It was obvious Emily was incredibly horny. Her taut nipples poked through the fabric of her top, and her cheeks were flushed. Her two, married friends on cam noticed her extreme arousal, almost immediately. Throughout the entire conversation, she’d taken almost every word as sexual innuendo and commented upon it in a lusty, banal way. Despite her obvious heat, her cam-friends also picked up on her somewhat erratic behavior. Although Emily hadn’t mentioned anything to them, her eyes were constantly torn away from her laptop, scanning the property across the street, looking for Vincent. 

“Are you okay?” Carmella asked. Even through her quasi-Goth makeup of dark, heavy eye-shadow and pancake makeup, her dark eyes showed concern. “You seem, like, really distracted or worried.”

“I’m fine,” Emily responded, absentmindedly, exhaling a huge, billowy cloud of smoke as she roughly coughed, and then put down her water pipe. “I’ve got this thing going on with my neighbor. I was just looking to see if he’s outside.”

“Thing? What kind of thing are we talking about? Are you in trouble or something?” Sean, Carmella’s husband, asked. His voice and expression showed genuine concern.

The two of them, Carmella and Sean, were quite the mismatched pair. Carmella was a tiny woman, but with large breasts that looked huge on her compact, fun-sized figure. At thirty years old, she still had that glowing, youthful vitality, and her Goth styling was just barely on the safe side of socially acceptable. A multitude of artistic tattoos, tastefully done, covered most of her flesh, and her hair was a raven-black with red highlights. Like Emily, she was drop-dead sexy, but in a different, “queen of the darkness” sort of way. 

By contrast, her husband of five years, Sean, was a clean-cut, athletic type. His shock of curly, close-cropped blond hair, excellent physique, and boyish face screamed High School Quarterback. Despite their physical differences and varied personal auras, the two of them were deeply in passionate love. If opposites attract, they were a match for the ages. They were, however, well-matched in their sexual appetites and love of sexual debauchery. Emily was quite fond of the couple.

Their kink of showing off on cam—something they did together, as a couple, to enhance their sex life—as well as watching others, drew the three of them together, at first. But, over the last year or so, the trio had forged a close bond of friendship to the point that whether they did anything sexual during their online chats wasn’t of any concern. All three of them were dressed sexy and provocatively, but not dressed or made up specifically for sex. Emily wore only a T-shirt and loose shorts, whereas Carmella was dressed in a black, off-the-shoulder top, obviously braless, and Sean was wearing a light-purple polo shirt.

“No. Nothing like that,” Emily laughed. Her deeply-stoned state turned those giggles into guffaws, which seemed to be contagious, even over the internet. Soon, the three of them were crying together from laughter. “It’s kind of, sort of, sexual,” she finished.

“You never shied away from anything sexual, before,” Carmella chimed in, a big smile erupting on her face, a gleam in her sultry, heavily shaded eyes.

“I…uh…I know,” Emily paused, blushing. “It’s just that we don’t always get naughty on cam, and I love it when we do, but, I also love just hanging out with you guys. I didn’t want to go there if you guys weren’t in the mood.”

“How sweet! You can talk about it, or not. It doesn’t matter.”

“Besides,” Sean enthusiastically added, “my She-demon has been fondling my dick for at least five minutes, now.”

”Carmella!” Emily teased. “You dirty, fucking whore.”

“You love it, baby,” was her retort. “I’m also only just wearing panties for easy access, just in case.”

“I take that back. You dirty, slutty, fucking whore.”

They all laughed, together. Then, Carmella stood up and showed off her see-through, lacy panties. Her shapely ass looked great in them; the Brazilian cut showed off almost half of her ass, quite enticingly. Spiderweb designs were stitched into the gossamer fabric, adding lusty texturing and a hint of danger.

“So, slut-muffin, are you going to spill the beans, or not?”

“Let me get comfy to match and refill my bong…”

”Water pipe,” Sean interrupted.

“...water pipe, smart-ass, and then I’ll tell you.”

Telling her married friends that she’d be right back, Emily sprinted down the hallway and into her bedroom. Hoping that her sexy, older neighbor was watching, she turned on the lights, the windows and curtains open, and hastily stripped. Her frock of choice was an old, threadbare T-shirt, nothing else. It was a three-quarter-sleeve raglan in light heather gray and black. Age and myriad washes had given it a worn, distressed look, the fabric having grown nearly translucent.

Her eyes quickly scanned Vince’s house, not seeing any sign of him, which made her wonder if he was even at home. Then, she grabbed her “premium” smoke and trudged back into the living room, the soft glow from her laptop lighting the area. The soft fabric of her shirt felt luxurious and comforting over her otherwise nude flesh.

“I’m back.” Emily began repacking her pipe. “Sean, where’d Carmella go?”

Sean’s expression was a bit odd, his mouth in a twisted, half smile, his eyes distant, and he was leaning back against his chair with his arms folded behind his head.

“Right here,” Carmella’s voice chimed in.

Stunned, then amused, finally erupting in naughty laughter, Emily watched in dismay as Carmella’s velvety-black coif slowly emerged from below the camera’s view. She was wiping some spittle off her lips, grinning a Cheshire smile.

“She didn’t want my erection to go down before you got back.”

“Well, show me, you fucking tease.” Everyone was in the mood to play, it seemed. It didn’t matter if they weren’t, but it was perfectly fine this way, too.

Emily clapped in erotic joy when Sean stood to show off his manhood. Still glistening from his wife’s oral stimulation, his cock was long and curved, perfect for hitting the G-spot, or so Carmella said and demonstrated a few times.

“Well, Carm, suck it. Let me watch while I toke up a bit.”

“Mmm, you suck cock so good,” he said, his voice barely warbling over the connection.

The Goth woman smiled, pulled out one of her shapely breasts, the nipple hard and puffy, and plunged her mouth over her husband’s cock. Making slurping and gurgling sounds, interspersed with passionate moans, she bobbed her head back and forth, taking nearly the entire, impressive length down her throat. One of Carmella’s hands played with her exposed breast, squeezing it and rolling her hard nipple between her fingers. Emily watched, her hands caressing her body.

Taking her mouth off the long, hard shaft with a sucking pop, Carmella said, “Okay, time to tell us what’s going on with your neighbor.”

The brunette showoff took a long drag on her pipe, slowly exhaled in a lusty sigh, and began. “Well, the first time it was an accident. I was walking from my bedroom,” Emily pointed, to a place off-camera, “topless and the curtains were open. Vince, that’s my dreamy, sexy neighbor, just happened to be outside and he saw my tits.”

“Hey,” Sean jovially interrupted, “I want to see your tits, too.”

“Yeah,” Carmella added. “Let’s see those beautiful boobs.”

Emily smiled and pulled up her raglan shirt. Completely nude beneath, her legs, dripping-wet pussy, and breasts were exposed to the cool, night air. The chilled atmosphere caused little, tingling jolts of pleasure to stimulate her nipples; the sensation ran down her stomach and went straight to her clit, which began to throb in horny need.

Retelling her escapades had an arousing, lust-inducing effect on her friends. By the time Emily got to the part, last weekend, where she was intentionally masturbating herself into a frenzy, knowing he was watching, Carmella’s hand had sunk below the field of the webcam’s view, and she was obviously fingering herself. Her impassioned moans and words of lust were pontificated with sighs and proclamations of how wet her cunt was.

When she got to the day she'd sabotaged her air conditioner, Sean moaned in ecstasy, his wife’s free hand pumping his shaft with torrid enthusiasm. Emily followed suit, fingering her dripping snatch as she recounted her dirty exhibitionism.

“And then, oooh, umm, fuck, I’m so wet and horny,” she narrated. “Then, a friend, Sarah came by, and we sort of made out and fondled each other in the driveway while he… uummm, fuck, I’m so close… watched.”

“Oh fucking Christ,” the Goth woman screamed, her webcam microphone distorting. “Fucking cumming, already. So fucking hot.”

“Oh fucking shit,” Emily squealed. “He just came outside, and, damn, does he look good, tonight.”

“By Lilith, that was fucking hot,” the dark-haired vixen said. “Have you fucked him yet? Why’s he looking so hot?”

Emily paused and cleared her throat, then took another big hit of her premium weed. “Well, he’s shirtless, for one, and what a body.”

“Turn your laptop around,” Sean said.

The hunky quarterback-type had removed his polo shirt while Emily told them all the nasty, filthy things she’d done to tease her neighbor. 

"Even better,” Emily announced, “my laptop also has a rear camera. Give me a second.”

It took longer than a second, but Emily soon had two cam windows open in their private chat. One of them depicted Emily, showing her with her legs spread and one hand busy between them. The other camera display was pointed directly across the street. With a few twists and repositioning, it was soon pointed directly at where Vincent usually hung out, right to the side of his garage door.

“Zoom in, damn it.”

“Oh, wow,” Emily exclaimed. “I knew my new laptop had optical and digital zooming on the webcams, but look at the picture quality.”

After playing with the settings a bit, Vincent’s body and face were shown on their laptops in high definition. He was leaning against the brick wall, leisurely vaping, his eyes scanning up and down the street.

“I see the attraction,” Carmella mentioned. “He’s a real alpha, isn’t he?”

“Hey,” Sean objected.

“Just like you, honey,” she intoned, the lilt of her voice conveying that she meant no disrespect. “But, look at him, so sexy, and the way he carries himself.”

“What do you mean?”

“Like I said, a real Alpha. So many guys are hung up on what it means to be an Alpha male and try to act all domineering and tough, but he’s a real one. See how his expression portrays strength and power, as well as letting you know that he’s not going to fuck with you, but watch out if you fuck with him?”

“You concluded all of that just from glancing at him?”

“Yes, honey, that’s why I went after you. You’re a real man, and you fuck me like the dirty whore I am.”

“I love you, too.”

“Oh fuck, oh fuck,” Emily cried. “He’s looking this way.”

“Look at those eyes!” Emily’s online lover erupted. “Why haven’t you fucked him yet?”

The brunette heard her friend’s question, but her focus was entirely on her laptop screen. Seen clearly and closely for the first time, Emily’s lust boiled over, a horny volcano erupting between her thighs as she spied on her voyeur. The fact that he was coyly focused on her window was unmistakable. 

Fingering herself with wild abandon, the thrill of being watched, made even more intense by her married friends watching her while she was being observed by her neighbor, was sexual overload. 

“Fuck, I’m going to cum already,” she announced.

Her laptop cam showed Vince’s face in stunning detail. When his gaze meandered to her window, his eyes grew wide for a millisecond, a naughty, knowing smile on his lips, and he nodded in her direction, tapping his vape against his forehead in a facsimile of tipping his chapeau. Seeing all of this unfold in real time on cam, Carmella had all she could stand, and she straddled her husband, impaling herself on his turgid member.

Emily was consumed in lust, fingering her pulsating twat, roughly, her nectar sploshing out with every self-fucking thrust.

“Fuck me hard, you stud,” Carmella was moaning. “Yes, like that; like that. Don’t stop; harder.”

“He’s really watching me. Oh, fuck, I’m cumming! Going to cum so fucking hard.” With her exhibitionist fantasies playing out in reality, Emily convulsed so hard that she almost hyperventilated, with loud moans and guttural sighs bursting from her mouth.

“Wait,” Sean laughed. “He’s smoking weed in that thing.”

“Vince? No, I don’t think so.”

“He sure is. See how the smoke is so white? You know what that means.”

“Group toke,” they said together.

The three of them, as was their silly ritual, toked together, high-fiving the cams.

“Carmella, lick your cum off of Sean’s cock for me, while I finger myself and watch.”

“And you called me a dirty whore. Too bad we live so far away, I’d love to watch you lick my cum off Sean’s cock.”

Their chat lasted for about another hour, all three of them having a wonderful, naughty time and getting deeply stoned. After Emily fucked herself with her favorite dildo, a purple one she called “Barney,” and then demonstrated how she used the remote control to get herself off, the two women brought Sean to a screaming orgasm. Fucking his wife while she was bent over their desk, looking into the camera, the two of them watched Emily fuck herself and talk about how much it turned her on having a safe, sexy voyeur across the street. Sean shot his cum all over his wife’s chest, coating her hard, sexy nipples with jizz.

Afterward, with Carmella idly playing with the spunk on her tits, they chatted about everything and nothing. The fact that all three of them were nude wasn’t an issue. Although virtual, they were good, intimate friends. 

“So, what else are you going to do to tease your neighbor?” Carmella inquired. “Or have you worked yourself into such a frenzy that you just need to fuck him?”

“Well,” Emily giggled, “since I just discovered the miracle of the zoom on my laptop’s cam, I just might set up my own, little spy cam and see how he reacts.”

“Naughty slut! We love you.”

”Good night, guys. Kisses.” With that, they all logged off. Sometime, in the next week or two, their schedules would mesh once more, and they’d be able to while away a few hours, enjoying each other’s company.

Although she’d already had three, very intense orgasms, Emily was still worked up, her lust boiling over and her pussy aching for more. The first thing she did was to carry her laptop into her bedroom. Ensuring the curtains were opened to precisely the correct width to let him, but not the other neighbors, see her, she set everything up to her satisfaction. With the laptop propped up on a few books, sitting atop her bedside table, she had a good view of the screen if she were to lie in bed.

Then, she collected all the trash from the various containers in her home. The trash cans from her bedroom and the bathroom were emptied into her larger receptacle in the kitchen, giving her a full, bulging trash bag. Adding some old clothes that were in poor condition added enough mass and volume to make the bag extremely heavy. Then, she waited, idly fingering herself, sometimes bringing her nectar-coated fingers to her mouth for a taste of her liquid sex.

Steeling her nerves with a deep hit on her water pipe, Emily tweaked her nipples into ultra-hardness when she saw Vincent emerge from his front doorway. She knew that the long, threadbare, raglan shirt barely covered her butt when she stood straight, the rounded hem still exposing some flesh. However, she was planning on doing much more than that.

Her cunt poured out more heat, and it ran down her thighs as she took a deep breath and placed one hand on the overstuffed trash bag, opening the door with her other hand. The low light from the kitchen gave just enough illumination that she could be seen, but not so much that it looked as if she intended to be on display. Thinking that perhaps adding the extra weight wasn’t such a good idea, the young, sexy woman could barely drag it over the threshold, let alone carry the bag across the front of her house to the awaiting trash can.

Nonetheless, Emily struggled with the refuse, lifting it off the sidewalk a few inches, as that’s all the height she could manage, rocking it forward, then setting it down and dragging it another step. Her plan of bending and stretching to show off her bare cunt and exposed ass worked wonderfully. She didn’t even need to intentionally show off her body. Her efforts in getting the bag to move toward the trash can required her to bend, stretch, lean, pull, and squat, lifting with her legs.

“Looks like you could use a hand,” Vincent’s soft and arousing voice crooned out, very close to her.

Emily’s focus was on the trash bag, noting that she’d already caused a few tears in the thin plastic; she hadn’t noticed her neighbor silently creeping up to help. When he said that to her, she was bent over the bag, her ass on full display, trying to find a strong spot to grasp, so she didn’t tear the bag open anymore and dump trash all over her front lawn.

“Fuck, you scared me! Wear bells or something.”

“Sorry,” Vincent said without a single apologetic inflection in his voice. “Please, allow me.”

His right hand slowly crossed in front of her stooped body, giving Emily a closeup view is his muscles rippling, panther-like under his skin. Simply grabbing the bag around the tied-off neck, he picked it up as if it were weightless. While such manly displays of machismo didn’t typically impress her, the way he acknowledged her state of undress, visually, without making an issue out of it, coupled with his act of chivalry shot her overheated libido into nuclear explosion intensity.

His back muscles bulged as he sauntered over to her trash container and deftly lifted the bag and plopped it inside. “Have a good night, Emily,” he said.

She didn’t know exactly how he’d managed it, but his voice, in those five words, carried more seduction and innuendo than she was able to bear. The fact that his eyes traveled from hers all the way down to her toes, then slowly back up, didn’t hurt her attention-starved heart, either. Her mind shot back to just an hour or so prior, when he watched her fuck herself and cum, wailing like a banshee in her torrid, sexual heat. The fact that he hadn’t done anything about it had her in a horny stupor.

“Vince, wait,” Emily called out. She was flabbergasted when he stopped and turned; she didn’t truly have anything to say. She quickly racked her brain for something intelligent to say.

Her mouth opened and, “So, was that weed you were smoking, earlier?” spewed out instead of something witty. She died a little inside, but her mind was still running on pure impulse.

He laughed. “Yes. I’m a grown adult, although I don’t act like it.” 

“Care to share, sir?” 

He smiled, examined her nipples poking through the thin, heather-colored fabric, and smiled. “Sure, come on over.”

Every step toward his house increased Emily’s urgent, sexual tension. It was both incredibly arousing and infinitely infuriating that he didn’t follow the standard pattern. As they walked, she pondered what she’d said to her online friends; “I’ve got this thing going on with my neighbor.” She realized that she honestly did; she considered it a very special thing, highly sexual, between the two of them. The real question that consumed her mind was whether he knew it. Vince played her game, her way, and she was unaccustomed to being allowed to play without consequences. 

As high quality as Emily’s weed stash was, her neighbor's stuff was like a tidal wave of euphoria. It smoked cool and smooth and her entire body, already tingling with lust, began vibrating with bliss.

“So, why are you out here all the time every night?”

He smiled and ran his eyes over her barely-dressed body. “I enjoy the serenity and the alluring view.”

Emily almost fainted over his innuendo.

“So you like watching over everyone, huh?”

He shrugged and laughed. “No harm meant; I just like to know what’s going on around me.”

“Wow, your smoke is amazing. It’s making me so horny. Do you get horny when you smoke?”

“I’m always horny, Emily. Especially these days when I have constant stimulation.”

That was the moment that Emily almost caved in. While fumbling for words, she chewed on her lower lip, mentally debating whether to end her tease, now or to continue. The latter option won out.

“Can we do this, again, tomorrow…I mean, without the trash? We can hang out if you’d like?”

“Any time. That sounds delightful.”

“Oh, fuck me hard,” Emily’s mind reeled over the fact that she said that aloud. “Sarah’s coming over tomorrow night to give me some decorating pointers. Sunday?”

“Let’s make a day of it if you want. It should be the perfect weekend for grilling and enjoying life’s pleasures.”

“Thanks for the smoke, neighbor. I’m going to go inside and ‘take care of business.’ You should have warned me that your pot had aphrodisiac qualities.” 

Emily turned, and very slowly, with extreme deliberation, walked toward her house. She elongated her steps and rocked her hips with an exaggerated swivel to make her ass more enticing. Stopping to bend at the waist, knowing he could see the puffy swell of her fiery cunt between her thighs, she plucked up a random stone as if she were interested in it. She wasn’t, of course, she just needed him to stare at her body. It took all of her resolve to not run back across the street and start sucking his cock right there in the driveway.

Instead, as soon as she locked the door behind her, she walked into the living room and stripped off the tattered, long T-shirt she’d been wearing. Nude, with one hand already fingering her clit as she walked, Emily went into the bedroom, turned on the salt lamp to alert Vincent that she was in her boudoir, fired up the laptop once more, and dumped her “toy drawer” onto the bed.

“Make me all fucking horny and deny me, will you? Watch this, then. This could be your hard cock buried in my cunt instead of this dildo.”

He was still out there, nonplussed by her brazen show, and just enjoying the night. Activating her cam, she adjusted the settings and camera angle a bit until she had a perfect shot of him. Emily opened up her browser, the camera’s footage open in the top, right corner of her screen. She quickly found a porn site and searched for videos under “being watched.”

Emily moaned, loudly, when she thrust the long, thick, fake cock into her twat. One hand pumped the toy in and out of her hot pussy, ramming it in so hard and deep that her knuckles grazed her labia. Her other hand sought a little, glowing bullet vibrator, one that had the perfect intensity to tickle her clit. The voyeur videos played on her screen, the sound extremely low, but the screen gave off enough bluish illumination, flickering now and then, to saturate her body in dim halos of light. 

“See me. Please look at me. You can fuck me. You have to be horny after all my teasing; don’t you want me, Vince? Look; please look; please, see me.”

As if he could hear her, his head slowly turned to her window. On the webcam display, which was zoomed in tight, she saw him smile and nod. Vincent settled back, watching her. The chilling thrill, raw sexual energy, ran through her entire body and permeated her soul.

“Yes. Oh, fuck, yes. Watch me fuck myself. I know you’re watching, and I like it.”

Emily’s furiously bucked up and down, and the throes of passion reverberated through her body. She loved being watched and lusted over, and that night she’d glutted herself in her kink.

“F-fuck, I'm going to cum, again. It feels so… Aaah!”

All she could was writhe, uncontrollably, on the bed in beautiful agony, her orgasmic fluids spilling out of her sex hole, the dildo expelled by a huge, lusty contraction. Her eyes glazed over, but she tried to keep staring into his, the porn video forgotten. Feeling bold, as soon as the raptures of bliss ceased contorting her body, she flipped the lid of her laptop closed, and waved toward her neighbor, cheerily. He waved back, not at all affected by her nude body. It made her both happy and hornier, the fires of lust reigniting in her still-quivering loins.

Tomorrow is Saturday, and Sarah is more curious about me than about decorating, I think, Emily thought to herself as she attempted to fall asleep. If you like watching, I’ll give you something to see.