Naughty Neighbor Jade Makes the Peeping Tom Finish With Her
Being the naughty neighbor on this block is not an accident. I leave the lamp pink and the blinds two slats too wide because I like the heat of being watched. Tonight the peeping Tom across the yard thought he was sneaky. Cute. I saw the glow of his window the second he leaned in. Exhibitionist girls notice that kind of hunger before the man even touches himself.
I stayed in the little white tank that doesn’t cover anything honest and hooked my thumbs in my panties like I was alone. I wasn’t. That is the whole joke of a naughty neighbor. I turned sideways so he could see the wet patch, then I sat on the sill and spread my knees just enough. Phone sex later I would describe this exact angle to a caller — how the night air hit my clit, how I knew he was already stroking. Live, I got to be worse.
“Hi, creep,” I mouthed at the glass, smiling like a sweetheart. “If you’re going to watch the exhibitionist next door, you better keep up.”
I slid two fingers into my pussy slow enough for him to count. I made a show of tasting them. A naughty neighbor does not hide the slurp. I pointed at his window, then at my mouth, then at my cunt, and I nodded like we had a deal. He froze. Then his arm started moving. Good boy in the dark.
I put my phone on speaker on the ledge just to be filthy about it, like I was already mid phone sex with somebody else, moaning into the empty line while I stared him down. Voyeur. Exhibitionist. Same dirty air. I pinched my nipple until it hurt pretty and let the tank ride up so both tits were out. I wanted him messy. I wanted the local peeping Tom so gone he forgot to hide.
I turned around, chest to the screen, ass out, and fucked myself on my fingers where he could see every shine. I told the night — loud enough to carry — that I was going to come on the window like a slutty welcome mat. Window play. Mutual masturbation. All the supporting filth a naughty neighbor collects when she decides the yard is a stage.
His light jerked. I laughed. I rubbed my clit in tight mean circles and matched his rhythm through the glass. Phone sex is usually just a voice and a fist. This was better. This was two people ruining themselves on purpose with a strip of grass between them.
I came first on purpose so he could watch my thighs shake. I smeared it on the glass with two fingers and left the streak there like a signature. Then I mouthed at him, “Your turn. Now.” He broke ugly. Shoulders hunched, mouth open, finishing into his own dark room while I kept my tits pressed to the screen and licked the corner of my smile.
We both sat there after, breathing like idiots. I blew him a kiss and shut the slats halfway — not all the way. A naughty neighbor who is also an exhibitionist never closes the whole show. Tomorrow I might call him from my bed and do the encore as phone sex, walking him back through every slat, every wet sound, every second he thought he was invisible. Tonight the window was enough.
If you want the version that happens in your ear instead of across a yard, you know where to find me. I’ll already have the blinds wrong on purpose.
xoxo Jade
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