Dear Nifty Reader: Here's the next installment of a new story about my favorite young couple, Travis and Lily. Soon after they met, they took a cruise where bisexually liberated Lily taught Travis to explore his bisexual side (see `Travis and Lily Take a Cruise', below); he's now hooked on just about any kind of sex between just about anybody. This is a story about them building the ultimate suburban Florida exhibitionist's sex palace! Please make a contribution to Nifty, so that horny fuckers like me can keep posting these stories! I love feedback, by the way.
Chapter 14- Spying on the Neighbors
During the next couple of days, we learned that the house behind us had been purchased, and the new owners were moving in. I came home from work after dark that evening and caught Lily spying through binoculars at the people in the brightly lit house. Evidently the movers had just left as every room had a stack of boxes and furniture had appeared where there'd been none before.
"Anything interesting yet?" I asked, stepping into our kitchen.
Lily jumped slightly at being caught, but lowered the binocs long enough to welcome me home. I got the usual peck on the cheek along with the usual squeeze of my package through my slacks.
"I think we hit the jackpot... she's stunning and he's an absolute hunk. It also looks like they've got a young man living with them, but I can't figure out the relationship, since he looks to be about 16 or 17 and the couple are only in their late 20s or 30 at the most... he's quite a hunk too, I might add.
"Well," I offered, "let's see if our well-placed cameras can shed some light on their activities so you don't have to tire out your arms holding those heavy binocs.
With that, we adjourned to the living room and fired up the external portion of our system that we installed with the express intent to spy on these very neighbors. This was the first neighboring house to be occupied, so we were anxious to test the system and see what we could see of real' people and not just construction bubbas and their attendant butt cracks. The screen was filled with six smaller squares- - or tiles'- - much like a closed-circuit security display, showing us the areas where the various cameras were focused on. The software was directing each camera to focus on those rooms that were currently lit up, but by manipulating the control console, I told it to only concentrate on the two or three with activity; the scene narrowed to those three rooms instantly.
Indeed, the lady of the house was a stunner. She wore a white blouse unbuttoned to show substantial cleavage; she'd tied the bottom up around her tight midsection, giving us a pretty good view of her flat, toned abs and cute little `innie.' Her short-shorts left little to the imagination and I was especially taken with her tight, round ass as she sauntered to and fro in the kitchen. We could even see the creases under each butt-cheek when she faced away and bent down.
"Let me drive for a minute," said Lily as she took the control tablet from me.
The presumed husband was busy installing the home theater and stereo system in the massive living room and his tight t-shirt gave us a pretty good view of his well-muscled chest and arms. His tight-fitting jeans failed to conceal the bubble butt in back and fat bulge in front that he sported. At the moment, we couldn't locate the third occupant, assuming he'd stepped into a bathroom or somewhere our cameras could not see just then.
Taking back the controls, I said "let's see how clear these images really are.
The screen shots were crystal clear and I played with the zoom feature after returning to the wife. Lily poked me in the ribs as I zoomed in tight on her cleavage. The picture was so clear, we could see every little freckle and tiny mole on her ample, jiggling chest. Moving out slightly, we could see her beautiful blue eyes as well. Knowing Lily wanted equal time, I switched to the living room and zoomed in once again to a tight shot of the husband's ass. We were delighted to see that we could read the small red `Levis' tab on his back pocket and even see from the leather patch at his waist that he wore size 32/34s.
Since we had a dinner engagement that night- - and were probably already late- - I set up the system to only follow activity of the new neighbors and record their movements for the next several hours in hopes that we'd get a moment or two of intimacy to watch after we got home.
After a boring three hours at an obligatory work-related dinner event, we returned home and plopped down on the couch. I fired up the system to see what the new neighbors had been up to while we were gone. Per Lily's request, I focused first on the husband. The tablet had a setting called transitions' and we selected that option first. It gave us six or so screens with small before' and after' images delineating episodes' that the software thought would show changes in activity. The system was pretty sophisticated, as it correctly showed a before' and after' of him removing his t-shirt as he was evidently done moving boxes around the living room. Next was a before/after' of him leaving the living room and appearing in a new room- - now the master bedroom. The next one got a little more interesting as the before' showed him with his jeans on and the after' showed him in just his tightie-whities- - a transition that Lily was very interested in. The next one got even better as the before' was very similar to the previous after'- - see the earlier tightie-whitie comment- - and the after' showed his white ass-cheeks as he sauntered into the bathroom, presumably to take a shower. We were sorry that the layout of the house denied us a peek into their bathroom, but as we would learn later, the very liberated wife showed us that an open bathroom door and a new well-placed dresser mirror allowed for almost full access to their large bath and walk-in shower.
Lily asked if we could play the entire sequences captured by the before' and afters' of those last three episodes. Almost without delay, I hit play on the first one and it showed us about 30 seconds prior to the `before' shot all the way through him removing his tee-shirt, wiping his face and sweaty torso with it and walking out of the room. The video stopped and we selected the next set of shots. Again, the software initially showed us an empty bedroom and he soon wandered in, threw his tee-shirt on the bed and walked over to the window and peered down at the back yard. The pool light reflected on his damp skin, giving him a slight bluish tinge. He then turned and walked back toward the bed and the video stopped once again.
"I get to run this one," said Lily, again taking the tablet and selecting play on the next episode.
He turned and walked toward the bed. Bending down, he unlaced his sneakers, kicking them off right where he stood. He straightened up and immediately unfastened his jeans, pulling them down over his well-muscled ass; then kicked them off onto the bed next to his tee-shirt. Then the image stopped, just as before.
"OK, here comes the money shot!" she said as she clicked on the last one.
Almost immediately- - I guess the system only gave you 30 seconds if there was that much time between episodes- - off came the jockeys and the stud stood for a minute handling his junk- - sadly out of our view with his back to the camera- - and scratching his white ass before strolling off to the bathroom. His tan lines betrayed his penchant for a `speedo' style swimming suit. The video stopped just as the bathroom door closed.
"Since that's the last transition shown on the husband shots, I guess he's either still in the bathroom or the system didn't see him transition out of there... let's check the time stamp." I replayed the last transition and checked the time when he closed the bathroom door.
"It says he shut that door about half an hour ago, so he's either sleeping in there or he likes long showers.
"Why don't we check the wife transitions next," said Lily. "Maybe that will shed some light on what's going on over there, since I don't see any other rooms lit up just now.
Sure enough, when we checked on the wife, there were only two transitions displayed- - one as she left the kitchen and showed up in the master bedroom and a second one as she removed her shirt or blouse in the bedroom and headed for the bathroom wearing just her cutoffs and a small, tight bra.
"Check the time stamp... see there... she went into the bathroom about 5 minutes before the husband did... if I'm right, they're in the shower together, probably fucking up a storm just out of view! Damn!
Since there'd been no further activity for either the wife or husband, we decided to have a look at any other transition that the system recorded. Sure enough, there were two episodes recorded with the young kid' as the subject. In the before' shot of the first transition, he was captured in the kitchen talking with the wife, obviously having just come in from the garage. The adjacent after' showed him enter the bedroom at the other end of the house from the master. The second transition before' shot showed him sitting in front of a computer, the only illumination from the large monitor before him.
"Wow- - look at the `after' shot... we've got to watch this one!" said Lily, excitedly.
Sure enough, the `after' captured in a still shot in the same spot in front of the computer, but now he had removed all but his boxers- - which were visibly tented and straining to contain an obviously very large and very hard cock.
"Play the whole clip, Trav," said Lily.
Sure enough, as the clip started, the kid was staring at the screen, typing something onto the keyboard. As the scene progressed, he stood and removed his tee-shirt and dropped his jeans, revealing a barely contained boner, then sat back down in his plaid boxers. As he studied the screen, he casually stroked his dick through his shorts, cradling his balls between strokes. The clip stopped running after about 20 seconds.
Lily quietly got up and, reaching for the binoculars, carefully scanned the house.
"He's still at the desk, but I can't make out many details... these cameras are awesome!
"Let's see what the camera sees now, I said, manipulating the system to enhance this view.
Selecting the two cameras that had coverage on that end of the house, our 60-inch monitor was soon bisected with two views of the same room, one from the angle of the camera high in our soffits and the other a view from a large tree in our backyard. Both showed a now completely nude teenager in full masturbatory glory. His hand was flying up and down on his ample cock while his balls had retracted up to the base, indicating he was close to cumming for us.
"I can't see his monitor in either shot very clearly," said Lily. "Is there anything we can do to see what's turning him on so much?
"Not unless he turns the screen more toward the window," I answered, "but let's get a closer look at that nice, hard cock.
I zoomed in closer on the camera with the best angle- - the one in the tree at the back of our lot- - and was impressed to see the wet, shiny glans glistening with pre-cum ooze and reflecting the light from his monitor.
"He's really leaking over there... I'll bet he's about to shoot a big load... don't move the camera, Trav. I want to see this explosion.
As if on cue, the kid grabbed his thick dick with both hands and began stroking full length, squishing his retracted nut-sack with each down-stroke. Almost immediately, a large rope of cum spurted out of his bloated, slick cock, leaving a strand of white jizz from his right clavicle all the way down to his navel. It was followed by three more on that side, one even overshooting his shoulder, splashing on the chair-back. He then changed his aim and three more shot up under his chin and left chest area. After that, a couple of shorter shots landed on his rippled stomach and the last one ran down his hand and puddled in his scant pubic hair. Fuckin' awesome!
"Wow, I haven't seen anyone cum that much since our cruise, Trav... that was outstanding!
I had to admit I was also hard as a rock watching this young stud pleasure himself, but I was a little ashamed that watching a legal `child' jack off got me so aroused.
"I don't think we'd better save this episode, Lily... I don't want to get arrested for generating or keeping child pornography.
"I hadn't thought of that, Trav, but I guess you're right- - he is obviously under age. As soon as you've erased that part of the tape, let's check back on the master and see if the adults have come out of the bathroom yet.
When I was done erasing all the shots of the kid, Lily took the tablet and refocused the system on the master bedroom/bath, but the search was fruitless. The lights were now off and I guess we missed the couple come out of the bathroom and crawl into bed. I'd have to ask Vic why the system failed to show their transition from the bathroom over to the bed, but I surmised that since we had taken over manual control to watch the kid jack off, the system was no longer watching the rest of the house and therefore was not registering `transitions.'
Using the binoculars for one last check on the `kid' and I was amazed to see his boner either hadn't abated one bit or had re-grown to its previous rampant state as he languidly stroked it up and down!
Putting down the tablet, Lily said "Trav, that got me so horny that I'm sopping wet." She stood and dropped her shorts and panties to the floor, kicking them over in the corner by the hamper and plopping down on the bed. She spread her legs and stroked her pussy, audible sloshing sounds mixed with her whimpers as she jammed her fingers again and again deep into her wet cunt.
"Stay in the chair over there and get your pants off, Trav ... that's it, I love it when you lower your pants and your dick is already big and hard... stroke that big cock for me... I want to watch you pleasure yourself over there while I get off here... spray your thick goo up onto your chest and stomach just like that kid just did.
I knew there was a reason I stayed with this girl.