He smiled that morning as he exited the house at the same time as she exited hers. Most mornings he timed it perfectly, playing it off as a pure coincidence of course, but every once in a while she managed to slip away unseen or never got out before he had to leave. This morning, however, was one of the good ones.
"Morning Chloe. Looking cute as always," he called out to her.
"Morning Dean. Being a creep as always," she called back and smiled.
"Yeah well, can't change the stripes on a tiger," he laughed.
"I believe the saying is that you can't change the stripes on a zebra," she said.
"Oh baby, I'm the predator, not the pray," he winked.
She laughed and he felt drawn to the sweet sound so he walked out of his driveway and crossed the street to her house.
"So I hear the new neighbours down the street are throwing a party this Saturday. You coming?" He asked casually.
"I'm thinking about it. You must be so annoyed seeing it's a couple who's moved in and she is rather cute," she said.
"Is that a challenge? Because, boyfriend or not, I can totally get her," he said.
"Don't, Dean," she suddenly got serious. "It's fine you're a creep when it comes to the single women around here but don't cross the line and become an asshole."
"Relax, Chloe, I was only kidding. Besides, these days I only have eyes for one girl," he said.
"Poor girl," she laughed and opened the car door. "Have a nice day, Dean."
He did have a nice day as she never seemed to leave his mind and the thought of her alone was enough to make him smile. That night he stood as always in the darkness of his bedroom, stripped down to his boxers, just waiting for her to get ready for bed. She walked into her bedroom shortly after and quickly pulled her shirt off and tossed it on the floor. She revealed a dark grey bra with a black lace on top of both cups, one he hadn't seen before.
"Is that for me, baby? New underwear just for me?" He asked.
Her hands went to the button on her jeans, lingering just a few seconds, enough to drive him crazy. He almost opened the window just to scream at her to take it off. She finally popped open the button, pulled down the zipper and slid the jeans down her legs, revealing a matching dark grey thong with a black lace around the top edge.
"Mmm baby, daddy likes," he rasped out.
He waited for her to reach around and open her bra but instead she stood still, her side turned against the window, her eyes looking at the dresser in front of her that he could just make out the corner off from his point of view. One of her hands went up and slid down one of the bra cups.
"What are you thinking, baby? Are you horny tonight?" He felt his dick rise.
It wasn't that he couldn't imagine her masturbating. He had done that plenty of times. She had just never stood like that, touching herself in front of him as innocent as it might was with just her hand inside her bra. He always pictured what she might do to herself after pulling the curtains but this was different. This was new. And he sure wasn't complaining.
"Come on, baby, take it off. Show me those tits," he said as he rubbed his dick outside his boxers.
As if she had heard him, her hand went out of the bra and she reached behind to finally take it off and tossing it on the floor. She took a step forward towards the dresser and opened one of the drawers. His eyes were locked on her, wondering what on earth she was about to do, and then a giant grin appeared on his face as he saw her pull out a vibrator.
"Oh yeah, baby, you are horny tonight. Show me how wet you are," he begged.
He reached his hand down his boxers, something he had never done before in the open window like that. He always waited for her to pull the curtains and close the show, and then he would pull his curtains too and take care of himself. But tonight he couldn't wait. Not when he saw her standing with that in her hand, just wearing that sexy new thong. She tossed the vibrator on the bed and he knew exactly where this was going but just a second later she walked over to the curtains and pulled them. The show was over.
"No, baby, don't fucking tease me like that," he cried out.
Angrily he pulled his hand back out of the boxers even though his dick begged to be finished off. He pulled the curtains and threw himself on his back on the bed, his hand immetiately going back down the boxers.
"Fucking tease," he muttered as he pictured her pleasuring herself with the vibrator.