My neighbor across the street is this 35yo single mom that works as a personal trainer and is on steroids. I'm pretty sure she's doing other "jobs" on the side as I see her car come and go at all times throughout the night. I've never seen a consistent male presence there in the last five years, despite her having three younger children. Anyways, she decided to get a shitbull a few years ago. It pretty much terrorized the neighborhood when it would jump over the fence when kids are walking home from school. The HOA basically fined her to hell and back until she did whatever with the dog to control it.
Recently I've been working a lot on my car and started hearing weird noises from across the street. Noises where you're not sure if someone is dying or otherwise experiencing the ether of their life force expanding. Regardless, it warranted a quick walk across the street. As I came closer I was completely erotically entangled with the noise, it was somehow very gratifying. I'm friends with her neighbor, so he wouldn't care I was on his property to investigate a weird noise. But they would care if I had a boner.
I focused, curbing my sack lunch for the safety of our homestead. As I approached her fence, I caught a glimmer through her blinds on her patio sliders. It was dark out and the amber glow of her accent lamps were the canvas in which her horizons were being dilated. I always thought she was too muscular, but her thighs were large yet submissive...barely able to hold position with the rhythmic pulsing her hips were seemingly inadvertently performing. Its like she was paralyzed with orgasm, completely incapable of self movement. I couldn't believe how submissive she was considering her powerful physique. I wondered who was railing her, absolutely dough pinning her out of form, just completely pacifying any sense of agency or independence this single mom once had. I could only see a dark, muscular silhouette.
Then my neighbor's yippie ass yorkie started barking and I saw what I still can not unpack. I couldn't make out the shadowy figure until it rushed to the blinds, tearing through them like a pibble on a toddler, then it dawned on me. She was hot rodding her fur baby. She rushed to get the shitbull's attention, I assumed to quell his innerved annunciations of violent intent, but nay it was gain his favor for mount. He resumed as the yorkie returned inside, and she quickly detached with a complete fountain of climax arising from her enlarged vulva; a prize for her learned management of her pibble.
Ny neighbor friend then turned on his back patio light, which illuminated my position just enough that she could see my head over the fence. We just stood staring at each other as I slinked below the fence line and disappeared across the street. I have no idea if she recognized me, but I did manage to return home with a boner.
Anyone else notice this?