EroticReverie

Brooklyn Rose Walker. That’s the name of the siren teenager that lives across the street from my own. She’s also the girl I’m looking at through the sliver of my curtains in the dark, because I’m holding my 40 year old , recently divorced cock in my hand about to blow watching her walk around her room in a tank top and panties, hanging shit on her walls, and taking other things down. The girl never closes her curtains. Ever. I’ve seen her laying on the bed , seen her sitting in bed by the glow of her television, I’ve seen her fucking her boyfriends, seen her drop her towel after showers. I’ve seen it all. I’m like a pathetic teenage boy , jerking off to the hot girl next door, except I’m a recently divorced creep playing peeping Tom. But the way I see it , Im not the one who left their curtains open. I’m not the one with a tight irresistible body that would make a man of any age imagine me on my back get pumped full of cum.

There it goes. My third load this week, thanks to the assistance of Brooklyn Rose Walker.

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When I wake up the next morning , it’s Monday. The first day of Spring Vacation for students. I of course know this because I have two kids, and they’re currently staying with me for the week, then heading back to their moms. I peek out my curtain and can see Brooklyn is still in bed, cause there’s a little lump under her covers and I can actually see her hair sticking out of the top. Thank goodness for perfect vision , otherwise I’d have to invest in binoculars. Take my creepy old man factor up a couple notches.

I take a shower and throw on a pair of navy blue running shorts and a grey muscle T shirt and head downstairs. The boys are still asleep, as I expect being that it’s 7am. I leave a note just incase they wake up letting them know I’ve gone for a run.

After putting on my sneakers and stepping outside I start to stretch in the driveway, casually looking over to the Walkers house here and there. I give a wave to neighbors a few houses down as they pull out of their driveway.

I only moved in two weeks ago. Other than the Walkers , and a few other families. I haven’t introduced myself to many people on the street. I’ve been too busy and too distracted by a certain intoxicating female too young for me.

I run through the neighborhood to the high school at the edge, about a mile and half away, I do a few laps on the track and I’m breathing heavily, sweating, as the gate of the fence around the track squeals. I almost trip and fall on my fucking face. It’s fucking Brooklyn. Alone. Wearing hot pink running shorts , a black sports bra , with a loose hot pink tank top over it. She has matching sneakers that are black with pink soles and laces. She must’ve walked here because she’s not sweaty or anything. But then I look to the parking lot and see her little red car parked in the lot.

I want to stop and stare , hide behind a tree and jerk off, walk up and ask her if she’s into older men, I want to fucking beg to lick the sweat off her when she’s done.

“Mr. Carter?” I hear her call out as I start to get closer to her.

I look up pretending I didn’t notice her and slowly jog to a stop and then in place.

“Good morning Miss Walker” I nod. She laughs.

“Ew. Do not call me that. It makes me sound old call me Brooklyn” she smiles and pulls at her ponytail tightening it.

I nod. “Well Brooklyn, I insist you call me Cole then, because even though I AM old, I prefer not to feel like it” I tell her.

She laughs. “Okay. But you’re not old” she says giving me a weird look and then bends down and ties one of her laces over again. I am sure to catch a glimpse down her shirt and get a peek of her cleavage.

“I’m probably the same age as your father” I say.

She laughs. “Yeah right” she says standing up.

“I have kids your age” I say.

“No you don’t” she laughs in disbelief. My jogging comes to a stop and I nod.

“I do” I assure her.

She puts one hand on her hip. “I’ve never seen em” she narrows her eyes and gives me a look that tells me she takes me for a liar.

“Greyson and Kyle” I say. “Greyson is 18, Kyle is 19..they were with their mother” I say stretching my arms , one across my chest holding it, then the other. “They’re with me for spring break. Then they’ll be back for summer” I tell her.

“You’re divorced?” She asks as she kicks back one foot and holds it up behind her as she stretches.

I nod. “Yep”

“Sorry” she says and switches legs.

I laugh. “I’m not. She cheated with her boss. Who is DEFINITELY old” I say

She smiles. “We won’t call him by his first name then.” She says.

I give a little laugh. “No. We won’t.”

“You run every morning? I’ve never seen you out here” I say.

She gives me a confused look. “You’ve been here like what. Not even a month ? And you think you know my routine?” She pokes me in the arm teasing.

No. But I know you sleep in just your underwear, and that you’ve had sex with at least two different guys since I’ve moved in, and I wouldn’t at all mind adding myself to the list. Is what I want to say but just give a friendly laugh.

“I suppose not” I say and she smiles.

“I’ve just been busy. Slacking a bit. I don’t like to get up early before school to run” she makes a face.

I nod. “I see”

“So how old ARE you?” She asks.

I grin. “Guess”

She rolls her eyes. “Well. I would’ve guessed like thirty cause you’re in such good shape and you have barley any grey hair” she examines me. I laugh at the grey hair comment. Knowing I do have some greys coming in as well as some peppered throughout my facial hair , but I shave it usually except for these past few weeks. I’ve let it grow , and I’m pretty fucking scruffy.

“So what, you’ve got a 19 year old, so like, 40?” She says almost not believing her guess.

“Correct. Right on the money” I say.

“No fucking way” she says shaking her head and she shamelessly gives me an up and down scan.

“I hope whoever I marry looks like you when they’re 40, you’re in incredibly good shape” she says.

I laugh. “Thank you. Personal trainers usually have to be” I say.

“Personal trainer?” She asks and I see her eyes light up. “Really?” She bites her lower lip. Before her compliments weren’t flirtatious when she mentioned how fit I was. But now , my occupation seems to have flipped a switch.

“Yea” I answer and see the slight raise of one of her brows.

“So you’ll probably have plenty of women signing up to train with you, single moms, horny old ladies” she laughs and my eyes widen at hearing her use the word horny. I laugh and shrug.

“You’ll be back in the dating pool in no time ,…” she shakes her head.

“Your wife is absolutely insane by the way. Physically. You’re a fucking catch. What the hell is wrong with her?” She looks at me and starts to jog in place. So I do too, and even though she has a sports bra on I can see them bounce without even looking down at them. She must be at least a d or double d.

“I think we just got bored with one another. Fell out of love. It’s fine. But she shouldn’t have been a coward. She should ended it before she went and spread her legs for a 63 year old man.” I say.

“Gross” Brooklyn says and we start to lightly jog side by side.

“How’d your sons take it? When my dad left me and my mom, I was fucked up about it, but then again I was 10” she said.

“Surprisingly they seem to be doing alright. We’ve kept it civil. I don’t see the point in making it messy. I won’t fight with her. Still love her. Want her to be happy and all that.” I say and then forget I’m talking to an 18 year old girl about my divorce.

“Augh.” She says and shakes her head as we run. Her long pony tail swaying. “No way. No fucking way would I be civil if I were you. You’re a better person than I’d be” she says.

“You might surprise yourself. You never know. You have to think about your kids , think about the fact you married and loved that person for a long time ..” i trail off. “Anyways. This conversation is not exciting for you I’m sure. So. How about Jersey shore eh?” I joke.

“Ew!” She laughs and looks over at me. “I don’t watch that”

“Keeping up with the kardashians?” I ask.

She laughs throwing her head back and it’s just a pleasant sound and sight. Her perfectly straight, blinding white teeth against her lightly tanned skin.

“No” she answers. “I’ve seen clips of it. I guess it’s kinda funny. But no” she shakes her head.

“Well what do you watch?” I ask.

“Netflix shit” she says.

“Netflix shit?” I laugh. “I forgot. You’re the Netflix and chill generation” I say as our feet slap against the track and she lets out another laugh.

“I was not “chilling” when Netflix and chill became a phrase” she says and she picks up her speed and I do as well to keep up.

“Ah. Gotchya” I say and then fall back just a bit to let her gain a few feet so I can watch her ass.

I smile to myself staring at her ass and her toned legs and the small spot of sweat on the back of her tank top.

She stops and laughs. “What are you doing?”

I pass her by a few feet and then stop and turn.

“What?” I say looking at her, her skin glowing with sweat , mine pouring from me still.

“You were totally just looking at my ass” she says with a little laugh.

I shake my head. “No I wasn’t”

“Uhhhh yeah. You WERE” she laughs. “I turned my head and SAW you” she says calling me right the fuck out.

“Sorry. I stare at everyone’s ass, and bodies. You just have great tone to your body , that’s all. Was admiring it from a personal trainer view” which isn’t a total lie. But mostly a cover up for being a fucking perv.

“Oh” she says. “Well. That’s a shame” she gives a little grin and then starts to jog again.

I stand there for a moment. What? Did she just? No. She wants me to stare at her ?

I start to jog and pick up my pace.

“Can I ask you something?” She says as I come up on the side of her.

“Sure” I say

“Are you also looking at my tone when you watch me through my window?” She asks and she doesn’t falter a step , but me, I trip over my feet and stumble catching myself and crash to a stop. She slows and turns and jogs back to me.

“You trip on something ?” She smirks looking at me as I bend over hands on my knees panting.

“What?” Is all I can manage.

“Did you trip on som-“

“No. I heard that. The other part. What makes you think I look in your windows?” I do my best to play dumb.

“The same reason Mr. Wakefield , Mr. Graves , your neighbors do. The same reason Mr. Williams who lived in your house before you , did.” She says and I stand up straight both of us breathing heavily from running.

“Because I leave my curtains open for a reason” she says with all the confidence and a sultry look. Then she shrugs. “But maybe you haven’t noticed yet. I could be wrong. But I don’t think I am” she smiles devilishly and licks her lips. What the hell was going on?

“Well you are” I lie and I look at her.

She smirks. “I could say I believe you.” She shrugs and steps closer and then presses a finger into the middle of my chest and trails it down the middle and I watch her eyes follow her finger and then she stops midway down and looks up.

“But then I’d be a liar too” she says with a playful smirk.

“Brooklyn” I say.

“It’s okay Cole” she says. “I like being watched.” She bites her lip.

“Mr. Wakefield and Mr. Graves are married”I say. “They wouldn’t do that” I say. Even though I had no idea who they were really. I’d just moved here.

“They ARE married …and that’s probably exactly why they look” she says with a simple shrug. “Maybe they’re in marriages like you and your ex wife..maybe they’re bored…or..maybe they just like what they see” she shrugs again.

I swallowed hard.

“Mr. Carter” she says in a quiet soft innocent voice and her hand slides up my tank top and up behind my neck , her fingers slipping over my sweat as she pulls herself into me and presses against me. Jesus Christ. This girl.

“If you really haven’t watched me…I want you to” she says biting her lip.

“I can’t” I say.

She nods. “Yes you can. Because when I get home, after I take my shower, I’m going to touch myself right in front of the window for you” she says.

I feel my cock jump in my shorts.

“Brooklyn you’re in high school” I tell her.

She lets out a devilish laugh. “Doesn’t matter. I’m 18. And your pervert neighbors have been watching me since I was 17”she says.

I swallow hard.

“Wanna know a secret?” She whispers her mouth dangerously close to mine.

“Ok” I say. Ok? This little minx was turning me into a speechless teenage boy.

“When I’m touching myself later, after my shower , it won’t be the first time I’ve thought of you while masturbating” she grins and bites her lip hard. My eyes widen and I cough and shake my head.

“Brooklyn Thats” I pause because she lifts a finger to her lips.

“Go home Mr. Carter. , I’ll wait at my window for you” she grins and turns around and jogs to the gate not looking back and leaves to her car.

It’s a painful run home jogging with my cock hard as a rock.