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Voyeur watches an exhibitionist woman wash her recyclables while topless.

"And the Earth Day community service award for donating the most return deposit, recycled bottles and cans goes to Michael and Michelle. Come on up here Michael and Michelle to accept your award," said the Mayor clapping with the crowd of town residents.

Embarrassed to accept the Earth Day community service award for donating the most return deposit recycling, if the town residents only knew the motivation I had to collect so many bottles and cans in such a short amount of time, they'd have me tarred and feathered, before running me out of town on a rail for being the pervert that I obviously am.

"Thank you, Mister Mayor. Thank you everyone," I said. "On behalf of Michelle, who couldn't be here today because she's working, I accept this community service award. Trust me, I wouldn't be accepting this award, if it wasn't for Michelle giving me the encouragement and the motivation that I needed to collect so many bottles and cans. Thank you," I said looking at the award, while picturing Michelle naked.

"Thank you, Michael," said the Mayor. "In big part because of you and your girlfriend, our recycling drive was a huge success and we earned more than ten thousand dollars, that's more than two hundred thousand bottles and cans picked up off the streets and returned for their deposits. Singlehandedly, Michael collected more than twelve hundred dollars worth of bottles and cans for our recycling drive and his girlfriend Michelle rinsed them all out, before turning them in to the town. Are you ready for this folks? That's more than 24,000 bottles and cans. Amazing, it's just so amazing to have such a dedicated citizen living here among us. Let's give him a another big round of applause."

Allow me to set the record straight. For starters, I'm not a community activist. I'm not a good deed doer. I'm not even a concerned, conscientious citizen. I was never even a Boy Scout. Until just a few, short months ago, I've never recycled anything in my life. To be honest, I didn't even know it was Earth Day and here I am accepting the Community Service Award for not only recycling the most return deposit bottles and cans but also for donating the most return deposit money to the town. They all consider me an environmental hero but, if they only knew I was just a voyeuristic pervert, that would change their opinion of me.

I live in a small town and because there's nothing to do in small town America, we celebrate obscure holidays, such as Arbor Day, Flag Day, Turnip Day, and Pumpkin Festival, as if we're celebrating Thanksgiving with the Macy's Day parade. Every month they celebrate something with a parade. This year, mainly because of the bad economy with no one having any money, especially with the mayor having to make budget cuts, the town made an all out effort about Earth Day.

They figured they'd get some much needed revenue from return deposit fees on bottles and cans. They had signs posted everywhere about the upcoming Earth Day festival and for all town residents to recycle and to donate their return deposit bottles and cans to help assuage the costs of upcoming community events, such as parades and the upcoming fourth of July town's big barbeque. My town loves a good parade, the bigger and the louder the better. Only, they had no idea, mostly because of how much I collected, the money they'd earn from this one event.

Even though I work from home, too busy working and too tired after working, not very active in the community, I don't bother recycling anything. Easier and more convenient for me, I know it's wrong, but I dump everything in the trash. I don't even return bottles and cans for my deposits. Recycling companies must love dopes like me because they turn in all of our bottles and cans for refunds. I can only imagine the money they must collect from so many people who don't return their bottles and cans for fees. Someone is getting rich on recycling and it's not me.

Satisfied to stay ensconced in my apartment, especially after I gave up finding a girlfriend, when the last love relationship I was in failed, the only time I go anywhere is to run weekly errands to the post office, the bank, and to go food shopping. Other than that, I'm always home working, watching television, or surfing porn sites on my computer, while masturbating. Masturbation has become my daily past time. So long as I have my hairy hand, who needs a woman?

Okay, I admit, I'd love to have a woman in my life but, from the lesson I learned from my last girlfriend, she has to be the right woman, an uninhibited woman who enjoys playing sexy games of exhibitionism and voyeurism. A total pervert, voyeurism and exhibitionism is what gets my motor running, not recycling. My special favorites are those Japanese sharking videos, where a guy runs up to a woman, pulls up her skirt and pulls down her panty to expose her ass and pussy or pulls down her top to expose her tits. Wow. I just love those videos.

Now, the Japanese have a new fetish video where a guy cuts off women's clothes with a scissors, while she's sleeping. Seriously, what woman could sleep through having her clothes cut off, including her panty and bra and then being groped? Either it's a setup, where the women are acting, as if they're sleeping or the women are drugged. Nonetheless, if you're a voyeur, it's still a hot video to watch.

Then, there are all of those up skirts and down blouse videos on the Internet. Not to mention all the Chikan videos they have out there, too, where Japanese men grope, undress, and have sex with women on the bus and the train. The men in that country are more perverted than I could ever be. They'd never get away with some of the things they do there in this country. Women would have them arrested and charged with rape. Not to mention, their husbands and boyfriends would pay them a visit and beat the crap out of them.

Addicted to watching exhibitionism and voyeurism videos on the Internet, the most recent exhibitionism and voyeurism videos are the cock flashing videos, where a man on a train, bus or plane flashes his cock to unsuspecting women. Sometimes he masturbates. Sometimes, he even masturbates all over the women.

"Eww. Gross."

Even though it's something I'd never do, it's still exciting to watch. Yet, I don't get the reactions of so many of the Japanese women. They are all so passive. If someone did that to an American women, especially in Texas or in the inner city, they'd pull out a gun from their handbag and shoot the pervert.

Getting back to the recycling, it all started with my new neighbor, Michelle. The apartment across the way had been vacant for several months and I forgot about someone having just taken it. Of course, not having met or even seen him or her, I was curious who moved in next door, but between work, watching television, and surfing porn sites, I didn't pay much attention to my next door neighbor, whoever it was. I'm just too damn busy with my own life to pay attention to someone else's life.

When I finally looked over at my neighbor's kitchen window, first it was all dark, then, as I was leaving my kitchen for the living room, out the corner of my eye, I saw her kitchen light flick on and illuminate my view, along with my always horny imagination. When I looked out my kitchen window, I thought I was seeing things. I thought I was imagining my favorite voyeurism and exhibitionism fantasy, when I suddenly saw my new neighbor standing at the kitchen sink topless.

"Whoa! Are you kidding me? Where the Hell are my glasses?"

She was wearing a cowgirl hat and nothing else. Then, she took off the hat, too. Having grown up watching westerns, I've always loved cowgirls. Do you remember that cowgirl in that John Travolta movie, Urban Cowboy. Boy, she was hot.

"Yipee ki-yay! My new sexy neighbor wants to play. Hip, hip, hurray!"

Quickly, I turned off my kitchen light and looked for my glasses. I'm nearsighted. Running around in the dark, after tripping over the dog and banging my knee on the kitchen island, I found my glasses. Sure enough, my neighbor was standing at her kitchen sink washing something and she was topless, no hat, no blouse, no bra, just tits, nice, big, round, tits with big nipples. Tits, tits, tits, I just love tits.

"Holy shit! Oh, baby, you could have kept your cowgirl hat on and your cowgirl boots, that is, if you're wearing any, for this sexy show."

I couldn't believe my eyes. Her tits were right there in front of me. Our houses are so close together that sometimes I feel that I could reach out and touch her and feel her beautiful breasts. For sure, with both of our windows open in the summer time, if I farted or burped loud enough, no doubt, she'd hear me. Our windows are so close that binoculars, unless I wanted to count how many freckles she has, are unnecessary.

"This is unbelievable," I said enjoying my view.

Having yet to meet her, she's my new neighbor, no doubt. Just having moved in last week, she doesn't have all her window treatments in place, yet. Not knowing that there's a pervert living next door to her, perhaps, she doesn't realize that I can see her.

"Hello, cutie," I whispered standing back in the dark and away from the window.

I figured I'd enjoy the show, while I could, assuming that she'd cover her windows soon enough. I even ran upstairs to my bedroom window to see if I could see more of her, but the kitchen window gave me the best view. Quickly, I ran back downstairs hoping I didn't miss anything.

"Fuck me. Better than any porn video on the Internet, this is so great."

Stunned, shocked, surprised, and excited, I couldn't stop staring. I felt like a testosterone filled teenager. Never having been treated to such a public display of nudity, it's been a long time since I've been filled with such sexual excitement. Then, when she moved from the kitchen sink, I thought the show was over, but she walked straight back to the kitchen table. Now, I had a head to toe view of her and it was then that I saw that she wasn't just topless, she was naked.

"Oh, my God. I don't believe this. This can't be happening. This is surreal."

My new neighbor, someone that I don't even know her name, I already know so much more about her. My old neighbor lived next door for nearly 5 years and I never saw so much as her bra strap. I'm not embarrassed to admit that I even flashed my old neighbor my cock a few times in hopes that I'd inspire her to play a little game of exhibitionism and voyeurism and flash me, but she never did. Probably a lesbian, no doubt, I guess she wasn't impressed or excited by seeing my cock. Leaving me to my sexual frustration, she'd just close her blinds.

After seeing this new neighbor walking around naked with the kitchen light on and nothing on her windows, I wanted to give her a show, too. Suddenly, I had this urge to flash her my cock. I always hoped to have a neighbor who would play voyeurism and exhibitionism games with me. Only, maybe I was a bit too premature in my assessment of her as a contestant in my game. Maybe she's just oblivious. Maybe she doesn't know that I can see her.

Then, again, women don't enjoy ogling naked men, in the way that men enjoy ogling naked women. Besides, I didn't want to run the risk that I'd prematurely end her naked show. Moreover, what if she called the police on me and told them that I was exposing myself to her, when she was the one exposing herself to me, first? Women can get away with flashing men, but men will find a permanent place on the sex registry list for flashing a woman.

This new neighbor is way better than my old, grouchy neighbor. This neighbor is a petite, pretty blonde. I like petite, pretty blondes. My old neighbor was a dowdy and homely, older woman with hair as dark as her disposition and as short as her temper.

She had a cat and I'm allergic to cats. She hated my dog. The reason, no doubt, I was never invited to her apartment and I never invited her in mine. An understatement, we weren't very neighborly. I always wondered how the layout of her apartment differed from mine though, a necessary thing to know, when being a voyeur and a peeper.

Trying to take her all in, trying to memorize every part of her naked body, in case this is the last time I see her naked, my new neighbor has C cup breasts with pink areolas and pink, puffy nipples. She has a round shapely ass and is a real blonde with a blonde pussy that is neatly trimmed. I figured she was in her late twenties but it wouldn't surprise me if she was more my age and in her early thirties. Yet, what did any of that matter now? I was being treated to a free nude review show of voyeurism and exhibitionism without even having to leave my apartment.

"Oh, boy. This is so hot."

The naked sight of her gave me an erection with the deepest, wanton desire for her. Filled with lust, she was making me so hot and horny with her impromptu naked show. After watching her for a few minutes, I removed my cock from the tight confines of my pants and began stroking myself to the jiggling and swaying motion of her beautiful breasts, as she washed whatever it was she was washing at the kitchen sink.

"Oh, that's right baby. Wash that dirty thing. Take your time and wash it real good, while I stroke my cock to your jiggling and swaying tits."

Being the voyeur that I am, seeing my new neighbor topless was such an erotic and unexpected surprise. Then, seeing her naked body for such a prolonged amount of time was a sexual fantasy come true. Never have I been treated to such a private show of exhibitionism. Feeling like such a pervert by peeping, but unable to stop myself from looking, watching, and staring, I slowly masturbated to the naked vision of her. The more I stroked my cock, the more I imagined holding her, touching her, kissing her, and making love to her. I so wanted to fuck her. I so wanted her to suck my cock.

"This is so hot."

As if I she didn't know I was even there, I imagined standing naked behind her, while she mindlessly continued washing whatever she was washing. With my rigid cock pressed against her and parting her ass cheeks, I imagined my hands feeling her tits and my fingers fingering her nipples, while I fucked her doggie style at the kitchen sink and again at the kitchen table. Hiding in the dark shadows of my kitchen, hoping that she couldn't see me, I stood there watching her in the bright light of her kitchen, while stroking myself faster.

"Wow, what a woman! What an incredible woman. She has great tits. I love her knockers. I love her ass. I just love her body."

She was making me so hot and horny that I needed to cum. Not yet. I'd have plenty of time for that later. I wanted to delay the experience, as long as I could. Besides, I didn't want to miss any of the show.

Yet, as quickly as it all began, it was over. I couldn't believe it. As if the abrupt end to a pornographic video, when she turned off the switch, she extinguished more than the kitchen light. She extinguished my wanton desire for her, but not before I exploded my lust for her across my kitchen floor.

"Oh, God, that was so amazing. I've never cummed so much so fast. Holy shit."

Had it not been such a sudden and pleasurable surprise, I wish I had the presence of mind to videotape her. That would have been one hot video that I'd watch over and again. Besides, if I videotaped her, I'd be too tempted to post that on the Internet. Yet, in hindsight, even if I thought to videotape her, for sure, she'd notice the red light. It's better that she not know that I was watching her. It's better that she not know that I'm such a voyeur. It's better that she not know that her next door neighbor is a pervert.

Then, I wondered, what if she was hoping I was watching her? What if she knew I was watching her? How hot would that be? What if she was purposely exposing herself to me? What if she loves to flash and was giving me a private show? What if, later, she masturbates over all that she's showing me in the way that I masturbate over all that I saw?

"Wow!"

Nah, stuff like that never happens to me. No doubt, this was just a fluke and something that will never happen again. I'd never be so lucky to not only get a hot neighbor like her but also a sexy neighbor, one who loves playing voyeurism and exhibitionism games, as much as I do. I could only wish.

A next door, sexy woman who loved playing erotic games would be my dream come true type of neighbor. I'd finally find my dream woman. I could only imagine all the sexy fun we'd have flashing her body everywhere, on the beach, in a parking lot, at the mall, in the car, everywhere.

For the rest of the evening, changing my entire nightly routine of watching TV and surfing the Internet, I maintained a continued and hopeful surveillance of her kitchen window. Feeling a bit like an undercover cop on a stakeout, only there was nothing to see. Then, an hour and a half later, when I saw the kitchen light pop on, I saw her dressed in her nightgown and bathrobe.

"Fuck. Show over. Damn."

Still glued to my window, I watched her, while hoping to learn more about her routine. As an experienced but unsuccessful voyeur, that is, until now, routines are important to learn, when hoping to see more public and private displays of nudity. Whether it was accidental or on purpose, she gave me one of the most erotic voyeuristic displays I've ever witnessed in my life. The naked memory of her standing at the kitchen sink facing me, with her tits right there, still stiffened my cock and electrified my being. Stuff like this never happens to me.

Such a total voyeur, albeit usually a frustrated one, I'm always in the wrong position to see what I always hope to see but shouldn't see. Seldom do I catch an up skirt or a down blouse view. Always at the wrong place at the wrong time, I never see that windblown skirt or fallen bikini top. For me to see what I need to see voyeuristically, I have to go online to get my daily dose of voyeurism and exhibitionism videos. Yet, now, with this hot, sexy babe of a neighbor living right next door, she's better than any X-rated exhibitionism and voyeurism video that I've watched.

Tonight was perfect. Tonight was amazing. Tonight was so very erotically arousing. Even if I never see her naked again, I shall never forget this night. With her naked picture already plastered in my mind, I'll be masturbating over the naked image of her tonight, tomorrow, and forever. Then, I thought, what if this is her nightly routine? What if she enjoys walking around her apartment naked. Maybe she's a nudist. What if she'll give me a second showing tomorrow night and every night, thereafter.

"Wow! Oh, my God. I can only hope."

I was excited all over again with the thought of seeing her standing at the kitchen sink topless tomorrow night. Maybe this is her nightly routine. Maybe she'll give me a naked show every night, that is, until she catches me looking or until she covers her windows. I couldn't wait for tomorrow evening to find out if my sexy, new neighbor would continue her sexy, naked show. This was the most fun I've had since watching the Super Bowl.

I couldn't sleep a wink that night. All I could think about was her standing at the kitchen sink topless and then walking to the kitchen table naked. It was unbelievable. Already getting aroused again, I needed more relief, so I masturbated again while thinking of all that I saw of her naked body.

While stroking my cock, I pictured her standing at the kitchen sink topless. I filled my brain with her beautiful tits. I recalled the image of her standing naked by her kitchen table, as I stroked myself faster. Then, I imagined having wild sex with her.

"Oh, my God. I'm gonna cum."
As soon as I thought about having wild sex with her, I exploded. I haven't masturbated twice in a day, since I was a teenager, when I routinely masturbated three and four times daily, some days, as many as six times, on those days that I was really horny.

The next evening, I couldn't wait to know if I was going to have a nightly show. I walked about a darkened kitchen waiting and hoping for her to turn on her kitchen light. Sure enough, at exactly 9pm, just as she did last night, she flipped on the kitchen light and walked in the kitchen naked.

"Oh, my God. Fuck me. Showtime! This is crazy. Whoever you are, I love you."

I didn't dare breathe for fear that I'd miss something. I didn't dare move fearing that she'd see me in the shadows peeping at her and I'd ruin my chance to watch her nightly washing ritual undetected for the rest of the evening and tomorrow night and every night thereafter. I was too busy ogling her luscious breasts to notice whatever it was she was washing. I didn't care what she was washing. I just wanted to see her tits, while I masturbated.

Then, when I focused, I saw she was rinsing out empty bottles and cans for her recycling bin, no doubt, to donate to the upcoming Earth Day recycling drive. Even though I didn't recycle, I was so glad she did. Without doubt, with the sexy, naked view of her that I had, she was making for a better planet Earth.

"Suddenly, my favorite holiday, I just love Earth Day. God bless recycling. That's right, baby, recycle. Help to preserve the environment. Do your part to save the Earth by washing those dirty bottles and filthy cans. Wash them real good, sweetie. Take your time, so that I can stroke my cock, while watching you wash them."

Just as I did last night, I pulled out my cock and started slowly masturbating to the naked sight of her. I could not have come up with a better exhibitionism and voyeurism scenario, had I invented one myself.

"I love this new neighbor. She's so pretty. She's so sexy. She has fabulous knockers and such a hot body. She's the best neighbor I ever had."

I couldn't imagine a better neighbor than her. Even with all the naked videos I watched, she had the best body of the bunch.

With no other window facing her window, unless there was someone standing in the alley between our houses, the only one who could see her was me. This was my private, naked show and I was so enjoying it. Only, this evening's show was a much shorter version. After only rinsing out a few bottles and cans, with no more left to rinse, she was finished. The show was over and the light was off. I didn't even have a chance to cum.

"Damn. Fuck! If only she had more recyclable to wash."

Since I work from home and my office overlooks the entire street, I can't help but watch all the people in the neighborhood coming and going. I noticed that my new neighbor left for work at 8am. An act of desperation, but taking a chance that it would work, I went out and scoured the neighborhood looking for bottles and cans. After a short amount of time, I collected a box full of them, at least one hundred items, enough to keep her standing at her kitchen window for ten or fifteen minutes.

When I returned to my house, I walked down the alleyway, where we both keep our trash bins and left the box of dirty recyclables practically on her back door step. Since she comes in and goes out by the back way, I knew she'd see them. Impatiently, anxiously, and excitedly, I stood skulking by my kitchen window waiting for her to return home from work. Sure enough, just after 5pm, when she came home from work and saw the box of recyclables. I saw her look around, before carrying the box of bottles and cans inside.

"Bingo!" I couldn't believe it. My plan worked. "That's right, baby, carry those dirty bottles and cans inside. Wash those dirty recyclables. Make them all shiny clean, but don't forget to remove all your clothes first. You don't want to get your clothes all wet."

Willing to miss American Idol, a basketball game, a baseball game, or whatever else was on TV that night, not even wanting to surf the net for pornography, when I had it right here next door, I was waiting for a better show, a naked show of her. As if on nightly police surveillance or neighborhood crime watch, just in case she rinsed her recyclables at a different time, watching and waiting and not wanting to miss anything, I sat in my darkened kitchen for hours eating my TV dinner and sipping my coffee, while replaying in my mind her standing at her kitchen sink naked. Sure enough, at 9pm, when the kitchen light flicked on, I was ready for her show. I watched her walk in the kitchen. Only, this time, she wasn't naked. She was fully dressed.

"Fuck. I couldn't believe it. Are you kidding me?" I was so disappointed. "God damn. What the Hell? This really sucks." I spent hours sitting there waiting for her to appear and she's fully dressed. "Gawd?"

Tonight, the show was over before it even began. My disappointment of not being treated to another naked viewing of my sexy, new neighbor was as bad as the time my computer crashed and I couldn't watch my daily ration of voyeurism and exhibitionism videos. Then, it took me a moment to realize what she was doing, but when I watched her mindlessly unbutton her blouse, I thought I was going to lose my mind.

"What's this? No way. Oh, my God! Fuck me! Yeah, that's right, baby, strip off your clothes in the kitchen right in front of me with the light on and with nothing on the windows to obstruct my view. You're such a dirty slut, but I love you."

This was so hot, even hotter than the first night I saw her. She was undressing by her kitchen table and I had a full view of her. I couldn't believe she was slowly removing her clothes, while looking up at the ceiling, as if thinking about something. She was giving me a slow striptease show. Never is when I witnessed anything like this before. If this was a video on the computer, I wouldn't have believe it. I'd figure it was staged and fake.

Does she know there's someone, a pervert, living next door? Does she know that I can see her? Does she care? Is she stripping on purpose? Is she giving me a show? I so wanted to strip with her. I so wanted to show her my cock, but I didn't dare. I didn't want to ruin all of this, before it even started.

Our houses are so close together that, so long as she stood by her kitchen table, I had a full body view of her, when sitting at my kitchen counter in the dark. Only thirty feet away, as if she was undressing in my kitchen, I couldn't help but see her unbuttoning every button, unhooking every hook, and unzipping every zipper. Without so much as blinking, I stared, while watching her strip.

"That's it, baby. Take your time. There's no rush. We have all night. Take it off. Take it all off," I said, while thinking of Edie Adams in Noxema's medicated shaving commercial.

Mindlessly undressing, as if she was lost in thought, slowly, she removed her blouse, folded it, and draped it over her kitchen chair. She was wearing a pretty, pink bra and I imagined that I was there in her kitchen with her and had just unbuttoned and removed her blouse myself. Quickly, I removed my cock from my pants, grabbed a paper towel, and started slowly stroking myself to the sight of her in her bra. I imagined feeling her tits through her bra, sucking her nipples through the cotton and satin material, and fingering them. Then, when she reached around behind her to unhook her bra, I stroked myself faster, until I thought I was going to prematurely explode.

"Too soon. Wait! Not yet." I felt as if I was Mel Gibson, when he played William Wallace in Braveheart. "Steady! Hold! Hold!"

Not wanting to rush the experience, I stroked myself slower and slower, ever so slowly, so that I wouldn't shoot my load prematurely. I needed to take my time. Not wanting to ruin this moment, I need to slowly build up the heat. I needed to time myself cumming to her stripping herself naked.

"Yeah, that's better. Take your time. Take it easy. Stroke yourself slower."

As if I was suddenly watching her in slow motion, I watched her unhooked her bra to free her gorgeous breast. First one cup and then the other cup, she placed her bra atop of blouse. She had such amazing tits. So much hotter watching her strip naked than suddenly seeing her naked, this was an unbelievable display of exhibitionism and voyeurism. Was she finally my dream come true neighbor? Is she playing with me? Does she know I'm watching her? Can she see me in the shadows masturbating?

Next, in one quick motion, she pulled down her pants and stepped out of them. While standing there topless in only her panties, she took the time to neatly fold her pants and lay them over the chair, beside her blouse. Except for her shear, pink, bikini panties she was naked. Even though I'm such a breast man, I could see that she had an amazing ass. Then, she pulled her panties down, too and stepped out of them. Now, she was naked.

To be honest, even though I love naked women, as much as the next guy, I love a woman in her panty and bra. I don't know what it is, but people look better with some clothes on rather than being totally naked. To me, much like a sexy and revealing bikini, a woman wearing a panty and bra is so erotically sexy. Instead of seeing someone naked, instead of seeing everything all at once, when seeing a woman in her panty and bra makes me wonder what's beneath her panty and bra. To me, it's so hot to see a flash of panty and/or a flash of bra. I love sexy lingerie, especially when a woman has a body to proudly wear it.

"God help me!" Just by the striptease show and the naked sight of her, if I died right now, I would have lived a full life.

It was one thing to see her naked, but to actually watch her strip naked, was my preferred show. I could watch her undressing all night, every night, and never tire of her removing her clothes, while I stroked my cock. Who is this woman? Where has she been all my life?

"Oh, baby. Nice ass. Perfect tits," I said, while stroking myself and still able to delay myself from cumming.

With her flat stomach and shapely legs, she has such a beautiful body. Yet, her tits were what got me hot. Slowly stroking myself, I wanted to last as long as I could, as long as if I was on top of her fucking her, while kissing her and making love to her.

The box of recyclables that I had left for her to wash was on her kitchen table. I watched her reach in the box and carry two items at a time, one in each hand, to the sink to rinse, while naked. Hoping that she'd stand there naked for twenty minutes or more, I had found so many items, bottles and cans that I had purposely filled with more dirt and debris, so as to take her longer to wash them all.

While watching her, in the way she was oblivious to who could possibly be watching her, I couldn't help but think of the scene with Susan Sarandon, in the movie Atlantic City. After working in a fish market all day, she removes her blouse and bra. Then, standing by the kitchen sink topless, she washes her breasts and upper body with lemons, while her neighbor, played by Burt Lancaster, watches from the apartment across the way.

That scene was so hot and now here I am experiencing a similar scenario. Only, this was so much hotter because she was my next door, naked neighbor and not some actress starring in a fictional scene in a movie. Although, without doubt, Susan Sarandon did have a nice rack, back then.

After she accepted my box of recyclables to wash, from that day forward, every day for the next few weeks, I went around town filling up boxes of discarded recyclables for her to rinse. Every night, while I stared at her jiggling tits slowly swaying side to side with the action of her arms, she rinsed all those recyclables. I imagined I was there in the kitchen with her and fondling her breasts, while she washed all those dirty recyclables. While slowly stroking my cock, I imagined kissing her, as I touched her and explored her body everywhere with my hands and mouth.

"Wash those dirty recyclables, baby. Soap them up real good and whatever you do, please don't buy a dishwasher or curtains for your kitchen window."

She had an incredible rack. I'd do anything to feel them, touch them, caress them, and fondle her breasts, while fingering her pink nipples. I'd love to suck her nipples, only I've yet to even meet her. I don't even know her name. I wondered what her name was? For someone so beautiful, for someone so sensual, for someone who possessed such a sexy body, I imagined she had a sexy name, Veronica, Samantha, Esmeralda, Rebecca, Victoria, or Connie. Wow.

I repeated the process every day. Every day I'd collect recyclables and leave them on her doorstep. Then, every night, she'd give me a naked show, while I masturbated to all that I saw. As if she was in a movie and my kitchen window was a camera, just as she'd never look at the camera, she never looked over at my window.

I couldn't help but wonder about her. Does she know I'm standing here watching her? With the houses so very close together, does she know that I can see her, as if she's in my kitchen? Is she purposely giving me a show? Does she know that I masturbate over her?

I wanted to flick on my light, while I was naked. Curious what her reaction would be, I wanted to show her that I was naked, too. I wanted her to see my cock, as I had seen every part of her. I wanted her to watch me masturbate for her to know that I was masturbating over the naked sight of her, but I couldn't do that. That would ruin everything.

She'd report me, no doubt, and I'd be arrested and put on the sex registry list. Only, why is it okay for women to strip naked and expose themselves, without any consequence, that is, other than putting themselves in danger of a sexual predator, a rapist, or a sexual psycho? Only, I a predator. I wasn't a rapist. I wasn't even a sexual a psycho. I was just a peeper, a voyeur and a pervert, at the most. Having the time of my life, while masturbating over the naked sight of her, I just like to watch.

"I love recycling! For sure, now that I have some recycling motivation, I love doing my share to help save the planet! God bless Earth Day, my new favorite holiday. God bless my new neighbor, my new favorite neighbor, albeit naked neighbor."

Spending hours every day collecting recyclables for their return deposits, before long, my entire neighborhood was free of discarded bottles and cans. I must have collected hundreds, thousands of bottles and cans. I had no idea, but I had boxes and bags full of them.

To find more, I had to go into other neighborhoods to collect enough bottles and cans for her to stay naked longer by the kitchen sink and wash all of those dirty and filthy recyclables, so that I could ogle her tits and naked body longer, while masturbating. She was washing so many bottles and cans that she bought rubber gloves to protect her hands from the hot watch and the harsh dish detergents. I watched her take her rubber gloves out of the bag and out of the box. Then, I watched her squeeze her hands in the rubber gloves, while watching her tits jiggling and swaying.

Looking so much as if she was wearing condoms on her hand, I so wanted her to give me a hand job, while wearing rubber gloves and her cowgirl hat. So dedicated was I to recycling and cleaning up my neighborhood, so dedicated was I to helping save the planet, and most honestly, so dedicated was I to my voyeurism of her that I'd travel the globe to collect discarded bottles and cans, just so that I could stand there watching her, while masturbating.

Then, after having collected thousands of bottles and cans, for nearly two months, the weekend before the Earth Day celebration, Saturday morning, when I was in the alleyway emptying my trash, she opened her back door. As if I was a deer in headlights, she startled me and I stared up at her, while I imagined her naked. Unaccustomed to seeing her dressed, I couldn't help myself from gawking at her, while imagining her beautiful C cup breasts, blonde, trimmed pussy, and round, shapely ass. Having watched her for so long, seeing her in person was surreal.

To be honest, she looked even better with her clothes. Even better in person. She was just so damn beautiful. I couldn't believe that I've already seen her tits, ass, and pussy. I couldn't believe that I've been ogling her naked body for weeks. Just as I thought that, I could feel my cock respond.

I didn't expect to meet her so soon. After spying on her for so long, I didn't expect to ever meet her. Yet, there I was embarrassed by all that I had already seen of her. Suddenly, I felt like the pervert that I am. I hoped my voyeuristic fantasy was not coming to an untimely end.

Does she know who I am, her next door perverted neighbor standing by her sink topless and stripping naked by her kitchen table? Does she know I had been watching her? Is she angry? Had she seen me standing in the shadows of my kitchen and masturbating to the naked sight of her? Does she know I'm a peeper and a voyeuristic pervert? Does she know I was the one who had left her all those recyclables, so that she'd give me a much longer naked show? Is that why she opened her door? Was she confronting me, before calling the police?

I was so nervous. I was so guilty. I was so aroused just by the in-person sight of her. Nonetheless, not yet ready to meet her, I wasn't prepared. Just having taken a shower, I was still in my bathrobe. I only took out the trash because I had fish last night and the kitchen reeked of salmon. I didn't even know what to say.

"Hi," she said. She was in her bathrobe, too. "I'm Michelle."

Michelle, her name is Michelle. So soft and so sweet, I imagined the two syllables of her name rolling off my tongue, as I told her that I loved her, before kissing her. Immediately, I thought of the Beatles song, Michelle and the music and lyrics played endlessly through my mind, as I imagined falling to one knee and swearing my undying love for her.

Too busy staring at her tits every night for so many weeks, it was nice to finally put an up close, pretty face and name to that sexy body. Now that I know her name, she looked like a Michelle and I imagined being in bed with her, while whispering her name, "Michelle...I brought you more recyclables to wash by your kitchen window, while naked."

Now, tonight, when I masturbate to her washing recyclables, I'll whisper her name, as I'm stroking my cock. Pretending that I was her husband or her boyfriend, later when in bed masturbating over the thought of her stripping in the kitchen, I could say her name, as if she was there in bed beside me. When she's standing at the sink washing all those dirty and filthy recyclables I left her, saying her name, I could talk to her, as if I was standing there in her kitchen with her, too, while she washed and rinsed bottles and cans naked.

"Hi, I'm Michael," I said.

"Hi Michael," she said giving me a smile that melted my heart and hardened my cock. "Michelle and Michael," she said. "That's cute. I like that. We're a match."

"If we were to marry, we'd have the same monogram on our towels," I said with a laugh.

Why did I say that? Did I just propose to her? I was so nervous that I didn't know what the Hell I was saying.

"That's funny," she said, as if I was suddenly a marriage prospect. Now, she looked at me with more interest than she did before.

"Welcome to the neighborhood," I said walking closer and putting a foot on her stoop to offer her my hand.

She surprised me with her handshake. She had a firm grip, maybe from washing all those dirty recyclables. She shook my hand, as if she was a longshoreman and she pumped my arm, as if she was pumping a well for water. I couldn't help but imagine her hand tightly around my cock, while stroking me.
Beyond my control, my penis wanted to say, "Hi," too. I imagine my cock was hoping for a handshake from her, also. Suddenly, when I stepped forward and put one foot on her back step, I felt a draft. In the way that she enthusiastically shook my hand, it wasn't until she looked down and I looked where she was looking that I noticed my bathrobe had parted, slid off my leg, and was open enough for her to see my exposed cock and balls.

Oh, my God, in all the times that I stood in my kitchen masturbating and while wanting to expose my cock to her, I just met the woman and I exposed myself to her. Now, I really felt like a pervert. From the thought of what pure pleasure lay beneath her bathrobe, I already had a half erection. Embarrassed by her turning the tables on me, by me inadvertently exposing my cock to her and her ogling me by staring, I was the exhibitionist now and she was the voyeur.

"Nice," she said with a sexy laugh.

"Sorry," I said feeling myself turning a bright red. I took a step back and quickly adjusted my bathrobe.

It's odd that I was embarrassed then, after I wanted to flash her my cock in my kitchen before, when I was masturbating over her naked show. Maybe I'm not as big of a pervert as I thought I was. Maybe I'm just a voyeur.

"I have coffee made," she said. "Would you care for a cup?"

I couldn't believe she was inviting me in her kitchen. I've been dying to see what her kitchen looks like from that perspective, the inside out, instead of the outside in. Only, I couldn't.

"Oh, no," I said wiping a hand across my face to wipe away the embarrassment and to rub the sleep from my eyes. I was still reeling over having flashed her my cock. "I just came out to dump my trash. I had fish last night and my kitchen reeks of it," I said, so nervous meeting her. I just wanted to go back in my apartment and hide.

I couldn't believe I flashed her my cock. I'll be masturbating over that, for sure, too. Even though I was embarrassed, I couldn't believe she enjoyed seeing my cock, as much as I enjoyed showing her my cock. She actually stared at it, without saying anything, until I looked down to where she was looking and then she said, "Nice."

Not able to stop my mind from thinking of her C cup breasts, when she invited me in for a cup of coffee, I wanted to say, two please and make them C cups. My mind was consumed by her tits. I couldn't believe I declined her invitation to see her kitchen. I'll be regretting that later.

"C'mon, you look like you could use a cup of coffee," she said insisting and looking at my slept on hair, while holding open her back door.

"Oh, I'm not even dressed," I said pulling my bathrobe tighter and patting down my hair.

"I'm not dressed either," she said pulling her bathrobe around her exposed leg. "Come," she said. "I have muffins, jam, and sugared crullers"

Good God, she has muffins, jam, and sugared crullers. I had such a dirty mind. Instead of thinking of food, instead of thinking about eating breakfast with her, I could only think dirty thoughts. I'd love to jam her muffin with my sugared cruller.

"Okay," I said following her inside her kitchen behind her and so wanting to grab her terrycloth ass. I was curious to know the layout of her kitchen, anyway, since I had been watching her and, from the vantage point of my kitchen window, I couldn't see the inside of all of kitchen.

"Please have a seat," she said.

I sat at the kitchen table looking around and watching her, while she busied herself getting me coffee, putting muffins and crullers on a plate, and getting some jam from the refrigerator.

"Thank you," I said when she handed me a cup of coffee.

A warm, familiar smell, the aroma of the coffee made me wish I could have breakfast with her every morning. She was so beautiful that I wished I was more part of her life, than only being her neighbor and her secret voyeur. I wished I could share more than just watching her, while naked and masturbating.

Hard for me to focus, her nipples were making an impression through her bathrobe and I so wanted to reach over and finger them, before taking them out and sucking them. Was she cold or excited? I could feel my lips pursing in the shape of when a baby needs his bottle or a goldfish wants food. Even when she was sitting across from me completely covered, I couldn't remove the naked image of her from my mind.

"There's cream and sugar--"

"I just drink it black. Thank you," I said taking a sip.

There was an uncomfortable pause in our conversation and I wondered if she was thinking about what to say or what not to say next, as I was thinking the same. I could feel the tension. Only, it was sexual tension on my part.

"Thank you for cleaning up the neighborhood," she said with a warm smile.

If only I knew her better, I could read her face, but I didn't and I couldn't. What did she mean by that? The timing of her words couldn't have been more perfect. Her words hit my mind with an explosion, just as the coffee burned my tongue.

"Pardon?" I spit coffee down the front of my bathrobe.

Shit! Shit! Shit! She knows it was me leaving her all those bottles and cans by her back door. Duh? Now that I think about, now that I'm confronted by it, how could she not know it was me? It's just so obvious. I'm just so obvious. I'm such a dope.

Only, I don't think straight, when I'm walking around with an erection with the thoughts of what I'm going to see of her that night. Surely, this town doesn't have a fairy bottle and can recycler. If it did, I'd be it. Only, in the motivation that I had to recycle, I didn't have Angelic wings, I had Satan's horns.

She came at me with a handful of napkins and started blotting the coffee out of my bathrobe, while leaning over me. For a second, she moved so close to me that I thought she was going to kiss me, that's how close she was to me. To be honest, I had a hard time breathing. It's been a long time, since I've been this close to a woman and never have I been this close to such a beautiful and desirable woman. On her best day, my old girlfriend didn't look this good.

I couldn't help but imagine her blotting the head of my cock, after she masturbated me and after I exploded sticky cum all over her soft, warm hand. She was so close to me that her long, blonde, soft, lush hair touched, teased, and tickled my cheek with the movement of her hand and I couldn't help but wish her hand was around my stiff cock stroking me faster and faster, before she took me in her mouth and sucked me. It took all the control I had not to turn my head and kiss her full lips. After watching her for nearly two months, without even knowing who she was or what her name was, until today, I had already developed deep feelings for her.

She was so beautiful from a distance and even more so up close. Her blue eyes made me want to confess every dark secret that I ever kept. I so wanted to tell her that the coffee burned my tongue, when she said thanked me for cleaning up the neighborhood. I wondered if she'd help soothe my hurt tongue by kissing me, French kissing me. With her leaning so close, smelling so good, being so beautiful, and fussing over me in that way, I so wanted to kiss her, hold her, and tell her that I want her, have to have her, and love her.

Only, she'd think I was a nut for falling for a woman I just met a few minutes ago. Yet, after watching her for weeks, I felt as if I already knew her. I so wanted to tell her that I had been watching her. I so wanted to tell her that I had seen her naked. I wondered her reaction but, not wanting to ruin the continuation of free naked shows, I didn't dare confess my voyeurism of her.

Stop it! I need to stop fantasying over my sexy, naked neighbor. My behavior is so wrong and I'm so out of control. Why must it always be about sex for me? From all the I know about her, she's nice. She recycles. She offered me her friendship by inviting me in her apartment, and already, that's more than my old neighbor ever did.

For all I know, she has no idea that I watch her washing her recyclables naked, while masturbating. She's just a good and kind person. What more could I want from a new neighbor? For all I know, she may have a boyfriend, a husband, or a lesbian girlfriend. Suddenly, I imagined a naked, hairy man with as much hair on his back as he had on his head, washing recyclables by the kitchen sink with her or another woman, equally as beautiful as she was, kissing, while naked, at the kitchen window.

"Wow."

"Sorry, did you say something."

"Uhm, no. Sorry. I guess I was just daydreaming."

She smelled like fresh peaches and I just wanted to touch her, feel her, finger her, lick her, eat her, and fuck her. I know it was wrong of me, but when she was leaning down over me and dabbing the coffee out of my bathrobe, I could see a good part of her breasts down her open bathrobe top. I so wanted to reach my hand down and fondle her breast.

Replaying the naked image of her, I imagined her standing at the sink topless, while washing and rinsing bottles and cans with her tits jiggling up and down and side to side. Then, I imagined her standing naked, by her kitchen table, the one that I was sitting at, now, mindlessly undressing and stripping naked. Now, with my fantasy still endlessly playing through my mind, here I was sitting in her kitchen. I couldn't believe it.

With her shapely, full breasts bouncing up and down and side to side, I imagined her riding me, while wearing her cowgirl hat. I felt my cock twinge over all that I saw of her before and I so wanted to start masturbating over what I was seeing of her now. She was just so incredibly beautiful. She was just so incredibly sexy.

Still, I couldn't help but wonder. Did she know that I could see down her open bathrobe? Did she know that I could see much of her tits? Was she giving me a close up exhibitionist show now, as she was then, when she stood topless at her kitchen window and naked at her kitchen table?

Then, I remembered that striptease show she gave me in her kitchen, when she slowly removed her clothes. Wow. Better than any video of exhibitionism I've ever seen on the computer, that was the hottest, naked demonstration I've ever seen in my life. She has such an incredible body.

I couldn't help but wonder if she was an exhibitionist? I had no idea. What does an exhibitionist look like? None of those women who go around nude in public look like her, that's for sure.

Does she know that I watch her every night, while masturbating? Unless she's seen me lurking in the shadows, how could she? Does she know that I'm a voyeur? How could she, she just met me? Is that why she exposes herself to me? Does she enjoy playing exhibitionism and voyeurism games as much as I do? If only she was such a woman then, definitely, I'd be her dream man.

Why would she make that comment about me cleaning up the neighborhood? Definitely, she must know that it's me leaving the box of recyclables. Fuck. Maybe she just figures that I'm just concerned about the environment. Maybe she thinks that I'm just doing my part to help save the planet. Maybe because our small town is celebrating Earth Day, she thinks that I am, too. Then, I thought, maybe she's trying to trap me in admitting that I'm a peeper. My mind was a whirl of thoughts. Oh, my God, I'm so embarrassed. I'm such a dope.

"All those recyclables you collect every day and leave out in the back alley is so amazing. That's so nice of you to do that. I can tell that you're a man with a lot of community spirit," she said. "I hope you don't mind, but I take them in to rinse them, before bagging them and storing them in my garage to deliver to the town for the Earth Day drive," she said sitting back in her chair smiling and angling her body, as if she was posing.

She crossed her legs and I watched her bathrobe slide off her leg exposing her luscious thigh to me. I couldn't help but imagine falling between her thighs and pleasuring her with my fingers and tongue, before satisfying her with my cock. If she uncrossed her legs, now, she'd flash me her panty or her pussy, if she's not wearing panties. I had a feeling that she wasn't wearing any panties, just as I was naked beneath my bathrobe, I had a feeling that she was naked beneath her bathrobe, too. She was so damn beautiful and so damn sexy.

"Oh, you do, you wash and rinse them all? Really? I didn't know that," I said lying through my teeth. "No, not at all, I don't mind you rinsing them. That's good that you wash them, otherwise I don't think they'd accept them. Yeah, now that you mention that you wash them, I think they'd reject the recyclables if they're dirty and not clean. I'm glad you rinse them."

Shut the Hell up. I was talking way too much about the recyclables. Then, there was another uncomfortable moment of silence, where we just sat and sipped our coffee.

"There must be thousands of bottles and cans," she said with a laugh. "I don't know how you found the time to collect so many. I have bags of them, but it's for a good cause. Maybe you can help me bring them. We're going to have to make a few trips," she said with another laugh.

"Sure. I'd be glad to help you. I drive a pickup truck. We can load the back of it with all the bags," I said suddenly feeling uncomfortable about seeing her naked, now that I had developed a neighborly relationship with her and would be seeing her outside together, while wearing clothes. This was awkward.

I had so many questions to ask her, but I couldn't think of a single one. My mind was filled with the naked image of her. Instead of focusing on her naked form, I tried focusing on the questions I'd ask her and the information I'd like to know about her.

Where was she from? What does she do for a living? Where does she work? How does she like living here? Why did she pick this community? I remembered all of those questions now, but at the time, I couldn't think of a single question to ask her. All we talked about was the damn recycling, which was good for me, of course, because that cemented the naked vision of her standing naked in her kitchen.

"I'm embarrassed," she suddenly said.

"Embarrassed?" Shit! Was I flashing her my cock again? I looked down and tightened my bathrobe glad that my cock wasn't making another surprise appearance. "Why are you embarrassed? Don't be embarrassed. Everyone washes their recyclables, don't they?"

"No, that's not why I'm embarrassed," she said giving me a sexy smile, while looking over my shoulder behind me. "I just now realized that you can probably see me, when I'm rinsing out the recyclables that you leave me."

Again, I choked on my coffee but, this time, I managed to keep it in my mouth.

"See you?" I turned to where she was looking out her kitchen window across the way at my kitchen window. "Oh, see you? Nah, I've never seen you. This is my first time seeing you. I didn't even know this place had rented, until you opened your backdoor," I said waving my hand in feigned shock. "I'm oblivious. I don't notice anything. Besides, to be honest, I seldom go in my kitchen. I buy a lot of takeout food and eat it in front of the television. They even supply me plastic utensils and napkins, so that I don't ever have to go out to the kitchen, until morning, when I make coffee. In truth, sometimes I forget I even have a kitchen," I said with a nervous laugh.

I was talking way too much. I was protesting way too much. I was nervous. I always talk more, when I'm nervous. Shut up, shut the Hell up. Just shut up about the kitchen. God, I'm such a moron. I'd never make it as a poker player. Everyone would know I was bluffing.

"I used to live out in the woods, before I moved to the city," she said leaning back to sit up in her chair. Even the way she moved was sexy. "The back of my house faced conservation land. There was no one out there in the woods walking around because it was so swampy. When I moved to the city from the country, I'm still in the habit of walking around my house naked with the lights on without curtains on the windows. Still figuring that no one can see me, I just don't think anything of it. It's just my natural way."

"Oh, nah, you could walk around naked and I'd never notice. I'm oblivious. I really am," I said feeling my cock come alive with the memory of her naked body. "I work from home and to be honest, I'm always thinking about work, work, work, work. Yeah, work is my life. I'm always upstairs in my office, way on the other side of the house and nowhere near the kitchen. I work through the night most times. I rarely look up. I never notice anything, as evidenced by all the recyclables I collected. I'm always looking down instead of up," I said with another nervous laugh.

Shut up! Just stop talking. She was just so damn beautiful that she was making me ramble on like an idiot. For sure, she knows now that I've been watching her.

"Is that why you leave recyclables?" She looked at me and smiled.

"What do you mean?"

We were playing a titillating game of footsie but without the feet. We were sexually sparring and feeling one another out, before admitting to one another that we were both perverts, she an exhibitionist and me a voyeur.

"Are you hoping that I'll stay at the kitchen window naked longer?"

Oh, my God, I thought I'd die. Without a doubt, she knows I've been watching her.

"Naked? I, uhm," I uttered. Suddenly, my tongue felt as big as my cock and I couldn't talk.

Oh, fuck, the gig is up. She must have seen me skulking in the shadows, while masturbating over the sexy, naked sight of her. I'm such a moron. I'm such a pervert. I'm such a voyeur.

I could feel the heat coming up from my neck to brighten my face red. If I was ever to commit a crime, I could never hide my guilt from the police under the slightest amount of interrogation. Okay, okay, I'm guilty, I wanted to say, but I didn't see you naked. Deny, deny, deny.

"I haven't had time to buy curtains," she said mindlessly, as if she was talking while letting out smoke from her cigarette and as if talking to herself. Yet, she wasn't smoking a cigarette, but she was smoking hot, nonetheless. "To be honest, I like the kitchen window without curtains. With so little light coming in the kitchen because my window faces the dark alley and your house, not having curtains lets in more light. Besides, so long as you don't mind seeing me naked sometimes," she said with a sexy smile and a shrug, "maybe I won't even bother with the curtains." She stared at me with her eyes so blue and her lips so full that I wanted to kiss her and confess everything to her.

"Seeing you? No, I don't mind seeing you...naked. This is your apartment. You are free to walk around however you like, even, uhm, naked."

Fuck. Duh? I just admitted that I saw her naked. I'm such an idiot. I was sweating. Suddenly, it was so hot in her kitchen. This conversation is surreal. If I was alone right now, I'd already have my cock out and stroking it. Even in my wildest fantasy, I couldn't have imagined having a conversation, such as this.

"You probably think me weird or an exhibitionist for washing and rinsing out the recyclables naked and in plain view of my new neighbor."

Be still my heart. I wanted to say that I didn't notice, but I couldn't lie. Not being able to maintain a poker face was the reason why I never play poker; she'd know I was lying. Still, I tried to bluff.

"Naked? Really?" I was sweating. "No, I, uhm, didn't notice that, uhm, you were--"

"Michael," she said touching my hand. "Relax. It's okay," she said with a reassuring smile.

Her hand was so warm and soft she excited me, an understatement, when she lifted my hand to her chest. My hand was cupping her breast. I could feel her nipple through her bathrobe in the palm of my hand. At that point, in the way she looked at me with my hand cupping her tit and the warmth from her hand on mine, if she asked me to be a willing sacrifice, I would. She could kill me now and I'd die a happy man.
"You have an amazing body," I said gushing over how pretty she was close up.

I couldn't believe I said that. It just fell out of my mouth, in the way my cock slipped out of my bathrobe, when I had my foot on her stoop. I just admitted to her again that I saw her naked.

"Really? Do you think so? Thank you," she said with a big smile letting go of my hand, while leaning forward in her chair and opening up her bathrobe enough to run her hand inside and across her breasts and enough for me to see the top of her breasts. "Tell me, I'm curious. Which part of my body to you like? Are you a breast man or an ass man?"

"Uhm...I...I."

Oh, God. I was sweating. I couldn't even form the words to answer her. If I was dreaming this conversation, I'd be so cool and calm, instead I was a nervous wreck.

I couldn't believe we were having this conversation. Am I dreaming? Having just met her, this conversation was so hot. If I was dreaming about her, fantasizing about her, I'd never imagined having this hot of a conversation with her. So very surreal, this verbal exchange was so erotically sexual.

She knew I had been watching her, no doubt. Yet, I couldn't tell if she was excited or mad. Having just met her, unable to read her, I wasn't sure what to say. Was she trying to entrap me? I was in enough trouble as it was for peeping at her. Was she recording and videotaping this conversation to use against me in a court of law later as evidence in a criminal case or a civil suit? I looked around her kitchen for clues, a hidden camera or a microphone.

"I don't mind you watching me, Michael," she said. "To be honest, I like it when a man admires me in a sexual way. It arouses me to know that I have an admiring audience. If I knew how to ride a horse, I'd be the neighborhood Lady Godiva. I love exposing my naked body to someone, who enjoys seeing me naked. Do you enjoy seeing me naked, Michael?"

Are you kidding me? Who is this woman? Definitely, she's not from around here. She's so erotically sexual. Maybe she's from France. Maybe she's a writer of erotica. Maybe she once worked as a nude artist's model. Yeah, that must be it. Or (gulp) maybe she's a stripper. Oh, my God, I have a hot stripper from France, who writes erotica, and who used to work as a nude artist's model living next door to me and walking around her apartment naked with the light on and without any curtains on the windows. I felt as if I just won the lottery, only she was so much better than winning a million dollars.

"Oh, God, yes," I said. "Are you kidding me? I love seeing you naked and I hope and pray that you never buy a dishwasher or curtains," I said with a laugh.

I couldn't believe I said that. Open mouth and insert foot. I was in deep trouble now.

"Thank you, Michael. I promise not to buy either. Only, tell me and be honest," she said standing. "Which do you prefer? Do you like my tits or my ass? Are you a breast man or an ass man?"

"Your tits. Definitely your tits," I said staring at the big impressions her tits made in her bathrobe. "You have amazing breasts," I said now staring at the impressions her nipples made in her bathrobe. "But your ass is phenomenal, too," I said staring at the shape of her ass in her bathrobe, when she turned partially around and bent over to show me her bathrobe clad, round ass.

"So, you're a breast man," she said opening her bathrobe enough for me to see most of her tits.

Oh, my God. Suddenly, my cock stiffened and I so wanted to reach down and start fingering myself, before stroking myself.

"Yes," I said breathlessly.

Suddenly, I stopped blinking. Something that I could never do, when I was boxing, I was doing now, staring at her exposed tits without blinking. I didn't want to miss a thing.

"Tell me and, again, be honest, please, Michael" she said slowly running her hand across her breast and stopping at her nipple and fingering it. "I want to know, I need to know, do you play with yourself, while watching me standing at the kitchen sink naked washing and rinsing recyclables for Earth Day?" She looked down at my crotch, where my cock was tenting my bathrobe. "Do you stroke your big, hard prick over the naked sight of me?"

Definitely, this conversation wasn't being taped or recorded because she just crossed the line. She'd never talk like that, exposing herself literally and figuratively, to entrap me to answer with the questions she just asked me, if she was recording this conversation. If I'm guilty of peeping, then she's just as guilty in exposing herself to me and in now trying to seduce me. Only, she needn't try so hard. I was already there. My cock was already engorged with blood and rock hard. All she needed to say was...fuck me, Michael.

"Gees, Michelle, I--"

"Tell me. Do you touch yourself?"

"Do I touch myself?"

Should I tell her that I masturbate over the naked sight of her every night and think of her being naked every day, all day? She opened her bathrobe just enough for her to fit her hand and I watched her hand, when she slowly moved her hand down her body to cup and finger her pussy. I watched her finger disappear inside of her. She closed her eyes and put her head back and spoke, as if she was possessed.

"When you watch me standing naked at the kitchen sink, do you stroke your cock, while imagining touching me, feeling me, licking me, and having hot sex with me? Have you ejaculated over the naked sight of me? Have you imagined me touching you, stroking you, fucking you, and blowing you?"

Oh, my God. This is just too much. This is surreal. I never knew being so concerned about the ecology and the environment, while celebrating Earth Day, could be so revealingly rewarding. Had I known that before, I would have collected bottles and cans years ago. Is it too late to become an environmentalist, a conservationist, and a nudist?

"Yes, oh, God, yes. Yes! Yes! Yes! I've masturbated over the naked sight of you and yes I've ejaculated over the naked sight of you over and again, while imagining touching you, feeling you, and having sex with you, as you stroked me, fucked me, and blew me."

"Show me," she said staring down at the impression my erect cock made in my bathrobe. "I want to see."

"Show you? Show you what? What do you mean, show you? What do you want to see?"

"Masturbate for me, Michael. I want to watch you stroke your cock. I love watching a man play with himself. I'm as much of a voyeur as I am an exhibitionist, you know," she said removing her bathrobe. She was naked, now. Just as I had fantasized, I was in her kitchen, while she was naked, my fantasy has come true. "Go ahead. I'll stand by the sink pretending that I'm rinsing recyclables, while you masturbate for me, Michael."

Fuck me. Are you kidding me? My new neighbor is my dream woman. I couldn't believe Michelle, my sexy, new neighbor was naked in her kitchen and in front of me, after asking me and while waiting for me to masturbate for her. I just couldn't wrap my mind around that she was naked. I couldn't believe that she wants to watch me masturbate.

As if this were all a dream, as if I was having a sexual fantasy, I stood and removed my bathrobe and slowly started stroking myself. I already had an erection. Never having masturbated in front of a woman before, I couldn't believe I was masturbating in front of a woman I had just met now. As soon as I started stroking myself, she turned around to watch me. I wanted to cum. I needed to cum. Faster and faster I stroked myself, then, when I was ready to cum, she walked over to me.

"Wait," she said kneeling down in front of me "Don't cum, yet," she said looking up at me with her pretty face and those big, blue eyes. "Tell me when you're ready to cum and when you're ready, I want you to cum all over my face, in my mouth, and on my tits," she said leaning closer to my cock and opening her mouth wide. "I like it when a man cums all over me. It's such a big turn on for me to feel his excitement for me all over my naked body."

Oh, Christ. She just gets better. First she loves watching a man masturbate and now she likes when a man cums all over her, meaning that men have done that to her before. As soon as she said that, I exploded in her mouth, all over her face, in her hair, and across her tits. I so wanted to put a hand to the back of her head and shoot all of my load in her mouth, but this was her game and I didn't want to ruin my chance of playing this sexy game again.

I watched her rub my cum into her skin and then lick me off her fingers. Oh, my God, this woman is so frigging sexy. Never could I have even imagined such a sexy scenario. In the game of voyeurism, exhibitionism, and erotica, this woman was way ahead of me. She could teach me things and I was so ready to learn.

Every night we played her sexy game. She rinsed recyclables, while I masturbated, before we went to her bedroom and made love. We were married within six months. Who knew recycling could be so life altering? Who knew Earth Day could be so exciting. For those who don't recycle, shame on you.

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