I live in a middle class part of town with my sister and Mom. We have a 2 story house; I have one of the bedrooms upstairs and my sister has the other. The girl that lives in the house on my sister’s side and I have been fooling around for a few years now. The neighbours on my side of the house are old and boring and no kids. Well that changed one Spring day when I saw them moving out and a younger, well younger in that she was probably in her early 30’s and he must have been in his mid to late 40’s. They had one young son too, but looking from my bedroom window, I was more interested in what the father looked like and most importantly his wife. I knew their house was like ours: 2 bedrooms upstairs and one on the main floor.

I watched them move in: her husband would help the movers carry stuff in while she would just stand and watch. A few times, when the husband had disappeared into the house, I saw her slip into the back of the moving van and run her hand over one of the movers’ biceps and chest. She had on a low-cut top with skimpy shorts. One of them, the one in charge, must have been in his mid 20’s; the other guy, his helper, was in his late teens about my age. She let the younger mover put his hand inside her top and squeeze her, what looked like, C size breasts before her husband reappeared ready to carry something else into the house. Each time, just before he came out, she would break away from the young mover and get back on the step so her husband didn’t know what was going on. Other times, the guy was wanting more and ran his hands up inside her thighs. Instead of stopping him, she spread her legs so he could go higher. He never had the time to get all the way to her, what I surmised was, very wet pussy. She was enjoying all the attention and her husband was oblivious to it. Eventually all the stuff from the truck was moved in. Mr. Preston, as I later found out was his name, asked them in for a beer and to get paid. The older guy went inside but told the younger guy to close up the back and wait for him in the cab. He closed up the van but Mrs. Preston motioned him into the garage. I couldn’t see what was happening, but a short time later I heard the old guy yell to the young guy “Ok, let’s get going” and with that, I saw the young guy race out of the garage zipping up his fly as he ran the passenger seat and hop in. Mrs. Preston appeared a minute later and waved good bye to them and thanked them from the garage door. I saw her wipe her mouth before going in the house.

“Like’s young guys it seems”, I thought to myself as I slowly stroked my cock. The rest of the day was uneventful, but I stay in my room watching and HOPING that Mr. and Mrs. Preston would take the bedroom that I could looked into on my side of their house, and their son take the one on the other side of the house. As evening came and it got dark, I was working in my room when I saw her enter the bedroom facing my room. I quickly turned off the light hoping she didn’t see I was in my room. She turned on the bedroom light. Then, much to my surprise and joy, she started to pull off her top. With her back to me I stared at her hoping beyond hope that she would turn around. I could look down into their kitchen and I saw her husband in there making himself something to eat, so it looked like she was getting ready for bed and he was going to stay up. I looked back to her in her bedroom and as I did, she turned to face me, though I knew she couldn’t see me in the dark. She squeezed her breasts almost teasing me, but she couldn’t know I was there. She undid the button of her shorts and pulled them down. Now standing in just a black g-string she started rubbing herself. Did she know I was there?? She couldn’t, could she? She opened the window. It was hot so I had opened mine a long time ago. I could just barely hear her moaning, just a bit. Then suddenly she stopped. Mr. Preston had come upstairs.

“Ahh, getting ready are you?” he said. “Did those movers get you all hot and bothered?”

“Oh yes dear, but all I could think of was you” she said in a rather unconvincing, to me, voice.

“Is junior in bed”

“Yes, he’s sound asleep now dear”

“Good, now get on the bed”, and as he said that, he pulled down his pants and his MAYBE, giving him the benefit of the doubt, 4” “pickle” of a cock appeared. She went to the bed and I could see him get on top of her pulling the g-string to the side. “Is this what you’ve been waiting for all day my little slut” as he appeared to thrust into her.

“Oh yes dear, do me good! You’re so big you are splitting me apart” I could hear her say. “oh my dear you are so big, you are going to make me cum, oh baby baby.

Now I’m no expert, but she was putting on one heck of a show. As he was banging her, I could see her rubbing her eye and scratching her nose all the while her husband was going at her.

“I’m cumming babe, I’m cumming” I could hear him say in what must have been at most a minute.

“Oh me too baby, I’m cumming too” and with that she let out a fake scream and I could hear him yell “yes, yes yes”.

He got off her. “There, that should do you for another few days I’m sure” he said.

“Oh yes it will dear, thank you, you are wonderful”, I heard her say.

With that he walked to the door and turned off the lite. She left the lite off and I saw him downstairs eating his sandwich being so proud of himself.

The next morning I was awoken with the sound of a car. I looked out, bleary eyed and saw Mr. Preston, dressed in a suit, carrying a small suitcase, getting in a taxi. He drove off. I looked across to their bedroom. The blinds had been closed. Later that afternoon I went to my room to see if I had missed anything. The bedroom blinds were open but one sign of her in the house. As I was about to go work out some more, I looked into the backyard and there she was, laying on a blanket in the backyard, tiny black bikini on sun tanning. She was laying so that I could see perfectly up her legs. She would casually open and close her legs giving me a perfect view of her pussy lips hidden behind the almost transparent thin black material. I got out my binoculars and as I did, within seconds, she spread her legs and pulled her bikini bottoms evn lower than they already were showing a tiny tuft of hair. Their son, he might have been 2, was playing in the kiddie pool that she had set up for him beside the in ground pool. I watched her and started stroking my hardening cock. She started rubbing her inner thighs up and down; her thumbs rubbing her pussy over the material. She had sunglasses on but I didn’t think she could see me. Then she got up and dived into the water. As she came up, her bikini top had come off. She swam over and picked it out of the water and then started putting it on as she got out of the pool. The high fence around our properties meant that only I had this show.