Peeping Neighbor

Coming home from school became Jeff's favorite part of the day after his new neighbor moved in. He saw her during her move in the neighboring backyard by chance when he peered out his bedroom window. He watched a tall, thick, wild-haired blonde woman telling movers where to put her wicker chairs and other pool furniture.

It was an enormous house, at least 5,000 square feet with expansive grounds. He watched and rarely saw the buxom amazon from his window, catching a glimpse of her only twice again during the last two weeks after school.

Everyday he came home immediately after school and peeped at his neighbor, hoping to catch a glimpse of her and jerk off. But today was different, it was the last day of school for Jeff.

He unlocked his heavy front door and flew upstairs as quickly as possible through the long hallway into his secluded bedroom. From one window he could peer into his neighbor's backyard where lay a large square pool surrounded by trees and high bushes. No one could see in except for Jeff's corner window. For the last two weeks of school, Jeff stared out his window after class hoping to spy his neighbor in her garden or her pool or anything for that matter.

Today luck bestowed a special prize for him: his neighbor decided to sun herself, lying on a lounge chair, face-down. He could see her perfectly more than one hundred feet away, but he retrieved his binoculars from his desk to get a better look.

She had a firm, thick figure with wide hips, firm thighs and round bubble butt, eating her turquoise bikini. He stared intently for what could have been an hour or ten seconds before she pulled herself up and wobbled on to her side, before flopping on her back, giving him a good look at her breasts and flat stomach.

He caught himself drooling, watching her inch around the lounge chair getting comfortable, watching her enormous breasts jiggle in her tight bikini top.

*Her tits looked at least an E cup*, he thought to himself.

She sat there for a few minutes before reaching over and picking up her cell phone. She sat forward lifting her sunglasses and peering at the screen before answering. She stood up and wandered around the pool while talking. After a moment she laughed, and Jeff watched her enormous tits sway and quake with each giggle.

Jeff watched her walk back and forth. As she spoke, he noticed she started to play with the string ties of her bikini. Her hand brushed up and down between her squished breasts, then pulled gently at her nipple through the thin fabric of her bikini.

She stood at least six feet tall, wild sandy-blonde hair, and a thick, firm build. Her small bikini did little to cover her golden skin and seemed to strain against her voluptuous figure and heaving breasts.

After chatting on the phone for a minute, she dropped down on one knee in the chair and bent over gathering her things. At this point Jeff got a clear look at her round ass. Her thick round ass engulfed her bikini bottoms. Then, after gathering her phone, sunglasses and towel, she moved toward the house, and he watched her wild messy hair and larger perky boobs bounce as she walked.

*Who is this woman?* He said to himself. He could not tell how old she was, which made him more curious about her. She looked mature, but could not have been older than 35, He did not know and did not care.

He left the window after a few minutes. He looked at the clock: 3:50.

"Oh man..." he said, "I guess that's it for today."

He walked to the front of the house to look out front, maybe see her again. After walking down his long hallway and into another bedroom, he peered through the blinds out across his front yard and toward his neighbor's house. Nothing new.

He sighed and retreated to his bedroom.

He ate dinner with his parents.

"Your mother and I planned a trip this summer... You are welcome to join us Jeffy, but you are old enough that I think you can be an adult and make up your own mind about what you want to do this summer?" His father spoke, staring blankly into the center of the large, heavy rectangular table.

"Where?" Jeff asked.

"Well, we wanted to go to the lake for a month and maybe fly into Hawaii after that."

Jeff looked at his parents.

"I was thinking about staying here and making the most of what little freedom I have before going to college in the Fall." Jeff said.

"Alright, son. Please take care of the house for us while we are away... Oh yes, our new neighbor in the old big place... have you met them?"

*Them*?

"No"

"I met them a few days ago after they moved in," his mother spoke. "A mother... and daughter. Real cute, maybe you could get a little friend this summer?" His mother smiled a half-smile at Jeff.

*Yes, that would be amazing*

Jeff's mind raced, thinking about which one he had had the pleasure of seeing. He ate the rest of his food quickly.

"May I be excused?" Jeff asked, staring at an empty plate.

"Of course" his father replied.

Jeff dashed out of the kitchen. As he reached the hallway he could hear his mother say to his father:

"Now we can definitely go to that beach I told you about... and get the lover's suite!"

Jeff scrambled upstairs and into his room, leaving the lights off and quickly moved to the window hoping to see someone. He put on a movie and lay in bed hoping for activity next door...

Jeff awoke the next morning to his parents knocking on the door. He bolted out of bed and opened the door to his father.

"Your mother and I are headed out, since you do not wish to join, we are leaving early!"

"Huh?" Jeff muttered

"You wanted to stay here. I think this will be good for everyone." His father said. "I talked with our neighbor this morning... Helena and her daughter Natasha... I told Helena what our plans are, and she said you are more than welcome to join them whenever for any reason or if you feel lonely. Remember, they have a pool over there!"

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He waved goodbye as they drove away in their black Range Rover.

*Alright! Time to spy on that chick all summer!*

He walked to the edge of his family's property (a large house, well built and in a secluded wealthy neighborhood), wandering through the dozen or so large and small trees in the yard to get a clear view of the front of his neighbor's house. He saw a small silver Porsche and red Jeep Wrangler in the long curved driveway.

*Someone* he thought, *is home*

He ran back to his room and viewed through his binoculars toward the pool and seeing nothing, looked at the time... 7:42 am.

"Oh" he said out loud.

He took the morning to eat and wander the house with his binoculars looking through any other windows that looked onto the neighboring property, finding another in a guest bathroom on the second floor. In the window he could see through the trees to a balcony that overlooked the pool. It had several doors and windows. And what luck, at ten o'clock, one opened as he stared.

The tall elegant woman he had seen earlier stepped out on the balcony wearing a short silk night gown, brushing her hair. He noticed her nipples pressing against the smooth shiny fabric as her huge tits swayed. Peering through the binoculars he could see with each move of the brush in her hair, her too short nightie rode up a little occasionally revealing the tops of her thighs. He felt his dick twitch. He pulled it out and began stroking himself gently.

After a standing alone for a moment another door opened! An equally tall and voluptuous woman walked out wearing knee-high socks, a thin tank top that revealed her areolas on her large firm pointy tits under the thin fabric, and a small, tight, red g-string hugging her full swaying hips. They looked similar, but this new girl had short black hair and paler skin.

He almost lost control and came in his hand and had to steady himself, but he had never in his life held those binoculars more evenly than in that moment, staring at two beautiful women on a balcony. The short-haired girl moved toward the blonde and embraced her, their tits pushing against each other, and kissed the other on the cheek. Then the blonde turned to face the raven-haired girl and held her tightly around the waist, their nipples touching and pressed their lips together. Their kiss lasted a few seconds. The raven-haired girl squeezed the blonde's ass, pulling the nightie up enough that he could see she did have any panties on.

*No fucking way* he thought as he watched the blonde squeezing the other's tits playing with her nipples.

Jeff shot his load into a towel.

He kept looking and saw the two pass inside one door.

*This is getting great, but weird. And they almost look the same age...*

Jeff left the bathroom and began rummaging in his father office to find a video camera. After retrieving it he set it on its tripod and connected it to his laptop to begin recording...

And started recording a few hours later when he saw the dark-haired girl trot out to the pool. She wore a small black string bikini with g-string. Her oiled, glistening, pale body walked along the edge of the pool with a towel and something else he could not see. After laying her towel on the chair, she lay down.

He watched her sun bathe for fifteen minutes, turning over several times.

Jeff's mouth hung open and his tongue flopped out when he watched her rubbing her pussy and tweaking her nipples. His cock stood at attention looking at her writhing in the sun.

*Pay dirt! Thank the gods for this video camera*

She reached for one of the objects she carried... a vibrator! She switched it on and began massaging her pussy through her bikini. Her big boobs jiggled with her motion until he noticed her nipples sliding out from behind the bikini. Eventually she pulled aside her bikini as she began rubbing her clit while plunging the vibrator inside her pussy. She continued until she began shivering from an orgasm, her nipples finally spilling completely out of her top. She had smooth pink areolas and round nipples. She lay there with her vibrator still in hand, both motionless.

Jeff felt suddenly compelled to act and ran to his room and grabbed on a pair of swimming trunks and a t-shirt and sprinted next door.

Jeff ran all the way to the edge of his family's property and stopped at the street before composing himself and wandering up his neighbor's long curvy driveway.

As he approached he heard something behind as he turned to look-

"Hey, are you our neighbor?" he heard a woman speak. Turning his head he saw the blonde, wearing a blue sports bra, blue running shorts and blue running shoes as she came jogging up. Every part of her firm thick figure, jiggled and quaked as she approached him. The shorts did not cover any of her thick, long legs, now glistening from beads of sweat. The sports bra held her breasts tight. Jeff looked at her slender bare midriff and small bellybutton. Her hair pulled up in a tight ponytail on the top of her head. Her face was flush red and covered in sweat. Her features were soft and smooth with full round, luscious lips atop her tall elegant frame.

"umm... Yes?" he said, fumbling with his words.

She reached out with to shake his hand, her face beaming with wide smile.

"Hi, I am Helena! I would give you a hug, but I am totally icky right now. Excuse me," she said as he eyed her up and down. As he took her in for a moment he saw her expression change from an open smile to a devilish half-smile. She stepped toward the house still holding his hand.

*She must be the mother? She is as tall as I am!*

"Do come inside and meet my- daughter... Natasha." She turned to lead him to the front door. He watched her lithe body turn revealing her backside to him. Her running shorts were indeed short! They did not even cover her ass, just her hips as her thick ass again swallowed the fabric used to cover it. He watched as her ass jiggled and swayed in front of him. He looked at the dimples in her exposed lower back and thin waist.

"Did you have breakfast or lunch yet? Ha... Natasha and I usually do not rise early. Care to join us?" she looked back with a wry grin. She had definitely noticed his gawking and put a little more slink in her step, hoping to make him drool at the sight of her butt bouncing and swaying.

"Uh, s-sure, I mean why not..." he realized he was staring and had not introduced himself. "My name is-"

"Jeff! Sorry your father told me your name before, when your parents said hello," she interjected, looking back at him and pulling her sunglasses on to the top of her head. Her blue eyes winked at him when his eyes finally met hers after investigating every inch of her backside he could see.

*She saw me look* he thought. His cock twitched and started growing.

Her noticed a little more spring in her step as she pulled him up the short set of stairs and in through the large red front door. The inside of the house smelled sweet and crisp. He noticed ornate tables and lounge sofas in the entry, the walls covered in peculiar paintings of nude figures. Jeff did not look much at the walls or rooms, instead focusing on the prancing amazon in front of him, leading by the hand from one room to hallway to another room. This one overlooked the pool, behind him stairs led to another floor. The middle of the room sat a large table and a half dozen chairs around it.

"Natasha!" Helena called out. She looked out the glass door to the pool and seeing the raven-haired girl sitting by the pool, opened the door and leaned out balancing on one leg. "Natasha, sweety, come meet our neighbor, Jeff!"

He stared intently at her bubble butt as she called. She looked back at him and again caught him peeking.

Jeff interrupted his ogling to watch Natasha stand up from the lounge-chair and saunter in their direction. From here he had a terrific view of her adjusting her small bikini, which he discovered was delightfully semi-transparent.

*How did I not notice that before?*

He could clearly see her nipples through the fabric, her pink areolas visible along the edge of the small triangles of her top. She continued into the doorway and toward him with outstretched her arms.

"Hi, Jeff... I am Natasha!" she said giving him an awkward hug around his stiff figure, he arms still at his sides. He could feel her tits pressing against his chest. He could feel her warm, pale skin. After a moment, he reached around her waist with both arms and pulled her close for a hug, pressing his body against hers. "I wanted some breakfast, er lunch... anyone want any?"

Jeff looked at her still flush face; she had wider, rosy cheeks and a smaller nose than Helena. As she removed her sunglasses he looked at her large green eyes. Her hair was almost buzzed on the sides, and the four or more inches of hair on the top was slicked back. Her lips were thinner, smoother and pinker than Helena's thick, pouty lips.

*I can not tell how old she is either! She looks like she could be my age or older... or younger?* he thought briefly.

Natasha stepped away from Jeff with an odd expression. He kept looking at her up and down. His eyes traveled over her round bosom, seeing that her puffy nipple was starting to poke out the side of her top. His gaze focused briefly on her deep milky cleavage and the tight strings holding her bikini to her body. Natasha and Helena exchanged glances, both smirking. Natasha rested a hand on the top of right breast. Jeff watched her thin fingers playfully fluttering and brushing her exposed cleavage. He felt his dick pressing against his swim trunks and adjusted his t-shirt to try to hide himself, but the two women again exchanged glances with each other and his rising excitement with devilish smiles.

"Breakfast?" Natasha snapped with her other hand. Jeff quickly drew himself to attention.

"Uhh, yeah! I came over hoping to swim in the pool. But yes, please whatever you are having" Jeff responded.

"I am going to go clean up. 'Tasha, dear, why don't you take our guest in the kitchen with you while I shower..." Helena turned and headed for the stairs. Before Jeff could stare at her leave, Natasha grabbed his hand and tugged him behind to the kitchen. From here he could watch her g-string in the crack of her ass. The bikini bottom was incredibly small, covering nothing as it dove between her deep crevasse of flesh.

"I am sure we will have *something* to please your appetite. Then maybe a little swim..." Natasha said playfully. He followed her though a door to the kitchen. There, she led him to a chair sitting at the island in the middle, next to the refrigerator. He plopped down on the stool and watched as Natasha looked at him as he opened the fridge. As the door opened the cold air hit her hot skin. Her hand held the door, while the other brushed her goose-bumped body, her nipples began to stand erect. Her breasts were a bit smaller and pointier than Helena's round heavy pair.

"I *love* cooking. Eating is maybe one of my favorite things to do... We have eggs and sausage... milk and cereal... fruit..." she started leaning into the fridge. Eventually leaning past the door, bending over more and more as she listed items. Jeff watched, unable to respond.

"I think I want some grapefruit and eggs with toast. How about you?" Natasha said, but Jeff was busy looking at her ass to notice. From where he stood, he could see the wrinkles of her asshole to the side of g-string as she bent over in the fridge. His member stood at attention. She craned her neck and looked at Jeff.

"Hello? Anything sound good? Why don't you come over here and have a look."

Jeff hopped up, did his best to obscure his hard cock and stepped behind her nearly naked ass. His hands wanted to grab and squeeze and probe, but he just stood a few inches behind her. She looked at him with a coy smile. She continued rummaging in the fridge, and as she opened a drawer full of food, she stepped back into Jeff. Her ass gently grazed his now throbbing member.

*Oof. I could do this every day* Jeff thought.

"Whoops, excuse me," she said as she playfully adjusted her bikini bottom, running a hand across her cheeks, pulling the string into a new position. Jeff broke his attention on her to look in the fridge. After a moment-

"Yeah, eggs and toast sound fine to me."

"Great!" Her ass wiggled into his crotch slightly as she grabbed the eggs and bread, stepped back, shut the door with her firm thigh and skipped to stove.

"So how long have you lived next door?" Natasha asked. Jeff stared at her as she opened a cabinet under the counter and bent over at the waist, her eyes never leaving his. She almost dared him to look at her ass on full display. He saw her biting her bottom lip slightly as she pulled a pan out for cooking.

"My whole life." Jeff said. "So you moved here with your... mother?"

"Yes, from up north and now we settled here. I really like it. Quiet, secluded... private... I can do whatever I please... beautiful summer... and it just began!"

"I am sorry to ask, but is she-"

"My mother?" Natasha turned to him, a hand over her cleavage, a finger playing with the fabric of her bikini. Apparently not feeling her puffy nipple poking out almost completely from her top. "Yes, sort of. She is my former step-mother, but I never knew my real mother. My father died some years back. His will takes care of us, and we take care of each other..."

"I can see that" Jeff said, his eyes now wandering the room as well as her figure. He peered intently at another painting on the wall next to him, a woman on a bed, her legs opened toward the viewer, a hand deep in her sex.

"Yes, we do collect a great deal of art... Helena has a great eye... We like having much to look at." She said. Jeff looked at her. He saw her staring at him, one eyebrow raised, one corner of her mouth turned up in a smile. She swerved her shoulders slightly, pressing her big tits together and giving them a slight jiggle. He looked right at them. She saw him look and smiled wider.