Ethan POV
I leaned on the backyard wall for some time, then peeked again at Olivia's bathroom window. She has very nice curves, and the way she's swaying her hips makes me guess she's listening to a song. The water ran down her bright fair skin. Afterwards, she switched off the shower, and droplets of water from her hair smoothly flowed in between her big ass, and oh boy, was I hard.
My name is Ethan Anderson, and I'm not a stalker or some kind of weirdo. I moved into this semi-detached bungalow three months ago, and ever since, I've been fantasizing about my next-door neighbor, Olivia. She's a very pretty lady with a nice ass, and I can't help but feel heat whenever we're together. It's been weeks since we last talked; she's the indoor type. She doesn't like going out much, just stays inside and enjoys her music, novels, and whatever other things she does. But today, I decided to visit her. I put on my simple clothes and went out. I locked my door before going to hers. Her door was slightly open, so I knocked for the third time; still no response. Then I decided to go in and wait for her in her sitting room. I locked the door once I got in and was about to sit when I saw her coming out from her bathroom door with a short towel barely covering her thighs, and half of her boobs were in full sight. I licked the side of my lips as I stared at this gorgeous lady in front of me.
"Hey, Ethan," she says, bringing me out of my trance.
"H-hey," I said, still eyeing her. I'm sure she might be thinking I'm a creep, but it ain't my fault she has such a sexy and alluring body.
"It's been weeks," she says again, her hands still gripping her towel. I wish it would fall to the ground.
"Yeah," I said, thinking of a way to take my eyes off this sin.
"Do you need anything?" she queried. Do I need anything? Of course I do; I need her on me as I fuck her hard.
"I-I think I'll just get you some juice," she says, going towards her kitchen. And wow, does her ass really shake! I couldn't stop staring. She took a crate of apples from her top shelf and placed them on the counter. She didn't seem to keep it well, as all the apples fell to the ground. Oh, was I happy! Because the moment she bent down to pick the apples back into the crate, her pussy was in full sight. I tried to turn away, but it was too late. I stood up and started walking slowly towards her, all while my eyes were on her pussy. It ain't my fault; if it's gonna happen, it has to be today. 'Cause you can't expect me to just stay here and watch this pussy all day without doing a thing.
"Need a hand?" I asked, my voice hoarse. I pressed my already hard dick against her open pussy, and she moaned—she fucking moaned, and I could see her bite her lips.
"Ummm, no," she says, her voice barely audible, as she pressed herself more against me.
"You sure?" I asked again, brushing my hand on her pussy, and fuck, she was already wet, and that didn't help one bit. I was already so turned on my dick hurt in my pants. She moaned again, now letting her towel fall to the ground, and now her big ass was in full sight. I smirked, thinking of all the possible things I would do to her body.