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Naughty Neighbors - Working From Home - Jackson POV
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Naughty Neighbors - Working From Home - Jackson POV Jackson hung up the phone. He hated talking on the phone but the past five calls and video conferences this morning were very productive. He looked over the pages of notes on his legal pad and was glad to have that research done. He would worry about how to pitch the idea of a rooftop garden to Delmonica’s later. Stretching the crick in his neck and rubbing his forehead, Jackson decided it was time for a break. Besides, he had already gone through twenty some odd ounces of water, it was time to step away for a moment. He hadn't fully dried his hands after washing them, so he wiped the back of them on his shirt as we walked back into his office. He picked up the remote and turned on the tv, grunting as the talking heads from the cable news network started yammering. All the promise and uplifting<b> vibe </font></b>he had from his conversation about green roofs over the past few hours was too good a feeling to lose. The chaos and vitriol spilling from the screen was a buzzkill, so the channel switched over to an 80s music channel. “Dammit” Jackson couldn't help his reaction as he missed all but the last few bars of a Journey classic. Def Leppard helped alleviate the disappointment and restore the feel good mood he was in. He held the volume button down as the volume climbed before he placed the remote on the desk. No one was home so he could be a little loud for the next few hours if he so chose to be. Cracking the window for a moment, it felt good to let in some fresh air. The AC was nice on the hot summer day but the air there on the second floor was a little stale. Jackson took a sip of his ice water and watched as Kendra appeared out from their patio doors. Jackson couldn’t help but notice how her the white cover up thingy that she was wearing, accentuated the summer glow of her skin. He wondered how long she had been out there. Was she just now getting out there and had just gone in and come back out or was she just now outside for the first time. Damn even at this distance it was easy to see the shape of her. It was a good thing he hadn't seen her until now, she was always a welcomed distraction to him. He would have been distracted all morning and not made any of his calls. Another cool sip of water pushed past his lips and slide down his throat as he contemplated that thought. He stood there watching her make her way to the pool. He knew he should look away and get back to work or go make himself some lunch, but as always she held his attention without even trying. Her sun kissed bronzed skin seemed to glisten in the sun. She was so much more than just a beautiful woman, but there were times like this where she just took his breath away and captivated his soul. The memory of holding her, the feel of her soft skin was just to delicious to ever forget, and seeing her like this stirred up all those thoughts and feelings. Jackson pinched the bridge of his nose trying to return to reality and walk away from the window. It was a valiant but futile effort. Helplessly, he watched as as her white cover up slipped off her shoulders and fell onto the patio chair like a piece of paper falling off a desk onto the floor. Her hot pink bikini hid just enough of her to showcase all of her. Even from the second story window her curves were unmistakable. Jackson knew music was on, but nothing registered as his lungs sharply inhaled when she reached behind and unhooked her top. The world seemed to stop as she stood there topless with her back turned to him. This couldn't be real, this had to be his vivid imagination sending him into some pervy daydream. He wanted to run his hands over her skin, feel her back sail under his fingertips and palms. Feel her skin melt like water and soak his soul. Hear her soft moans as his thumbs and the heel of his palms pressed and massaged her back, neck and shoulders. He wanted to be behind her, brush those blonde locks away from her neck and kiss her just below her ear as his arms encased her in his embrace. Let his hands fun free of their own accord as his lips softly compressed against her skin. His entire being needed to feel the energy flow between them., feel her lean back against him and relax at the enjoyment of his touch. Hear those soft coos of pleasure as she melts into the moment. His mind was a raging inferno of lust filled thoughts, wanting the comfort and craving the wicked. Jackson could feel his heart racing. She glanced over her shoulder as a playful smirk could barely be seen. It was almost like she was looking for someone behind her, like she was looking for him to be behind her. She was more likely just ensuring the coast was clear. What on earth was she doing she had to know he was home. Did she not see his car in the driveway or hear the music? How often has she done this before and he never knew? He wanted it to stop, but needed her to continue. He has to be imagining all this, it couldn't be, it wasn't real. Yet it was real and more real than his imagination could have ever conceived. He knew it wasn’t too late to turn away, so far all he had seen was her in her bathing suit and her bare back. He had seen her bareback before, like when she wore that metallic silver dress to Mitch and Joe’s anniversary party a few years ago. Nothing he had seen yet had crossed any line. He should go fix a sandwich and forget about how he wanted to be down there to please and pamper her. To adore every inch of her and bring her to such pleasure she would cling to him as her body spasmed and quaked. Walk away, walk away now screamed the voice in his head. But he couldn’t pull his eyes off Kendra as she slid the bottoms of her bikini down over the full curve of her hips and onto the patio where she stepped out of them. The voice in Jackson’s head was telling him how he was going to hell, that this was such a bad idea because he would remember every moment of this and the replay would play in his mind all the time and the guilt and temptation would be ravenous beasts that would grow every time he closed his eyes and saw her like this. Turn away, turn away. The voice could say anything because Jackson’s whole being was invested in this and didn't even know his conscious was talking. Instead he couldn’t help but lean closer to the window as if to get closer to her. He watched as she ran her fingers thru her hair, leaning her head back slightly as she tousled her hair to loosen it, so it fell more naturally. How could he stand there objectifying his friend. How could he not watch and not be fully aroused feeling his swollen desire straining against the fabric of his underwear and shorts, begging to be set free, desperate to want t feel the tight liquid heat inside his best friend. The moans she made the night he slept over echoed in his head. He wanted to go down there this moment and see if he couldn't make her moan that way again. Watching Kenda shimmy out of her bikini bottoms was a sight to behold. She bent over at the waist showcasing her heart shaped ass as she picked up the bottoms. Jackson let out an audible whimper as her breasts hung and swayed free before she stood back up and placed her bottoms upon one of the poolside chairs. She had those thighs, damn those thighs. Sculpted, soft, yet powerful. The kind of thighs that gripped you when they welcomed you and you felt the heels of her feet against the small of your back. Those silky thighs that caressed your cheeks as you savored her sweet essence before those thighs clamped down hard around your head when the thunder rolled through her. Jackson suddenly gasped for air, as his entire being had been so focused on K, that it forgot to breathe. He was a prisoner to her in a way she would never know. His heart was booming against his chest as he fought the dizzy lightheaded lust filled stupor his head was swimming in. In an instant her feet left the deck and her body slid into the water. She swam the length of the pool and returned. Her delicate fingers wrapped around the shaft of the ladder and she pulled herself up out of the pool. She slowly climbed out, or maybe his mind was just playing it in slow motion to take in every exquisite detail. The water clung to her like liquid cellophane, as if not wanting to let go. As the water drizzled off her bare skin, she ran her hands over her hair slicking it back and wringing out the excess water. My gawd, no one is really supposed to look that good naked. She actually looked even better with her clothes off. He didn't want to feel this way about his friend how he wanted to bend her over and make her soak him or to bury his face between those strong delicate thighs and see if he couldn't make her writhe in ecstasy. He didn't want to be imagining how good it would be ramming himself inside her. To hear her moan, to watch her breasts bounce with every lovingly violent thrust. This isn't how civilized people act. This isn't how best friends think of each other. He shouldn't be imagining feeling her legs wrapped around him as she clawed at him, needing him deeper and deeper inside her. Jackson’s nostrils flared as his chest heaved and billowed searching for more air as the fires raging inside were suffocating him. Guilt weighed heavy on him as he felt like some sort of caveman unable to control his primordial urges. He should appreciate his friend for being one of the most amazing giving people he knows. He wasn't supposed to let his mind resort to the bountiful physical pleasures he would feel being in her, part of her. He saw how her strength and confidence hid her vulnerability, how her perfection was simply a beautiful cage. The unflappable strong woman hid the little girl that wasn't comfortable in her own skin, because she didn’t truly know who she was. She knew the persona but not the amazing person that hid inside her. Kendra was far more than just a gorgeous, gorgeous woman. She was like everyone else, and yet different from everyone else. She needed an excuse to be herself, not this persona her parents sculpted and she leveraged. She yearned to be who she felt she was and he suspected was afraid it was too ugly for everyone else’s perception of her. He shouldn’t be lost in a world where he was down there with her, wishing to be the one pleasing her like only he knew how. His conscious chimed in, ok now I really should just go and make some lunch or do anything but what I am doing now. Jackson was cemented in place. He literally was unable to pull his eyes off her as she seemed to be walking towards him. She had a towel in her hand, why didn't she dry off and cover up? Every step she took, made the pounding of his heart in his ears that much louder. He felt the boa constrictor of lust crushing his lungs making it harder to breathe by the second. Look away, walk away his inner voice told him. It was all in vain, his body was nearly frozen in time as her slow motion walk lasted for days. The way the water sparkled in the sunlight, he wasn't sure if he was watching reality or some 80s campy teenage rom-com movie. His heartbeat pounded in his chest and ears like cannon fire. It was then he realized he had unknowingly been gripping and stroking himself through his shorts. He could feel himself twitch and throb with every step she took. This was insanity. No his mind betrayed him, it was paradise and more ethereal than the summer night sky. He felt so alone and yet so connected. Now what was she doing? His conscious tried to distract his id with logic, only succeeding for a moment. The sexual energy vibrated in every cell of his body, controlling his body and his thoughts. Watching her lay down the towel made all thought and logic disappear, as the voyeuristic actions watched reality bend and fold before him. The towel was turned facing the late morning sun, but it was basically like a landing strip towards his second floor window. With the way the sun burning in the sky above him, he knew there was no way she could see him. He shouldn’t be doing this, this nearly obsessive admiration was degrading her. She was his friend, she was one of the most amazing people he had ever met. But now she was that unbridled desire, curves that needed to be followed, lips that needed to be kissed, passion to be stretched and filled. This wasn’t his best friend before him, it was millenniums of pent up base needs and programing that feed his limited thinking. She was his fantasy made real. J’s fingers dug further into the pine window sill, as his knuckles whitened while trying to maintain control of his body and not succumb to the unending need blossoming within. Guilt, shame, failure to be a good friend and a gentleman that society demands, all acted as weights in his mind making his head hang down. He shouldn't do this, he needed to be better. He should have been greater than even this perfect temptation. Yet there he was watching her as she laid down on the towel. Sunburst water droplets glittering on her skin. Her body was flawed like every other human, but was perfection to him simply because it was hers. The physical attraction was a mere catalyst to the connection he craved. It wasn’t just about pleasure, it was being part of her. To not only be welcomed by her, but accepted and wanted, that’s what Jackson wanted. He craved her in a way that affected him on every level of him. As she laid down on the towel she had a look like she was ready to to be ravaged. Jackson’s gaze was already devouring every inch of her. The ache and throbbing he felt was borderline painful. A few of the water droplet had gathered and rolled from her bronzed skin. Jackson didn't even feel the automatic response of his tongue softly flickering like he was trying to catch those drops of water in his opened mouth. There she laid helpless and powerful all at once. The sun washed over her skin almost steaming the water off her every curve. Unable to understand what he was seeing Jackson couldnt think he could only watch as her hand slid across her belly. Her slick wet skin looked so soft he ached for that to be his hand enjoying her. He gulped hard as her hand slide up her body and squeezed her breast. From this distance he couldn’t quite tell if she was rolling her nipple between her fingers or simply squeezing but his mind was spinning causing to forget how to breathe. Jackson was still alert enough to watch her other hands slide between her thighs that she parted slightly. Her fingers slid up and down her most delicate of places. Jackson could just sense how her body respond to her own touch which forced a few drops of precum to dribbled down his engorged shaft. Jackson continued to watch in amazement of how her delicate fingers knew just the right touch as her legs fell outwards making herself all the more free. Jackson frantically fumbled for the remote. He knew she would be making those same sounds that had been haunting his mind since the sleepover. He should stop, but there was no stopping now. He could see her middle finger tease her. It circled and darted teasing her only to pull away. Slowly Kendra’s body found a rhythm from a beat playing in her soul. She could feel her clit sing as her fingers circled and danced around her. Her hips slowly rocked in delicious syncopation to her heartbeat. Jackson whimpered as he watched her as her fingers disappeared into her mouth as she gave into the temptation to tasted herself. Jackson couldn’t take it anymore and gripped himself and moved in time with her. Stroking and squeezing, his hand mimicked just like he imagined it felt like deep inside her. The windowsill creaked as it bore more of his weight. His body was heavy while his soul soared. He started pumping his hand faster as Kendra continued to rub her clit and plunge her fingers inside her. He could barely hear her soft moans. Yet he could hear just enough to bring back those memories of listening to her, through the bathroom door, on the night he slept over. He continues to time his strokes to be in sync with her fingers.he desperately wanted It to be his cock that she felt as her fingers dove deep inside. Her hand still clutched her breast as her two fingers dover erratically and quickly in and out of her. He watched her hips wiggle, rise and fall with the tempest of her need. All the while his hand glided over the velvety soft steel of the swollen ache he had. His hand delicate and then firm, all to match her movements. Hel could feel his skin shift and slide back and forth with the tension of his hand. His breathing was strained as his body boiled in the fires of lust. His hand following the contour of him as her fingers dove in and out of her. She pinched and pulled her nopple and he couldn;t stop the precum to leak out the tip of him. He watched as the first orgasm rocked through her. He couldn't help but groan as we watched her convulse and spasm as the pleasure shook her. His hand instinctively repeatedly squeezed around him. Her body clenching and releasing at a frantic pace like neurons firing. Her breasts quaking as her fingers twirled around her clit. Her mouth wide open screaming a silent moan that barely constituted a loud gasping breath. The ferocity of her passion silenced by the intensity of her pleasure. It was one of the most beautiful things he had ever witness and his body tingled with an unleashed need. In his mind It was her tight burning hot pussy that was grabbing him, pulling him into her. Jackson looked down at her as her eyes were closed but her body open. Time and time against he pushed into her. Each time her moans grew a little louder. Kendra’s body rocked with each of Jackson's thrust. They both needed him deeper, and deeper he tried to go. Her fingers dug into his back like a climber clinging to a mountain. His lust drunk eyes could barely see the world, but captured every bounce and jiggle of her breasts. His body would slam against hers time and time again, and the concussive impact would ripple through her and dance within her breasts. “Yes fuck me.” was said in the voice of a vixen and in her actions as a succubus as she tried to pull him in even more. All civility was gone this was all about pleasure now and a unbridled need. She moved unimpeded beneath him, as he moved effortlessly in her. The repressed want, was already built to a crescendo even before they touched. This would not take long, for this moment had taken forever. Over and over again he watched he every move. Over and over again he felt her grip him just right as he watched her move beneath her. He closed his eyes as his mind reeled at how god she felt. How she was a fantasy made whole. Her hands ran down the contours of his flexed arms that bore his weight as he loomed above her. Her fingers hooked into the waistband and tugged at his shorts that were hanging just low enough for his cock to be free. “Take them off J, I want all of you.” It was part command, part plead. Either way Jackson eagerly complied. Shimming out of his shorts and underwear he kicked them aside and moaned as he pushed back inside her. It was all too intense, too much pressure. There was no tease, no foreplay. This wasn’t a long scenic drive more like the launch of a rocket. They fell into a rhythm in an instant like two lovers attuned to each others frequency at the very first touch. They both craved each other, they both needed that liberating release. He thought the first time would have been more build up, more exploration and touch, but it was self evident they both just needed to bathe in each others passion. He was so close and started to pull out so he could relieve the pressure and want that consumed him. She pressed her heels to the small of his back. She needed him as much as he wanted her. “No no no please. Cum in me I need to feel you please.” The sensation of feeling her pulling him back in melted his control. Harder and more feverently he thrusted. She rocked her hips hungrily as she took the full length of him over and over again. Their bodies slammed together with such beautiful brutality it shock each other’s reality. “Please” her voice was meek and she was obviously cresting on the first wave. He pumped as if he was racing death itself. “Pleeeeeeeease” she begged “Cum inside me NOW.” Her body shuddered and spasmed around him as the totality of it all overtook her body and soul. She cried out as her back arched, her toes curled, and her body clenched and pulsated. It was too much for Jackson. His eyes squeezed shut as he fought against his own body's desire to let go. Hearing her like this, seeing every breathtaking inch, witnessing her beautiful surrender, he broke. Jackson let out a guttural grunt as his body won out and exploded. She gripped and milked every drop from him as each surge was smaller than the one before. Yet he kept pumping into her, emptying everything he was, into her. Jackson opened his eyes as the beads of sweat ran along his eyebrows. He was ragged and out of breath and completely spent as another bead of sweat rolled down his back like a rogue ball bearing. His t-shirt clung to him. His mouth agape his chest heaved as air struggled to squirm into his chest. His body was heavy as it plummeted from the high. The muscles in his neck struggled against the weight of his head, as if every ounce of his energy had been drained from him. Even his eyelids felt like five pound weights, but he struggled to look out the window. He needed to see her. He needed that small miniscule connection. He needed this to be a shared experience even though it wasn’t. He wanted this to be more than lust filled desire manifested in moment of uncivilized weakness. His longing wasn't sexual, it was a kindred, kismet yearning. It wasn’t a longing, it was an ingrained preordained need to be what ever part of her life he could be part of. She laid there in the afterglow. Her hand over her eyes and forehead as if trying to hold in a thought. Even at this distance he could see her breasts heaved up and down as her body tried to breathe once again. He wanted to be there holding her caressing her. Jackson was still uncertain what the hell just happened. Hell, fitting he thought, because that's where I am headed. How on earth could he face Kendra now and not think of how the water dripped from her skin as she emerged from the pool. How those breasts bounced and swayed as she walked. How her nipples were designed to be pulled into his mouth and suckled. How his hand should feel the silky smooth power stored in her dancer's head crushing thighs. How could he see her beautiful face and not imagine kissing her lips let alone not remember that beautiful look of surrender as she came loud and hard. How her body reached as her fingers delved into that sweet wet… Reality snapped back into his mind and he surveyed the rather large mess he had just made. He peeled off his drenched shirt and made his way down the hall to the bathroom to wash up. Returning clean and dressed he cleaned up his mess and again chastised himself for being such a pervert, for being so weak. He cleaned and disinfected the area removing all trace of what had just happened there. He washed his hands yet again and went back to the office. He couldn’t stop himself for looking out to see if K was still there. He felt a sharp pain of disappointment when her backyard was empty. My god was she gorgeous, and sexy, and damn so naughty. The phone ringing broke Jackson out of his rambling daydream. The ringtone told him it was Kendra. He audibly snorted as his conscious controlled his actions. Dude you are sooooo fucked, was the taunt that echoed in Jackson’s head. Shut up, god he hated that guy sometimes. Quickly he answered the phone before the fourth ring. “Heeeeeeeeyyyyyy” What the hell he thought, when did I become the Fonz. Shaking his head and clearing his throat he tried to compose himself. “Hey K, wazzup?” Whazzup? He chastised himself for being such an idiot. First the Fonz now I’m a frat guy from the 90s. One of these days he hoped he wouldn't be such a spaz around her. “Hey hun, have you had lunch yet? I have some chicken salad chilling in the fridge but made way too much and don't want it to go bad want to join me ?” A slight sense of panic set in. Does she know I could see and hear her? A millions thoughts, fears, and emotions overloaded his mind. “I uhhh” his conscience told him he should make an excuse. Things had been great with her since the dinner after the sleepover. Sitting there having pizza and talking and then her curling into him as they watched the movie. Having her fall asleep against him was so beautiful to him. He was so relieved he hadn't ruined that friendship. He knew he needed to answer so his brain was everywhere so it responded with its base programming of telling the truth. “I haven't eaten yet no.” “Okay. I will see you over here in five then. When you get here we can decide if we want to stay inside or go have a picnic and eat out on the grass. Bring your swim shorts too, it is hot out. See ya soon hun.” Stunned and still trying to process all that happened in the last twenty minutes, he hung up the phone. Grabbing his swim shorts and washed up again for good measure. His body was on autopilot as he made his way out the door and across the lawn. What the the fuck just happened? He found himself standing in front of the door and reflex made him knock. Kendra opened the door in her hot pink bikini with her white cover up opened. Wrapping her arms around him in a big hug, “Thank you hun I just hate throwing good food away.” Jackson’s brain still wasn’t fully caught up and was in a bit of a stupor, but his body knew enough to wrap his arms around her and return the hug. Sensing her standing on her tiptoes so she would fit against him just right his arms instinctively supported her against him. He felt her squeeze him, felt how her breasts flattened against his chest. Her whole body seemed to be pressed against him. The sensation was just too intoxicating. She was way too close, yet still too far away. He found himself not wanting to let go as she slowly ended the hug. “Come on in hun”. Like a mindless drone he followed her in, the whole time his Jiminy Cricket was busting out laughing at him. Serves you right, his inner voice gloated. “You are sooooo screwed, oh and Jackie says hi.” Jackson’s lips sneered for a moment as he tried to shut up his inner monologue. His inner voice cackled one more parting dig “Good luck not picturing her cumming or imagining fucking her on the back lawn as you eat your lunch. Oh by the way am sure she felt that semi you got going on there.” Jackson really hated that prick sometimes. |
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The next adventure in the Naughty Neighbors series. I haven't started working on Kendra's POV yet but I will at some point. Was trying to blend the voyeuristic element and the fantasy elements (like how Jackson somehow in his mind transferred himself from being a hidden observer to an active participant. I know the "fun" part of the story was rather quick, that's partly by design because I wanted to work on the build up. Hopefully, it's an enjoyable read...and what are we going to do with Kendra, she knew full well Jackson was home and that whole show was for him. I guess naughty girls do get all the fun. lol
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i really dig what Kendra was doing to him...and i like her devilish thought...she acts so innocent to Jackson...but oh ya, she is a devil, in the angel's disguise...i totally understand her inner naughtiness....sometime, girl just got to doooo...ya know... great work...i can't wait Kendra's POV...
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A marvelous sexy romp on a blog- It is so cumming alive. Clever craftsmanship. Can't wait to see what Kendra turn out like (Virtual Symposium Group) use Virtual Symposium Group
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and she is a vixen isnt she i just wonder what the dynamic between the two would be if they every gave in. think jackson could turn the tables on her? or would he submit to her? or maybe both ? lol
Is fun "watching" them spin their own tale sometimes feels like i am a spectator even though i am writing it lolBecome a member to create a blog
