Neighborhood Watch: Fucking Off

Emily was blood-boiling sexy and she knew it. Although she tried to avoid the trap of narcissism, raw sexuality radiated from her body like a beacon, and, when she felt safe in her environs, she let her sensual nature run rampant and free. Of course, there was far more to her than just stunning good looks and that enticing, horny aura that advertised wild, wanton sex and kinky perversions beyond one?s wildest imagination. She was also highly educated, creative, intelligent, and independent.On paper, Emily sounded very average. Of average height and slender build, her long, light brown hair and matching eyes complimented her smooth, medium complexion, but sounded far from exotic. Out of college for less than two years, her skin still had that supple smoothness of youth, but her attitude was tempered with the empowerment of budding maturity and eking out her living however she saw fit.Her body garnered her attention, both wanted and undesired, wherever she went, regardless of what she wore. Sometimes, she?d intentionally wear a tight or low-cut top just to count the number of people that stared at her boobs. Although not large enough to attract the big-tits lovers, her daily exercising kept them round, high, and firm. The rest of her body was, likewise, fit and well-proportioned; but, if she wanted volumes of lusty attention, anything that showed off her drool-worthy butt was guaranteed to attract horny leers, would-be seducers, and the occasional comment.Emily?s appeal wasn?t just her body or her normalcy heightened to lava-hot sexiness. There was just something about her, her poise and body language, that screamed scorching, dripping sex. Perhaps it was her full lips that were in a perpetual pout, perfect for passionate kissing or sucking on a cock or clit. Her confidence and ownership of her sexuality most definitely had something to do with her mesmerizing presence. While one couldn?t point out any one trait, physical or not, that made her so alluring, just seeing or speaking with her made one instantly think that she was a horny, wild fuck on the prowl.What all of that meant was, that in addition to being a strong, assertive career-oriented woman, she was also a sexy siren, and she could fuck almost anyone she felt like playing with. Nearly every single man, single, married, or otherwise involved, and any woman, from bi-curious to lesbian, would quickly fall under the spell Atalar Escort of her sexual magnetism. Whenever Emily felt like a hard cock or dripping cunt, she could easily find one or more willing partners.Surprisingly, in today?s hookup culture, that wasn?t as often as one might think. It wasn?t that Emily had a low sex drive, quite the opposite; in fact, she was almost always horny, usually masturbating a few times each day and really going wild at night. However, while she loved licking and fingering a dripping, quivering pussy, or sucking and fucking hard cocks, just being desired, and seeing the arousal she caused in others, really rocked her boat. Eyes lustily fixated on her shapely ass, the swell of an erection in a stranger?s trousers, and women?s eyes gleaming with desire got her off harder than anything else.Her career consumed most of her time, so she never pursued relationships. If Emily wanted sex, she went out and got it. Usually, though, she?d sign on to the internet and find a willing, virtual playmate, and there was no short supply of people, both men and women, that were willing to masturbate over her while she got off on the attention. Strangers, in real life or online, aroused over her, got the brunette so torridly overheated that she?d cum half a dozen times, then spend the rest of the night masturbating over the experience.With work weeks that approached sixty hours, she was well-compensated for her business talents and acumen and drove a nice car, which she parked in a spacious garage in her adorable, stone-clad home. She lived the good life, one of modern convenience, and enjoyed life. Seldom cooking, because there was no need to waste time when so many people were more than anxious to deliver her cellphone-app-ordered dishes, she tended her yard to unwind, exercised, watched nerdy television shows and movies, and played online.Her nice home was in a quiet, tranquil neighborhood with neighbors that were friendly but minded their own business. Emily was affluent enough to live life on her own terms and young enough to enjoy it to the fullest. Other than Vince, the slightly older, very handsome man that lived across the street, she didn?t know any of her other neighbor?s names. They waved and passed some friendly chit-chat now and then, but everyone minded their own business.She?d met Vincent the first time she looked at the home, nearly Atalar Escort Bayan a year ago. He was a handsome widower, in his forties, and had lived in the house across the street for over a decade. His two daughters were in their late teens or early twenties, and they dropped by now and then, but no longer lived there. Despite his mature age, he was physically robust and well-muscled, and she thought that he had a very nice ass and an impressive package from the bulge in his pants. He was also outside quite a bit, even taking several vaping breaks in the evenings.An ex-smoker, Vince turned to vaping, which he said saved his life. When alive, his wife didn?t want him doing any of that in the house. Even now, several years after she?d passed, he still vaped outside, enjoying the tranquility of the area, watching the birds and squirrels, and generally keeping an eye on things. He wasn?t overbearing, nosy, or creepy, just a people-watcher. Vincent was the type to stay out of other people?s business, but he?d be the first one to pitch in and help if needed.Emily liked Vincent and felt that he was the perfect neighbor. He?d wave, chat if they?d happen to meet at the mailboxes, and otherwise be a good neighbor, but he never made a move on her, like so many others always do, or let his appreciative glances of her outer beauty descend to lechery. Of course, he?d check out her body when he happened to be outside, which was often, and she was leaving or coming home. She actually enjoyed it, because he was ?safe,? and she got off on the attention.More than once, she?d caught him unobtrusively staring and felt that tingling warmth spread throughout her body. He also didn?t seem to be threatened by her overt sexual aura, nor did ever take things beyond a respectful admiration. Vince also didn?t quickly turn away, pretending that he hadn?t been staring, when she caught him. He?d just smile and wave, not at all flustered that her Yoga pants were skin tight and showed off her ass, the material showing off the crease between her cheeks.Over the months that spanned the Summer and Fall, Emily found herself intentionally choosing revealing clothes to wear. When working outside, she tried to draw his eyes to her body, usually with great success. Vincent?s demeanor catered perfectly to her kink; he appreciated and lusted after her, but didn?t intrude on her solace. Of course, Escort Atalar she found him hot, as well, and found herself, more than once, spying on him through the curtains as he worked in his yard, shirtless, in shorts, with those firm muscles rippling from his exertion.Winter came, and with it snow, and, while she toiled away with a meager, little snow shovel, trying to clear a path to get to work, Emily was stunned when Vincent came right over. A loud, burly snow thrower chugged away in front of him, and he cleared her entire driveway in just a few minutes. He refused payment with a wave of his hand, telling her that?s just what neighbors do, look out for each other. Then came the following Spring, and Emily went further with Vince than she ever had. It was unintentional, at first.One of her friends from work had set her up with their husband?s friend, thinking that the two of them would ?hit it off.? Mentally sighing at the universal need of married people to pair up their single friends, Emily agreed to go on a date with Thomas. He was nice, and they got along, but the sparks just didn?t fly. Dinner and a movie devolved into just a meal, as the both of them just weren?t well-matched to the other. Since her workout clothing was in her car, Emily stopped by the gym for an evening workout, which got her blood pumping much more than Thomas had. Not wanting to shower there, she drove home in her sports halter and yoga shorts, planning to shower at home.It was dark, shortly before 11:00 pm, when Emily pulled into her driveway. The windows of her car were down all the way, so she could savor the fresh, Spring air, and her music was blasting on the stereo. Feeling good and looking forward to a long, hot shower, the brown-haired vixen was already planning a long night of masturbating on camera, getting off to the anonymous cocks being stroked in her honor. Unnoticed, Vincent was outside, enjoying the starlit night and listening to an unseen owl, who-wooing somewhere off in the distance. He leaned against his garage wall, facing Emily?s house.It wasn?t as if he were intentionally spying or anything. It just so happened that his preferred perch directly faced her house. Vincent nearly choked on his vape when Emily exited the car. She was dancing about a bit, to the rhythm of the song she?d been playing, and, with her car door still open, she bent forward, jutting her amazing ass out, and rolled up the windows of her car before half-dancing and half-jogging into her house. While not hidden from view, Vince merely ran his fingers through his hair, musing over the gray streaking it here and there, and emitted an ?mmm? sound in quiet appreciation.