Chapter 10: Neighbors Impure Thoughts

I pulled off my panties and spread my labia as I watched Mrs. Reynold’s bandaged hand fuck herself with the realistic dildo, at a slow pace, in and out, controlled, with purpose. Her other hand held her breast. Her hair spread over her bed like a halo, with the pillows on the floor, and the comforter piled at the end of the bed. The street light highlighted her nipples, belly button, and black pubic hair.

Her breasts heaved as her mouth opened, as if to scream. I needed to hear her moans, groans, and screams. My fingers shook as I stuck my earplugs in and connected to the phone. Her screams almost deafened me as they pierced my eardrums, which caused a shudder, and my heart burned with desire. My fingers in my vagina matched the dildo’s thrusts in hers. She moaned a name, but I had turned the volume too low, so I pressed the buttons till I could hear everything, even the pops and static in the background. My fingers squeezed my phone as I slammed one then two inside me.

“Zezzzz,” she said with a groan. Had she said my name? Maybe. Or maybe she just said, “Yessss” and slurred the ‘y’. I had turned the volume down too far again, so I smashed the button to increase it to maximum. Sweat covered my forehead and neck, while I played with my clit as she did. I gave up on the volume and left it too high. Sometimes you just need to deal with a bit of discomfort for wonderful sensations.

Then she released the dildo, still buried deep inside her with only the end visible, that trembled from her leg and hip movements. The end sat nestled between her large vulva, moist from sweat and vaginal juice. She reached for and turned on her vibrator while she touched the tip to her clit. She arched her back, her breasts massive on her chest thrust up, larger, more massive, almost whole body sized, while her belly rose with her loud breaths. Memories of her soft skin made me pant and moan. I cursed the too-small phone screen, wished to watch live, to help even.

Sweat covered my forehead and made my hands slick. Too hot, way too hot, the cool air in my room cooled my lungs, but the heat under my blankets stifled me. Each time I shifted the blanket, a puff of warm, musk and body-odor-scented air wafted over my face. Each time I sniffed and narrowed my eyes, as turned on by my fingers inside me as Mrs. Reynolds on the phone. Ok, that’s a lie, Mrs. Reynolds turned me on way more.

I almost dropped my phone as I shifted position and pushed the covers off me. My index finger vibrated on my clit just like her vibrator. A deep burn spread from inside my cunt, up my belly, and into my chest. My hands and legs trembled, while I stared, wide-eyed, at Mrs. Reynolds on the screen. I wish I could play it on the TV downstairs. Better yet, I wish I could watch her in person or even help, and I would have, if my fingers didn’t feel so good, if I could teleport into her room. Imagine, sitting on her dresser, fingering myself while she fucked herself. Better, imagine if she invited me onto the bed to play, we could help each other. I’d use the dildo on her, use the vibrator on all her sensitive parts, and then she could do the same for me.