Story Title -- My Black DILF Neighbor
Category -- Adult-Friends, Authoritarian, Interracial
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Chapter 3
From the next day, something changed. I felt it. I saw him on the terrace more often than before trying to catch a glimpse of me. I saw him working out on this bench wearing nothing but a pair of shorts. Or pacing along the 3' partition wall between our terraces while talking on the phone. His voice was loud enough to be heard on this side, a little louder than before.
In the morning, when I swam in the pool, I saw Mr. Woods in his plaid boxer, sipping his coffee on the front terrace, looking at me. I avoided eye contact with him but I loved the fact that I was being watched. My fascination-turned-crush was watching me from a distance elated my ego. By this point, I started having a lot of questions about myself and my sexuality.
He is an eye candy himself. I loved ogling him every change I got. Watching him in just those boxers, bare chested and everything, made me go nuts. After coming from work in the evening, I started hanging out on the front patio pretending to be reading a book or listening to music, just to get a glimpse of him. He would just wave a hello whenever our eyes caught. He would lock eyes with me longer than normal. I would get so nervous after that I would take my eyes off of him. But that was all.
Another day, another wet dream. In the dream, I saw myself lying naked on a rectangular patio table with my hands stretched along the length, my head almost hanging and my legs spread vertically up in a V-shape held by Mr. Woods' strong muscular hands. His cock buried deep inside me. His friends cheering him to take me, give me a fuck of my life, shouting, "Harder, Faster, Deeper". Me moaning in ecstasy for the approaching orgasm as Mr. Woods' big cock pumps again and again in me.
Again I woke up unfinished in heat in the middle of night. Opened the bedroom window to let some air in. I pulled out my prostate massager and the lube from the drawer, pushed the toy in, closed my eyes and relived the dream in my head as I slow-fucked myself to an explosive orgasm, spraying juices all over my upper body, while chanting his name again and again and again. I had no idea when I went back to sleep after the volcano erupted.
One late Friday evening, I saw Mr. Woods and Karen making out on the terrace. She sat in his lap both kissing and smooching passionately. A while later, his polo shirt was on the floor and her top was unbuttoned. Next, his hands were in her bra and her hands caressing his muscular chest, and massaging the manhood in his shorts. Minutes later, he was finger-fucking her, making her moan and groan.
Next I saw her sitting on the chair blowing Mr. Woods standing on her side. Minutes later, they were leaving for their bedroom, still clinging to one another. I wasn't watching porn, I was watching Mr. Woods with Susan live through the slit of my bedroom window.
What happens to a sex-starved guy when he sees this? That's exactly what happened to me. It is like cutting off the porn, without seeing the actors' climax. I wanted to see them do it. The thought of `what if' I could peek into their bedroom while they are doing it crept in my cunning mind and I started devising a plan.
I was dying to see them doing it. After waiting for a little while, I couldn't resist the urge and finally decided to do something. So I snuck over the boundary wall, crawled to the front patio, went around behind a chair in the dark, crept up to one and peeked in. I tried to be as quiet as possible. My hard cock was throbbing in my shorts like it was leading the way. My heart was pounding!
I looked through the window in the dimly-lit room. There they were on their bed stark naked. He was sitting against the headboard on the post bed with his legs stretched out, completely naked, his enormous cock out. She was lying naked between his legs, sucking his cock. It seemed even bigger than I'd pictured! I watched for a few minutes, aroused and fascinated again at its strength and power. It seemed to grow bigger with each throb, and he was clearly in another world of pleasure. Her left hand was playing with his balls, rolling them in her big fist, groaning as she tugged on his hairy eggs. His muscles were flexing and pumping as she stroked him. I couldn't believe he left them wide open. Room was dimly lit but there was enough light falling on them. I wished I had to go in there! I quietly crept around to the window to get a better view.
His head was thrown back in ecstasy and his eyes were closed. They couldn't see me. I wanted to get even a better view of them, so I crouched down and silently crawled down to the side window and quietly went up the metal spiral stairs to get a top view of them from the top of the window. >From there I saw him lost in his pleasure being given a wet blowjob. His muscular arms, his chiseled abs and pecks, his strong legs, all of him shining in the dim yellow light falling from the ceiling.
Few minutes later, Susan was on her back on the edge of the bed with her legs spread out on the muscular back of Mr. Woods. My Woods was eating her pussy. Karen was making all sorts of noises. He was making her writhe with pleasure, moaning, her thighs quivering and legs twitching, as she grasped the sheets.
After a while, he pushed his cock into her, as she whimpered in pleasure. Slowly he started pumping his cock in and out and the bed started making a creaking sound.
"Ohhhhhhh, Bill . . . Yessssss . . ." her moaning got louder and shriller.
I could hear him growling once in a while too, low throaty grunts of pleasure. But her moaning was unrelenting! As he would increase the speed, Susan would ask him to slow down, go easy and he would slow down. She placed her hands on his chest and her hands on his hips to control his movements.
I felt a stirring in my tummy. My asshole was twitching now, and I saw Mr Woods kick it into high gear. The bed was complaining loudly, and both Karen and Mr. Woods were making lots of noise. He was pounding her hard, and they were both loving it. They must have been at it for some time now, and he started fucking her faster and harder. Her wailing turned into a real scream as he fucked her right into an orgasm! I saw him on top of her, plowing deep into her as he blew, both of them screaming out with ecstasy. He collapsed on top of her, panting and sweating. She reached around and caresses his broad, strong back.
Just then my balls twitched and I came! Blasted up into shorts over and over, six or seven big thick shots of boycum, my balls contracting, my head swimming. I was gasping for air. Oh my God! That was the first time I'd come all day, and it was a huge one! As I floated down to earth, I tiptoed down the stairs, crawled across the boundary and got in my bedroom.
A few minutes later, I heard voices across the way. I came to the window and looked out at his apartment through the slit. I didn't catch what they were talking, but next thing I knew he appeared at the window! He strutted over to the window, to close it. He stood there with his big dick swinging, practically hanging out the window! But he didn't care. He just stood there for all to see. All too soon, he shut the window and disappeared from view.
For next one week, my mind was filled with the images of that night, image of him being naked, hard and fucking like a stallion. Whenever I lay in my bed, my stubborn cock refused to soften and my hand couldn't help but be compelled to jack it frantically, fantasizing about him. A fantasy that I wanted to turn into reality.
---To Be Continued---