I’m Tim, a 36 year-old Captain of my firefighting crew. I’m 6’ 1” with a pretty muscular body I keep in shape. I have short, trimmed medium brown hair and blue eyes, yet because of my work schedule, I rarely have time for a social life, let alone maintain a functioning relationship. On one of my days off, I was trying to figure out something to do. To be honest, I wanted a woman, so I pulled out some porn magazines and a DVD. But that even didn’t do much to lift my spirits. It was one of those cold, grey, rainy days, which I suspected added to the sour mood I was in. I got chilly and decided to build a fire. That helped my mood a little, but I was still frustrated and horny as all hell. Then I heard a voice… A female voice.
I went to the window, closed the blinds a little, and peered out. That’s when I saw her: my new neighbor. I had forgotten that someone had moved in. Her name was Nikki. She was an African-American curvy specimen of a woman. We had seen each other in passing, but that was only about two times. We never even really talked either; just usually a quick hello and a smile. She had on a men’s white dress shirt that was about two sizes too big, and white bobby socks with white tennis shoes. I don’t know how she didn’t freeze, but on the upside, she had a few buttons undone on her shirt and I was catching glimpses of her large breasts. What’s even more, her nipples were hard and stood erect from the cold weather and I could see them poking against the white material of her shirt. She seemed to be talking out loud to no one, but then I realized she was writing in a journal of some kind.
I could feel my cock starting to get stirred up staring at this beautiful stranger. Next, she walked off her patio deck and onto her lawn and stood out in the rain. Her shirt clung sexily to her to her brown-toned curvy body, as it got drenched in the downpour. But I didn’t mind that at all, because I could really see her tits and her milk chocolate chip nipples through the thin material even better than before. My dick hardened even more as I rubbed it through my bathrobe.
Nikki then sat in a patio chair facing me and opened her shirt even more, now fully exposing her huge tits. I stepped back a little, afraid of being seen, but on another note, I couldn’t tear my eyes away from this intriguing creature who just so happened to be my next-door neighbor. Next, she hooked her right leg over the arm of her chair, fully exposing her beautifully trimmed gash to me. I started stroking my meat. She proceeded to squeeze and rub her tits, pinching her nipples. Damn! I wish that was me doing it. She ran her hand down in little circles over her body until she got to her snatch. She parted it open with two fingers and put a third on her hardened clit. She started rubbing furiously and I stroked with the same intensity. At that point, she was getting off on the whole experience she was having and so was I.
Nikki closed her eyes and arched her back as she continued stroking her clit which was swollen and pulsating. I so wanted to put my tongue on it and taste her sweetness. The rain falling on her body seemed to evaporate as each drop of rain hit her hot, cocoa flesh. Tiny droplets of moisture dripped from her rain-soaked clit. I wanted to run over and lick them up. I could see her getting close to orgasm just as I was getting close to firing off too.
When she finally did come, she let out a groan and twisted her body. I felt my balls churn as I shot my load, wishing I were really blasting it into her. She sat there for a minute, heaving and riding out her orgasm as I tried to regain control of myself. Then she leaned forward, with her legs spread eagle, and hungrily sucked her own cum juices from her fingers. I reached in my pocket, relieved to find a tissue already there. Thank goodness! I didn’t want to miss a second of this! Then, Nikki got up and re-buttoned her shirt and began to walk back to her patio deck. Then the unthinkable happened: Just before going inside, she turned towards me smiled sexily, and blew me a kiss. I leaped back, embarrassed at my own episode of voyeurism.
I went to the refrigerator for a cold beer, not quite sure if I had been dreaming or not. What ever it was, I sure as hell felt a lot better. I got comfortable on my couch and clicked my TV back on to watch the DVD I had put on earlier. I really wasn’t paying attention to it though. I was actually starting to get lost in the events that took place in the previous half-hour, when suddenly, the doorbell interrupted my thoughts…