Kinky neighbor, watch out for him!

That’s what we’ve heard our whole lives, right? Well, fuck me if it isn’t true! I have firsthand experience with a kinky neighbor. It happened two years ago, in my old apartment building. Each floor had its own washer and dryer that we all had to share. I lived on the third floor, and one day I noticed that my folded clothes that I had sitting in a clothes basket on top of the washer, looked like it had been gone through. It didn’t take me long to realize that something was missing. A very kinky something! Someone had stolen my lacy black thigh highs and the harness to my strap on!

Back in my apartment, later that night I was feeling frisky. Since I live alone and can masturbate on any surface I damn well please inside my own home, I was fingering my pussy on top of my kitchen counter. There is something erotic about taking a clit break in between preparing a meal. Yum. I couldn’t shake the feeling of being watched though. I glanced out of my kitchen window only to see a pair of green eyes watching me through the slit in my blinds! A peeping Tom!

I screamed and ran back to the living room to make sure my front door was locked!

I had never encountered a Peeping Tom before and it unnerved me. The next morning I found a note slipped under my door mat. It read “Missing something? If you want your stuff back, I’m going to need to see more of what I saw last night.”

All day I thought about that note and decided that I just wasn’t ready for this guy to come in, Peeping Tom style and make demands on me. Well, the guy came back later that night and I heard a tap on my kitchen window. I could see his piercing green eyes, watching my body intently. I saw another note appear, this time under my kitchen door. It read “if you don’t play with your pussy right now, I’m going to let your aunt down the hall know you use a strap on to peg sissy boys!”
To Be Continued…

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