H.S. Smut : Short Stories

boy next door

I haven't introduced myself. I don't know if I plan to. Would that be weird? Do people even do that anymore?

I stand, doing my dishes and my window peers into part of the new neighbors next door. He is outside, shirtless and mowing his lawn. He pushes the mower effortlessly as he seems to be singing to the music in his ears through his headset.

His mower stops and he bends down, pulling the string to start it back up. His muscles flex, all that adorns his body are short yellow shorts and a towel around his shoulders. He takes the towel occasionally and wipes his sweat.

I realize I have been washing the same cup for who knows how long as I pull myself out of my gaze. Why am I staring at him? Now I'm just being creepy. Fuck.

I finish my dishes, taking a few peeks. As I'm done I go to my room, trying to distract myself from the hot new guy next door and his mower buzzing.

I open my curtains, allowing in the bright sunlight. My bed is right next to the window and I look out, seeing the new boys bedroom window is perfectly aligned with mine...a look directly to his bed and bathroom...and shower. Mine was the same layout so he could see that of mine as well.

I realize the buzzing of the mower had stopped as I flick on my TV to the dark history channel.

Something catches my eye and I turn, seeing the boy now in his room. I gasp and look away as he removes his shorts, having no idea I can see him.

I can't help but bring my gaze back to him. I stare, my hand over my mouth as I question myself. I'm being so creepy right now...but he is so hot.

"Fuck," I choke as I see his bare ass, standing in his bathroom, pulling a towel out and hanging it on the glass shower door rack. Am I about to watch this man shower?

I turn my TV off, for some reason expecting to hear his shower but of course I can't. I turn my bedroom light off, making it completely dark so he doesn't see me.

He steps into his shower, the steam blurring my vision slightly. I watch as his fluffy hair is flattened by the water, his torso flexing as he lifts his arms, his cock loosely hanging in front of his hips...what am I doing. This is so wrong.

Suddenly he takes himself in his hand, slowly stroking himself. I peel my eyes away and laugh at myself. Holy fucking shit. Thats so hot. What do I do?

I find myself looking back, my fingers finding my wet spot between my legs. I watch him as he strokes himself, his free hand holding high about the shower doors, his body flexing. The steam continues to fog his glass and I let out a whimper is disapproval.

I slowly rub myself through my panties, biting my finger as I moan softly. My eyes stuck on the tan figure pleasuring himself unknowingly to me.

I watch him for about 2 minutes before he slows his movements, his body tenses and his head falls back. He must have climaxed. Fucking shit that was so hot. I've soaked my panties and bit teeth marks into my finger.

He washes himself and steps from the shower, his cock in full view now. I let out another whimper as he grabs his towel, shaking it on his head before drying his body. He steps into the bedroom, completely bare to my wondering eyes.

He walks to his window and I freeze, afraid somehow he will see me. My heart stops as he looks across to my room with a large grin across his lips. He bites his lip before closing his curtains...did he know I was watching? How could he have?

I stand, closing my curtains quickly, my heart racing. It slows down as I proceed to change myself and go to bed...contemplating doing the same for him. Maybe he would like a show too.