Jimmy answered the door, his face full of relief and surprise as he noticed Harry with Tinkle.
“Thank you!” Jimmy exclaimed, pulling Tinkle from his neighbor’s arms.
“This wasn’t his first time out, was it?” Harry asked.
“No, he sneaks out every chance he gets. But this was the longest he had been gone,” Jimmy said.
Harry explained to his neighbor what the woman with white hair had said, and how she was demanding payment for the unwanted pregnancy Tinkle had caused and the eight kittens that were a result.
“Tinkle is fixed, so it wasn’t him,” Jimmy said, pushing the cat’s fur close to his face as he rocked him in his arms.
Harry felt a sudden urge to locate the true father of the eight kittens, but knew he had to let go of the distractions and get back to writing his novel.
He called Claire again, but she didn’t answer. He chose not to leave a message this time, realizing that it made him look needy.
The sun had finally gone down and the light in the apartment across the street flicked on. Dora, the woman who had moved in across the street was beautiful, fit, and absentminded when it came to shutting her curtains. Harry loved the nights when Claire worked late at the library. This was the time he got to watch Dora work out in front of her TV, and if he was lucky, undress for her shower before she would realize the curtains were open.
He gripped the box of tissues and placed them on the couch beside him. He unbuckled his pants, slid them down under his waist and squirted some lotion into the palm of his hand.
Dora was already in front of the TV, her ass aimed at the window facing Harry’s apartment. He gripped his lifeless cock, jumping at the cold sensation of the lotion touching his sensitive skin, and slid his hand back and forth slowly waking his unit up while Dora did her warm ups.
She bent over, her tight aerobic pants clinging to her skin, pushing into the crack of her ass giving Harry a perfect view. Her body was tight and toned, her long black hair falling to the middle of her back as she leaned back, stretching her arms to the sky.
His cock livened up as he continued to stroke himself. The loose skin tightened as his excitement grew, pulling his balls from his thighs, tugging on them with each stroke.
Dora turned around, facing Harry’s window and began jogging in place, letting her breasts bounce freely inside her loose tank top. He could almost make out the hard nipples under the soft cotton material, causing him to let out a soft moan as his cock twitched in his hand.
His fingers slid to his ballsack, tickling the loose skin as he sped up the stroking process. Dora pulled her top from over her head, revealing her full, plump breasts. Harry could see the sweat glistening from her skin and wanted to lick it off.
She walked away, out of sight for only a second before appearing in the window of her bedroom. Harry watched as she slid her yoga pants off. She wore no panties; it was just her bare skin. Harry slapped his penis hard in his hand, his balls bouncing against his inner thigh causing a smacking noise as his pace increased.
With Dora bent over, Harry could almost see her pussy. He had never gotten a peek of it, not even just her bush. He often imagined what it would look like, maybe thick dark hair, a thick clit and full lips. He wanted to shove his tongue far up into her pussy so he could taste her soul rather than spanking his monkey at her window. He hadn’t had the courage to even speak to her.
Harry felt his cock twitch, and then it began to pulsate in his hand. He gripped a tissue, ready to catch the cum as it flowed from the tip of his cock, and closed his eyes as she disappeared into the shower.
His thoughts moved from Dora to Claire, her beautifully white skin, her tiny freckles just above her breasts. He loved how her ass looked like an upside down heart, and when she bent over, her pussy lips pushed past her thighs.
The white jiz spilled over his hand onto the tissue he had waiting and ready. When he opened his eyes back up, Dora’s curtains were drawn and he knew there wouldn’t be another show until tomorrow. The only good thing he could think of at the moment was, having Claire gone, he could whack off to Dora every night if he wanted.