When Husband’s Away, curious teen sneaks into neighbor’s shower, Here I was, a 18 year old high school senior, standing in my hot neighbor’s dark bedroom peering between the cracked bathroom door at the stunning figure behind the frosted shower door glass. Steam from the shower filled the small room and I knew today was the day.
I had done this a dozen times before, each time getting more and more confident in my actions. It was always the same routine, 7 am: her husband gets in his jaguar, sips his coffee, and pulls out of the driveway. 7:15 am: she walks out the front door in her robe and slippers, opens the mailbox by the door and flips through, searching for anything important. The robe was never tied completely tight, and glimpse of her beautiful c-sized cleavage poked through, although she never saw me. 7:30 am, the upstairs bathroom light flips on, the window shades close and the glass begins to fog.
I’m able to see everything from my bedroom next door, and I’m lucky enough to have a window that faces their house. It didn’t take long for me to rub one out every morning before school, and realized it was an every-day sort of thing.
It began with my padding my way across the wet grass one morning, through the fence that separated our properties, and up the wooden deck. The sliding glass door wasn’t ever locked, as they always had bar-b-que’s and parties with their socialite friends, so I was able to push it open easily and slip inside.
I heard the sound of a television upstairs, and the running of water. Growing bolder, I heard the water click off and I panicked. Running downstairs as quietly as I could, I flung open the sliding door, catching it before it make a sound, and pulled it closed. Sprinting across the lawn, I dove back inside my garage, my heart beating out of control and my lungs gasping for air. A smile grew across my face. I was hooked.
I repeated my sneaking several times throughout the week, just before the school bus turned the corner and came barreling down my quiet street. School was important to me, my grades would get me into college, but this was so much more so. Each sneak I would get farther and farther to glimpsing her in full glory. The last time I was able to sneak a pair of her panties into my pocket, realizing later that her feminine scent was all over them. I came many times into them, imagining them around her hips.
Once, I was able to sneak a peek at her bra, which she left carelessly on her bedroom floor. It was a Victoria’s Secret black lace, with a “36 C” on the tag. I rubbed one out right there, 10 feet around the corner from the bathing beauty. I cleaned myself up with tissues and pushed them far down in the trash can by her bedside desk.
The last time, while peering into the bathroom, I dropped my pants completely and came simply by fingering my balls, cum splashing all over the bathroom tile. I didn’t bother cleaning it up, secretly hoping she’d find my cream and wonder where it came from.
Today was different. My parents had flown to Toronto for the weekend to see my aunt who was really pregnant and needed “sister time” to get through the final weeks. I woke up and made my mind to skip school and see how far it could get before she freaked out and called the police. Sure, I could end up arrested but I couldn’t take it anymore. Just like every morning, I stood in that dark bedroom peering between the cracked bathroom door at the stunning figure behind the frosted shower glass. Her bedroom smelled a heavenly tonic of perfume and feminine juices. I crouched down and found a pair of moist panties by my feet. Smelling my fingers, they were sticky and the aroma was intoxicating. My cock grew to full mast and my balls swelled. She had just masturbated!