This erotica short is an entry to the weekly Masturbation Monday challenge, hosted by author Kayla Lords! The rules are simple: write something nasty that makes people want to masturbate. If you liked to read it, “like” this post! 🙂
I have a black pair of binoculars that were purchased online for a lot of money. I also have a black pair of cargo pants, a black turtleneck, and a knitted black hat. I realize that I fit the cartoonish description of “prowler,” but there’s not much that can be done about that. I am a prowler.
There is this wonderful, thick green bush on 245 Maple St. that I love. I love it so much that I’ve even buried a few Clif Bars in the dirt beneath the branches; chocolate chip flavor. From my seat beneath this bush, I can see into the backyard windows of two homes. No one ever thinks people will prowl from the backyard windows, only the front.
The first home is owned by a couple who like to fuck on most surfaces of their home. The kitchen counter, the living room couch, the rug beneath the dining room table, etc. They’re both horny and great fun to watch. Even better, they’re as regular as a Swiss watch: fucking exactly 30 minutes after they’ve eaten a nice meal. God bless them.
The second home is a one-storey affair, where a single woman lives and often walks around her home in nothing but panties and socks. A creep couldn’t have better luck. She is a blonde cupcake of a woman with tits NASA could see from outer space. I love to see her drink white wine, assess her assets, and microwave something for dinner. Sometimes she’ll look out into the backyard for no reason, just lost in thought, with her tits pressed against the glass. I’ve cum many, many times to my Cupcake.
Tonight, the couple went out somewhere for dinner. I know this because they got all dressed up and sprayed both of their heads with hairspray. Cupcake, on the other hand, is fixing herself a quesadilla and wearing a thong. I adjust the focus of my binoculars and hone in on her ass cheeks, bouncing happily up and down.
As she moves, as her flesh ripples, I pull my cock out of the black cargo and start to jerk. Her breasts are looking especially delicious tonight, with rose red nipples and a lovely upwards poke. I’d love to rub my cock between those thick babies and cum all over her pretty mouth.
Instead of setting up her dinner inside the house, Cupcake takes the plate and her glass of wine outside to her yard. She doesn’t believe anyone can see through the fence and the thick row of hedges around her yard. Wrong, of course. Then my girl does something strange: she pours a second glass of wine. For a ghost? For a visitor?
“Come out, creep, I know you’re in those bushes.”
It takes me a goddamn minute and a half to process. Is she talking to me? Another creep?
“I know you watch me with those binoculars. I know you want me. I’m not going to call the police, just come and have some wine with me.”
Although I do not believe it, my cock believes it. I push through the bushes and am greeted by her smiling face, her smiling breasts, her smiling hips. She welcomes me to the table, and I sit and take some wine.
“I’m Christy,” she says, biting at her quesadilla.
“I know you’ve wanted me for a long time.”
Now she is up, god help me she is up. She rubs her tits over my face and lets me smell how delicious the whole thing is. I am shaking, afraid to touch her. But she takes my hands and guides them over her body. I feel how full her breasts are, how warm her stomach feels, how wonderful the space between her legs is. And wet. My hand tickles her pussy beneath the fabric, and so she magnanimously pulls that fabric off.
“Oh Joe, your hands are so wicked, keep going.”
As I tickle that fine cunt, I pull my cock out of the darkness and show it to her.
“Ooh! Please stick that in me, my creep, baby creep.”
I guide her hips down onto my prick, still sitting in the lawn chair. She faces me and bounces, letting all of her pussy cream melt over me. Oh boy, oh boy. It’s better than I ever imagined through those handy binoculars.
“My creep! My prowler! That dick is so fine and so big!”
I can’t stand it when a woman talks dirty. It takes me about 5 seconds to nut like that. I fill up Cupcake’s pussy, although I suppose I should call her Christy now, creaming her insides and filling all of the gaps between my thick cock and her pussy hole. It feels so wonderful that I cum and cum; when will that cream stop?
And then, nothing.
I wake up in beneath the darkness of that wonderful bush at 245 Maple St. My hand is latched around my flaccid cock, a trail of white goo dripping onto the ground below. Cupcake is dressed and in her pajamas, watching Grey’s Anatomy on a big widescreen TV. The couple is home from their date, already fucking on the lazy boy. It was a dream, it was a dream.