

Ann got up on her knees, and inched closer, her lips meeting mine, our tongues connecting. This was going to put me over the edge. I felt her hand on my balls too. I let go, and let her do as she pleased. I concentrated on the shaft and on how good her hands felt kneading my balls. She also slid a finger close to my hole, teasing the outside of it. By now we'd stopped kissing and she had this intense look on her face. "Cum for me. I have to see this."

I closed my eyes for the first time, and stroked a little faster. I was past the point of no return. My cock head was stretching its skin, my breathing and moaning got a little louder. "Yes, cum baby."

I felt the first wave dribble out and managed to see Ann just staring at my cock head, watching, making noises at the same time. The second and third waves were bursts of warm cum shooting up my chest, long streams of creamy warmth. If my head hadn't thrown itself back, I'm sure I would have splattered my chin and lips.

Ann was incredible, the best audience imaginable. A few more dribbles and minor squirts and I was spent. Covered in cum drooling down my chest and shirt and sofa, Ann was satisfied, and so was I.

I felt her hands touching the output. "Amazing. Look at it all." All I could manage was: "mmm." She scooped some and licked out at least a teaspoon's worth, leaned in and kissed me. Her tongue seeking and finding mine, sharing my load. I put my hand on the back of her head ensuring we'd keep this up a bit. It was erotic and intense and wonderful all in an instant.

"I have to go."

"I know."

I walked her out, our lips and hands still wandering as she made her way to the backdoor.

"I'll have to entertain you this way sometime," she said.

Promise?