Page 2 of A Beary Nice View
When I was younger, it was really important to me to save as much money as I could. I wanted to have access to it for rainy days. I wanted to be able to support my family someday. Now I have more money than I know what to do with and no one to spend it on.
I let out an annoyed noise. I’m frustrated with myself for feeling this way. I’m too old to be pining away and romanticizing some what-if life. I’m alive right now and I shouldn’t be squandering it away by thinking like this.
I have got to start living my life. You only get one life and it can’t be spent working all the damn time.
Listening for a moment, I can tell there’s no one outside beyond the walls of my backyard. I get an idea. A wickedly sexy idea. With my enhanced hearing, I would hear if someone wasnearby. I can have a little fun without anyone knowing what I’m doing. Plus, I’m in my own enclosed backyard.
I slip my shirt over my head and lean back in my lawn chair. I run my hands over my hairy stomach, up to my chest. I pluck at one of my nipples until it’s hard under my fingers. A thrill goes through me. I shouldn’t be doing this outside, but the idea of having someone watching leaves me gasping in pleasure. Gods, why is that idea so hot?
My other hand moves to my pants, rubbing my cock through the thick material of my jeans. It’s a teasing touch, one that leaves my dick growing hard.
A shiver runs through me. I swear I can feel someone watching me despite knowing that can’t be true. No one should be able to see into my yard over the fences. There’s one house with a second level, but I’m pretty sure the guy who lives up there usually works during this time, so there’s no way he’s home.
“Fuck,” I gasp out, biting my bottom lip. Why is this so hot? Thinking about someone watching me touch myself like this?
I look up at the dark window of the house next to me. It’s still dark, no one is home.
Knowing I’m all alone, I say fuck it and slide out of my jeans. Then I take my cock into my hand and start to stroke.
Chapter Two
Dell
Tonighthasbeenahell of a night. One of the servers I work with called out sick and the manager couldn’t find a replacement. Hepromisedhe could take a few tables to make sure we didn’t get swamped but surprise, surprise, he stayed in the office the entire night, pretending he didn’t know we were busy.
Bradley is such an asshole. If I didn’t need the money, I would have quit a long time ago.
In the middle of the rush, I had three different tables complain about the wait, like somehow it was my fault they didn’t call ahead. I can’t make the kitchen cook things any quicker! If I could, I would have gotten everyone out of there in record time.
Towards the end of the night, an older guy was sitting at our bar and every single time I tried to walk past him, he tried tograb something off my serving tray. The guy could not keep his hands to himself! It wouldn’t surprise me if he tried to grab someone’s ass while they walked past. Thank Christ that didn’t happen around me because I would have been fired for sure.
Instead, he grabbed the tray, spilled everything I was trying to bring to my table onto the floor. Bradley, who was flirting with our new hostess, Kelly, decided that was the best time to actually be present. He saw the entire thing and instead of telling the guy to leave after wasting a bunch of perfectly good food, he sentmehome!
I’m so angry I feel like I could actually spit fire if I concentrated hard enough. Why the hell am I to blame for a customer being a dick face? He’s the one who grabbed my tray and tipped everything over. The moment he was acting unruly, Bradley should have asked him to leave.
I park my bike inside the garage before making sure it’s shut and locked. The couple I share this duplex with always park their car in here. They’re an elderly couple who have the lower level and then I live up on the second floor. They said it was nice that I rode my bike everywhere because it meant not having to fight over the limited garage space we have.
The walk between the garage and my apartment is a short distance. I swear I hear a groan coming from my neighbor but when I stop to listen, I don’t hear anything else. I walk inside my door, locking it behind me. As I make my way up the stairs to my apartment, I look out the window to my right. When I get to the top of the stairs I freeze.
Slowly, I turn back towards the window, wanting to know if I saw what I thought I just saw.
“Oh my gods,” I whisper, my eyes widening at the sight before me.
My neighbor is sitting out on his deck. That’s not the surprising part. The surprising part is that he’s completely naked and touching himself.
In an instant, all the anger I was feeling a moment ago falls away, replaced by lust. Holy fucking shit. I’ve always thought my neighbor was hot but seeing him like this? I don’t even have the words to describe what I’m feeling.
I’ve bumped into him a few times but we’ve never actually had a conversation. Now I’m watching him masturbate. I can’t stop watching. As much as I want to give him his privacy, my body doesn’t let me move away from the window.
My cock is filling with blood, my stomach is flooded with warmth, and my ass is slowly growing slick. I clench around nothing, biting my bottom lip to keep myself from whimpering in desperate frustration.
He’s so far away but even so, I can make out some details. He’s bigger than me with a hairy chest and stomach. His cock is long and hard and thick. My mouth waters with how much I want to wrap my lips around him. I bet he tastes as good as he looks.
This is so wrong. I shouldn’t be doing this. Yet, I find myself opening my black slacks and shoving my hand inside in order to wrap my palm around my erection. If I ever get the nerve to talk to my neighbor, this is going to make things incredibly awkward. I’ll be trying to act normal while thinking about the way I know what his cock looks like.
I open my pants further, freeing my cock. I touch myself as I look down like a creep, watching my neighbor touch himself at the same time. I can almost pretend he’s putting on a show for me, inviting me to watch him like this.
Gods, I don’t think I’ve experienced anything hotter.
