Neighborhood Peeper - Erotic Novel E-Book

Sand Wayne

• Herausgeber: Sandy
• Kategorie: Erotik
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2017

Beschreibung

A Vintage Erotic Novel Involving a Sexy and Seductive Girl, Full of Sexual Adventures, Surprises and Twists.

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Neighborhood Peeper

Chapter OneHarold Davis, a shy eighteen-year-old, slouched down the street with his hands stuffed in his pockets, trying to look tough. A very pretty girl was coming his way. As he passed her, Harold tried to look like Humphrey Bogart. The girl burst into giggles."Shit," Harold muttered, blushing clear down to his toes.His tough-guy act obviously hadn't worked. Harold glanced into a shop window and studied himself. He was five-feet-eight, skinny, with big feet, horn-rimmed glasses, and an unruly shock of thick brown hair. If he looked like any movie star at all, it was Woody Allen. Harold sighed deeply.If only he'd develop some muscles, if only his shoulders would broaden, if only he had the kind of cool personality that drove girls wild . . Harold felt he desperately needed a girl. He seemed to be horny all the time. But at the rate he was going, he'd be a virgin till he was ninety.Sighing, he started home. The streets of his small home town seemed to be crowded with girls, or, from Harold's point of view, legs and tits and asses. He could feel his cock growing hard for the millionth time that day. He'd have to stop in an alley and jack off. He couldn't let his parents see him with a hard-on.By the time Harold slipped into an alley near his home, it had gotten dark. He hurried along, looking for some bushes to hide in. It wouldn't do if some neighbor caught him frigging himself. He wasn't proud of the habit, but what else could he do? With his appearance and his shy, awkward manner, he had about as much chance of getting laid as he did of becoming President.Halfway down the alley, Harold stopped still and gawked. At first he didn't believe what he saw. It was too good to be true.He saw a well-lit bedroom window, no curtains drawn. An attractive blonde woman had just come into the room and was starting to take off her clothes. Harold's eyes widened, and his glasses started to steam up. He crept closer. No, his eyes weren't playing tricks on him. The blonde was there, all right, unbuttoning her blouse.