Neighborhood Gossip Gets Hers

Fbailey story number 474


Neighborhood Gossip Gets Hers


I could not believe it when I looked out my bathroom window and saw Mrs. Turner peeking in my neighbor’s window. Her shorts and panties were around her ankles and it looked as if she was masturbating.

Mrs. Turner was the neighborhood gossip. She told everyone whatever she knew, heard, or made up. Most people thought of her as evil.

I was only wearing my tight underwear but I grabbed my camcorder and slipped out my back door. I got down on the grass and crawled to the corner of my house and aimed the camera at her. As I recorded her I thought about what she was seeing, as far as I knew it Jill was home alone until her husband came home from work around midnight, and it was only nine o’clock.

It was dark out but the street light illuminated Mrs. Turner quite well. My driveway was between the two houses and led to my garage. Jill had a bush of some sort on her side that was blocking Mrs. Turner from being seen from the street, however it did nothing to hide her from me.

Her shorts and panties were down between her ankles, one of her hands was up under her T-shirt playing with her breasts, and the other one was obviously between her legs. After a few minutes Mrs. Turner quivered and dropped to her knees. In doing so she leaned forward placing both hands on the ground, leaving her in the doggy position facing away from me. It was the perfect opportunity for me to make a move. I stood up still recording and moved quickly toward her. I placed one foot on the clothes between her ankles.

That startled her and she turned to look up at me. There I was in just my tight underwear with grass on my chest and my erection poking out of my waistband.

Mrs. Turner said, “I was just…well I was just…hell you know perfectly well what I was doing.”

I smiled down at her and said, “Remove your T-shirt and your bra and hand them to me.”

Reluctantly she did as I had requested. Once I had them in my hand I said, “Crawl out of your other clothes.” I watched as she crawled out of her shorts and panties but didn’t get up. I reached down and picked them up too. Then I said, “Come with me.”

I took her into my kitchen and said, “Okay stand there and tell the camera what you were doing.”

Mrs. Turner said, “I was spying on Jill. She was fucking the paperboy.”

I asked, “And what were you doing?”

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