Chapter 1: The Forbidden Window
I’ve lived next to Amanda for three years now, and I swear, every damn day has been a test of restraint. She’s 42, a blonde bombshell with curves that could stop traffic—huge tits, a massive ass, and a smirk that could melt steel. I’m Daan, 25, tall, muscular, with brown hair and green eyes that can’t seem to stop wandering her way. We’ve kept it to small talk in the front yard—weather, gardening, bullshit like that—but in my head? Oh, I’ve fucked her a thousand times.
Today, though, something’s different. I’m trudging home from work, muscles aching, when I notice her house is locked up tight. Every curtain drawn… except one. The window facing my driveway is wide open to the world, and I can’t help myself. I take a quick glance, just a peek, and I freeze. My breath catches in my throat. There she is, Amanda, bent over her couch, getting absolutely railed by some stranger. His hands grip her hips, and he’s plowing into her from behind with a ferocity that makes my own cock twitch hard in my jeans. Her huge, naked tits bounce wildly with every brutal thrust, and I can’t tear my eyes away. I’m rooted to the spot, my bulge growing, straining against the fabric, as I watch her moan—soundless through the glass, but I can imagine it, raw and desperate.
“Fuck,” I mutter under my breath, my hand instinctively brushing over the front of my pants. I shouldn’t be here. I shouldn’t be watching. But then, as if she senses me, Amanda’s head turns. Her piercing blue eyes lock onto mine through the window. My heart stops. I expect shock, anger, maybe even a scream. Instead, her lips curl into a wicked grin. She doesn’t stop, doesn’t pull away from the guy pounding her pussy. She just stares at me, daring me, as her body rocks with every thrust.
Before I can process it, she lifts a hand—not to wave me off, but to beckon me. A single finger curls, slow and deliberate, inviting me closer. My mouth goes dry. “What the hell are you playing at, Amanda?” I whisper to myself, but my feet are already moving, drawn to her like a moth to flame. I’m at her front door before I can think better of it, my hand hovering over the knob. It’s unlocked. Of course it is.
I step inside, the air thick with the scent of sex and sweat. The stranger doesn’t even flinch as I enter, just keeps going, his grunts filling the room. Amanda’s eyes are still on me, sharp and commanding. “Took you long enough, Daan,” she purrs, her voice husky, dripping with lust. “Thought you’d just stand there jerking off in your driveway all day.”
I smirk, stepping closer, my cock throbbing painfully now. “Didn’t think you’d notice me with this guy rearranging your insides.”
She laughs, a low, throaty sound, even as her body jolts with another hard thrust. “Oh, I notice everything, neighbor. Question is, you gonna watch… or you gonna do something about that massive bulge I see?” Her gaze drops to my crotch, and I swear I feel it like a touch.
My blood’s pounding now, every nerve on fire. I’m close enough to see the sweat glistening on her skin, the way her ass jiggles with every slam. She’s wet, dripping, and I’m so fucking horny I can barely think straight. “Careful, Amanda,” I warn, my voice rough. “Keep talking like that, and I might just show you how girthy I really am.”
Her eyes flash with challenge. “Promises, promises,” she taunts, panting now, her body trembling on the edge. “Shut up and get over here, Daan. I’ve got more than enough to handle both of you.”
And just like that, I’m done hesitating. My hands are on my belt, the metal clinking as I undo it, my cock straining to be free. She’s watching, hungry, as I step closer, ready to turn this forbidden glimpse into something explosive.
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