Property Lines

A Collaborative Fantasy

This piece is a collaborative story where Astro Projecting and I alternated POV’s. I’m really proud of the story and hope we can continue it…
Jerry deserves it. 😘

Photo by Anne Nygård on Unsplash

Jerry sat by the window in a chair he had dragged up to the guest bedroom from his office. He pulled the curtain aside with one hand, peeping through the small, inch-wide opening down onto the backyard of his next-door neighbor.

The mid-morning sun lit up his lightly weathered face, bringing out his dark irises. His wife, Mandy, used to tell him, early on in their relationship, that his eyes sometimes scared her with how empty and fathomless they seemed. Like they could devour someone whole, she used to say.

Jerry’s chest rose and fell evenly as he scanned his neighbor’s backyard: eyes flicking back and forth between the grass lawn and the sliding back doors of the house.

For the past three days, he had sat in this exact spot from ten in the morning till the sun went overhead and past his window. Scanning, scouting, hunting for a sign. He’d get so absorbed that his lips would run dry and sweat would run freely down his face and his neck. He would sit unbothered, unmoving.

From the very first day, all he’d wanted was to catch another glimpse.

Of her.

His young, delicious neighbor.

Jerry absent-mindedly ran his fingers through his silver hair. At fifty-five, most of his friends and colleagues had lost their locks but his had held on. His friends had also accumulated weight around their faces, necks and midsections over time, but running and weight-training had kept Jerry in remarkably good shape. A dad-bod but hotter, Mandy would say.

The only signs of aging he sometimes exhibited was impatience. But so far, sitting next to the window for the past three days, he had been nothing but patient.

And ten minutes later, he was rewarded as the back door slid open.

***

As I step out onto my patio, I pretend not to notice him.

For three days I’ve seen the old man next door watching the house. Every time I passed by my sliding glass window I would catch a glimpse of his curtain swaying; moved aside by a single finger to reveal a sliver of his face.

It’s a complete accident I noticed in the first place, really. A rainbow, of all things, cast just inside onto my wall. The sun had to have hit his watch or wedding band or glasses… something… just perfectly in that exact moment for me to see it.

I had just finished a little photo shoot for my boyfriend in the sunbeam coming through and there it was. The rainbow.

I had no idea he’d be able to see in–wouldn’t the reflection off of my window create a glare hiding me from view? That’s what I had thought all those times–but now that I know? I get a thrill thinking about it.

Today is the perfect temperature for my day off. I had already planned on getting a head start on a tan for our trip next month so when I saw him positioned there, waiting, I decided to make it memorable.

The bracelet around my ankle tickles as I step out, the warm deck immediately heating my A/C frozen toes.

I spread the beach blanket out—my ass facing him, of course—set my ice water next to it, and kneel.

Suntan lotion glides across my shoulders, arms, and stomach easily and when it’s all rubbed in I glance up at his window.

With a wink, I reach behind me and unhook the bikini top.

***

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Jerry sat bolt upright. He watched as his neighbor sashayed out with her blanket draped over one forearm, a glass filled with water in one hand and sunscreen in the other.

She was wearing a skimpy bikini which left just enough to the imagination.

Jerry gulped as he watched her walk out on the deck, turn around and bend over. The twin globes of her shapely ass stirred something deep inside him as he fixated on them.

He leaned forward in his chair, almost pressing his face into the glass of his window.

Mandy had a killer body when she was his neighbor’s age, but she’d always leaned skinny. This girl, however, was curvy and filled out in all the right places.

Her thighs were juicy and Jerry wondered what they would feel like in his hands… hung over his shoulders.

The girl smoothed out the blanket, turned to face Jerry’s house, and knelt.

Her bright red hair shone like Autumn weathered cornsilk under the radiant sun. She reminded Jerry of his first girlfriend from college - Debra. They were an item about half a decade before he had met Mandy.

Debra and Jerry used to skip class to go to nude beaches during the day. They had spent many an afternoon lazing on the sand, interspersed with excursions into the sea. Debra had a thin frame, like Mandy, but she had a fantastic ass.

That’s why, when Jerry had spotted his neighbor for the first time three days ago, he had had a strong sense of deja-vu. Memories of his youth had flashed through his brain—of watching Debra’s ripe, tanned ass cheeks as she lay on her belly.

Of grabbing and roughly fondling them.

Of running his hands through her silky, red-gold locks.

Of gripping the back of her skull as she bobbed her head up and down, her lips wrapped around his cock.

Jerry had immediately felt a tent forming in the front of his pants as he watched his neighbor. He had only spied on her for about half a minute, but that had given him enough ammunition to go to his bedroom while his wife was out, and jerk off furiously like he hadn’t done in ages.

Funnily enough, he hadn’t thought of Debra while doing so. Nor Mandy. His neighbor had awoken something in him that day, and as he came, he had pictured grabbing her juicy ass and unloading on her upturned face.

Since then, Jerry had spent the mornings seated by the window in the guest bedroom, which looked out over her backyard. Hoping, yearning for a glimpse of her beautiful, ripe, sultry body again.

Jerry found himself getting hard once again as he spied on her rubbing sunscreen lotion on her body.

He imagined that it was his hands running over her skin, over her arms, her shoulders, her enticingly fleshy belly.

He imagined smelling her scent—for some reason he imagined she smelt like patchouli and amber.

He pictured her flinching a little as his fingers lightly grazed her back and sides, just like Debra used to.

He imagined working his way down the sides and under her heavy breasts, on the pretense of rubbing sunscreen on her.

He couldn’t, however, imagine how they felt in his hands. Neither Debra nor Mandy were as well-endowed as her.

So he felt his breath catch in his throat, when he watched her lock eyes with him and pulled her top off, revealing their full heft and magnificence to him.

***

God I wish he’d show more of himself. The curtains moved as I took my top off, but I want to see the look on his face.

Is he smiling, shocked, dumbstruck?

Well, if he isn’t already hard, he will be in a second.

I squirt some more lotion in my hands and rub them together to spread out the cream. Then, one hand on each tit, I massage it into each breast.

At first I look down at what I’m doing, but then I get more bold. I raise my eyes toward his window pretending to have direct eye contact with him.

I lick my lips imagining him down here.

With a wink, I raise my face up to the sky, elongating my neck and running my hands up, cresting at my chin, then going back down making sure the lotion is completely absorbed into my skin.

My long red hair tickles my back when a slight breeze catches it. It’s a warm day, but a storm is coming so the wind is cool on my bare torso. My nipples pebble and the thought of him seeing, lust drunk, sends a shiver down my spine.

I take a sip of my water, “accidentally” letting a few drops spill onto my chest, before leaning back and laying down.

Before I’d even come out here, I’d wondered which direction to lay. I determined, though, that putting my feet toward the neighbor’s yard was the best bet. It would give him a great view of my tits, but also if I rolled over, my ass.

The hot sun and cool breeze across my skin takes my imagination on an adventure.

A few weeks ago, I saw Jerry in his front yard mowing when I came home from work. It was obvious he took good care of himself. As I pulled into the driveway, he bent over to pull a stick out of the way. The fabric of his shorts rode up a little and clung to his body.

He has a nice ass. There’s no denying it.

Sweat soaked his shirt, sticking to the defined muscles of his shoulders and arms.

Today, eyes closed and topless on a blanket, I daydream of having those arms wrapped around me. His strong hands cupping my ass or even trailing inside my thighs toward the only piece of fabric I’m wearing.

As if without thought, my legs rub together at the growing ache building between them.

My breaths deepen at the thought of his finger pushing the fabric aside and slipping in.

My hand moves, brushing along my stomach and tucking inside the waistband of my swimsuit bottoms.

Lost in my fantasy, I almost forget where I am and who is watching me.

Almost.

Knowing he’s there, hidden in the dark, spurs me on.

Is his hand mirroring my own?

Is his need so strong he can’t help himself?

The second my finger circles my clit, I know there’s no going back.

***

Jerry watched breathlessly as his neighbor seemingly put on a show for him.

He had, in the past, spied on women on nude beaches, watched them strip down to nothing, rub lotion all over their bodies and lie on the sand baring everything to the world.

But no one had done it for him.

None of those women thought of or even knew he was watching. There was a thrill in that, watching someone get naked, but seeing someone show off while doing so took it to a whole other dimension.

And show off not just for anyone, but him and only him!

His hand pulled the curtain aside another couple of inches. His dick strained in his shorts, threatening to rip the fabric.

His other hand went almost unconsciously to grab and stroke it, as he watched her turn her face up to the sky and massage the lotion from her neck down to her tits.

He imagined his hand wrapped around her throat, her face turned up to his and begging him, pleading with him to let her have a taste of his cock.

He imagined reaching down and grabbing one of her tits in his hand, squeezing the ripe flesh and roughly tweaking and pulling her nipples between his fingers.

As if responding to his imagination, the girl’s nipples hardened in front of him, standing out against their barbell piercings.

Jerry grunted as he watched her lay back, Her tits settling on her chest, catching every bit of the sun which shone down on her deck. Her piercings and ankle bracelet glinted in the light.

She was right there, laid out like a delicious meal.

He could walk down the stairs, cross his backyard, and dig into her bountiful young body like a hungry caveman.

But Jerry didn’t want to break the spell. This felt like watching a movie, albeit one made only for him, and he didn’t want this to end.

His hand had, in the past couple of minutes, slipped inside his shorts, pulled them down and begun to stroke his now fully-hard cock.

He wondered what Mandy would do if she found him like this, shorts around his ankles, cock rock hard and leaking precum, grunting and stroking himself as he spied on his neighbour—who was likely half his age—with unbridled lust.

He wondered if she’d be outraged, yell at him, storm out of the house, key his car, file for divorce.

Or would this finally spark something in her after a long, painful time. After all those nights of lying next to each other but being in separate worlds, of flinching when he tried to touch her intimately.

Jerry wondered if she would get down on her knees, open her mouth and take him whole, blowing him as his eyes remained fixed on their neighbor. Him face-fucking Mandy roughly as she struggled to keep him contained between her lips, drooling spit from the corners of her mouth. Would she, when he finally came, keep his length pointed firmly down her throat, or would she pull her head back, catching his load with her face.

And would his loving, doting wife of thirty years then clean his cock with her tongue before getting up, walking back to their marital bed and opening her legs for him to fuck her while he pictured his neighbor in his head?

It seemed that all this psycho-sexual energy had found its way down to his neighbor as well.

She had slipped one hand down the front of her thong, and was currently rubbing her mound with her legs wantonly splayed out on the deck.

Jerry’s hot breath fogged up the glass as he pumped his cock furiously to the sight of her.

Something deep had shifted in his life in the past couple of days, and he knew, as he stood there lusting dangerously after his young neighbor, that he had set off on a path which there would be no turning back from.