A New Neighbour

To wank or not to wank, that is the question:

Whether it is nobler in the mind to suffer

The pain of holding it in

Or take it in hand and release it.

The heart-ache of disappointing her

That flesh is heir to: 'tis consummation.

I continued to keep my vigil, eleven o'clock and seven thirty would find me 'working' in the kitchen. She continued her seven thirty shower, even putting the unnecessary light on but apart from when she cleaned the steam off the window with her nipples almost touching the glass there was not a lot to see.

A week later she had an eleven o'clock shower, the sun was shining and the view was excellent. Haley spent some time shaving her pubes and underarms and then danced about waving her tits at me before covering them with soap. She massaged the suds in before coming up to the window.

Pressing her tits up against the window she drew what I think was supposed to be a cock. She picked up the squeegee and cleared the glass then pressed her tits up against it. Leaving two soapy circles which did obscure the view somewhat.

There was a knock at my door, fuck not now. There was another knock. Haley was washing the soap off her tits. I put the binoculars down, tucked my cock back into my jogging bottoms, rushed to the door, grabbed a parcel off the postman and was back in my chair in a time Usain Bolt would have been proud of.

Haley was under the shower washing the remains of the soap off. She washed her long black hair next taking the opportunity with her hands on her head to show her tits at their best. Unfortunately the soap obscured my view. Once her hair was rinsed she picked up a squeegee and began cleaning the window. Once clean she pressed her tits up against it and kissed the glass.

I quickly resighted my binoculars to the other window and watched Haley slowly promenade past, her beautiful arse on display.

The interruption by the postman made the decision for me, I didn't wank. I finished my tea and picked up the package. It was addressed to Mark Question and my address. I found the name intriguing, would it be from Haley?

I soon found out. Inside the parcel was a bottle of lube, a plastic ring thing that goes on the cock and a stretchy bit that goes over the balls. Instructions were supplied luckily. A tube of delay cream, I suppose I asked for that.

There was an envelope with a letter from Haley:

Dear Mark,

If the Royal Mail is efficient as they claim and you receive this before 2 pm on Wednesday come to my house wearing the enclosed.

The door will be open.

Haley Comet

Two pm on Wednesday, that's today! I looked at the postmark, she posted it first class yesterday. There was a chance I would not have received it in time. Would she be wondering if I was going to turn up or not? I bet she would be waiting ready and if I didn't she'd have to do it herself. I bet she has a selection of vibrators.

I could picture her lying on the bed using a vibrator on her clit. The thought remained with me as I rushed upstairs to have a shower. At least I will be clean this time.

She made me wait a week, should I be late and let her think I have not got the message? Or maybe I was not interested. No, she knows I am. I showered, shaved (my face) and splashed on some smelly stuff. Clean boxers, jogging bottoms (for quick removal) and a tee shirt.

No socks there's something weird about fucking with your socks on and they take time to get off. With women of course there is nothing weird about fucking wearing nylons, another inequality.

I picked up the cock ring thing and read the instructions, not something I usually do but it was going in a place I like to look after and not take any chances with. Actually it was easy, I slapped some lube on my cock and slipped it on.

I put on my Slip-ins and walked across the road trying to hide the erection that the cock ring was making stick out. I pushed the door open and was greeted by a beautifully written note:

Go into the lounge,

remove your clothes

lay on the rug, feet facing the door.

Be patient.

Not what I was expecting, hell what was I expecting? I don't know, but ours not to reason why but to lay down and hope for the best. So that's just what I did.

I could hear her moving about upstairs as I waited in anticipation, I was looking past my cock at the door. I could hear her coming down the stairs and approaching the door. Then silence... her head appeared around the door just about a foot from the ground!

She crawled in, her hair in two bunches which stuck up and out, her eye makeup was thick and black, her brown eyes looked massive. She crawled towards me, her tongue just protruding between her bright red lips.

Stopping at my feet she separated them, looked me in the eye and said. "You still can't fuck me."

"Oh," I must have sounded disappointed, I was disappointed.

"Me and Ryan are trying for a baby, we've been trying very hard, really, really hard and I am sure we have been successful but I'm at the best time in my cycle to conceive so I'm not letting your cock anywhere near my cunt. So your little swimmers can stay outside well away from my egg."

"Okay, that is serious," I said, disappointing but reasonable. She moved forward, bent and kissed my cock before she knelt up and I could see that she was wearing her favourite colour underwear. She must have been sure I would turn up as she had gone to so much effort.

Hell when she looked at me like that with her schoolgirl bunches and whore makeup. She was giggling, perhaps smirking as she unfastened her bra and eased it forward. And there they were those beautiful tits in front of me.

She bent down again and with my cock between her tits she wiggled them about. She took the bottle of delay cream and poured it over my dick. Giving it some time to work she stood and slowly, sexily and delightfully eased her knickers down giving me my first look at her pussy.

Well worth the wait, she took them off altogether leaving her in hold up stockings. She moved around I ended up with the most amazing close up view of her pussy which was now inches away from my nose.

Two things happened simultaneously; her mouth descended on my cock and her pussy descended on my face cutting off my breathing. I manoeuvred to get my tongue into her pussy and my nose into fresh air. It was fresh even though it was very close to her arsehole.

By concentrating on her pussy and pretending nothing was going on around my cock and balls. Making her cum first was my mantra, I didn't want to make a fool of myself again.

I couldn't breath, I was drowning, my nose was in her pussy which was flooding. Her scent was overwhelming. She pushed her pussy down over my mouth and nose as she climaxed. I followed suit shooting into her mouth. She lifted and allowed me to breathe. She collapsed forward which put my cock between her tits.

After a few minutes she got up and the first thing she did was to put her knickers on. I was surprised to see she was crying, her makeup had run her face looked a mess, tears were rolling down her face.

She lay down next to me looking at me and she said: "I love Ryan so much." That's a first laying naked next to an almost naked lady swearing undying love to someone else. "He is everything I want, I need, he cherishes me, he's great."

I held her, tears flowing onto my chest. "I can't do this, it's wrong, I love Ryan. Will you do me one last favour?"

"Yes, of course."

"Will you punish me? I feel so guilty, will you punish me and then go home?" Wow this threw me. What does she mean by punish?

"I don't know, what do you mean by punish?"

"The only way I can reduce the guilt I feel is to be punished, spanked. Please. No sex just spank me and then go, even if it turns you on, I don't know. I know I need to be punished," she pleaded, tears still running down her face.

"I've never done that, I've never felt the need. I...I.. don't know," I was totally at a loss. She went to one of those giant fancy globes which she opened revealing bottles of booze. She took out a bottle of whisky and poured two glasses.

We sat at the dining table, Haley had stopped crying. "It's the best way for me to ease the guilt," she was almost pleading.

I sipped the whisky, a rather nice highland single malt. "What exactly will I have to do?"

"You will need to get dressed and sit in that chair, put me over your knee and spank my bare bum with your bare hand until I say stop when I will leave the room and you will leave the house. Our physical relationship will end, I hope we can be friends and good neighbours," she stated.

Smack her bare bum? Fuck. Smack that lovely arse, imagine it glowing red. Fuck. "Smack your bum and go home?"

"Yes."

"And that's it? No more?"

"Yes...please... please."

"Okay," I said, standing and getting dressed. When I took my seat back in the dining chair Haley pushed her knickers down to her ankles and bent over my knee.

I tentatively smacked her left bum cheek. "This is punishment, harder than that it has to be real."

I hit her other cheek harder. "That's better don't stop until I tell you," she ordered. I continued smacking her, her arse was getting redder. My cock was getting harder. Surely she'll ask me to stop soon. Her silly bunches were falling out, did she wear her hair like that to look like a school girl, a school girl who gets spanked.

Her legs were waving up and down, surely she would ask me to stop soon. My hand was sore so what her arse felt like I don't know. I don't know that I can continue.

"Stop," she said at last. She stood, more tears were streaming down her face, streaking her makeup even more.

With a final glimpse of her pussy before she bent down and pulled her knickers up. "Thank you," she said, kissing me on the cheek and walking out. Sitting there for a few seconds totally bemused I watched her lovely arse leave the room.

I had a rock hard hard-on despite cumming a few minutes before. Judging by the very wet patch on my jogging bottoms she was feeling as horny as I was. I went across the road and home. Where I must admit that while standing in the kitchen, looking up at her bathroom window thinking of her laying on the bed masturbating, I got rid of my erection.

***

I continued to watch her bathroom at seven thirty and eleven whenever I could for a couple of weeks, well over four actually. She continued to shower at seven thirty but there was little to see as she didn't turn the light on, the window at the top of the stairs had the blind permanently down.

Ryan returned and life went on. I occasionally spoke to them in passing as neighbours do. Haley seemed always to be smiling and a few months later was obviously pregnant. Spying on a pregnant woman seemed perverted even if she knew about it and wanted me to. Did she still want me to? I doubt it. I gave up my 7.30 vigil.

She gave birth to a boy called Levi, after the jeans perhaps. He was the spitting image of his dad.

THE END.