He stood naked in the basement leering out his small window and slowly stroking his hardening cock. The object of his building lust was the new neighbor that had moved in. She was again outside in a string bikini, showcasing her seductive body.
As she lathered the suntan lotion over the mounds of her exposed ass his cock spasmed and jets of thick cum splattered against the wall. He had to have her. There would be nothing to stop him. For days he watched. His in seemed to be the small door to the laundry room that she came and went out of.
It was dusk, with a painted orange sky courtesy of the setting summer sun. He took a deep breath and reached for the door. A sigh of relief that it was open. Creeping up the wooden steps, he cautiously entered the room. The distant sound of the TV playing could be heard, while he put the mask over his face that concealed his identity.
As he entered the kitchen, he stopped dead in his tracks. There she was in just her bra and panties. She didn’t see him. He grabbed her from behind, cupped a strong hand over her mouth and threatened her if she didn’t obey.
Grabbing a lock of hair he forced her into her bedroom, where he made her strip naked. Her body was shaking, and the look of fear in her eyes as he too removed all of his clothes, his cock standing at full erection.
He whirled her around, shoved her onto the bed and drove his cock into her opening sans-lube. She was tight. He slapped her bare ass a few times and enjoyed the sound of her whimpering.
Resting his hands on the sides of her hips he fucked her hard and steady, savoring every stroke he made. Her body moved in rhythm to his as he plowed his victim. He could feel the cum boiling in his balls until he finally filled her hole with a large load.
She slumped onto the bed weeping as the spent cum oozed from her cunt and onto the bed beneath as he slowly dressed and left the way he came.
He watched diligently from his widows for the arrival of police for the next two days, but they never came.