Paula Kaufman - The blackmailed neighbors

"Well, for Christ's sake, would you look at that!" the big man muttered to himself, staring out the window. He turned to speak to a dark-haired young woman lying on a couch across the room.

"Hey, Anna, you'd never guess what's moving in across the street!"

"Let me try," she replied in a bored voice. A moment passed. "Sword dancers?" she asked sarcastically. "A flea circus? A troup of trained walruses and their sealion manager?"

"Cut the comedy," the big man said, flushing angrily at the mockery in the woman's voice. "Get off your lazy ass and come over and look."

The woman settled back on the couch, but curiosity got the better of her. As she got up, the robe she was wearing parted for a moment, showing a flash of smooth bare thighs. Taking her time, she walked over to the window and looked out. She had to stand close to the man but was careful not to touch him. Each time a shift in his position brought him closer to her, she moved back the barest fraction of an inch, just enough to keep them separated.

"Well, what do you think of that little cunt?" the man asked with a grin.

Across the street a large moving van was backed up to a house. Two men, obviously the drivers of the van, from their overalls, were carrying in furniture. Another man stood nearby, watching, but Anna knew that none of these people, nor the van, was what had captured the interest of the man next to her. A young woman, blonde, with a stunning figure was excitedly directing the two workmen. She was wearing a pair of tight white shorts and a halter top which did little to hide the enticing movements of her large, obviously well-shaped breasts.

"Well… how about it?" the big man asked impatiently.

"Oh, Max… for Christ's sake," the woman said disgustedly. "So it's a cunt. To listen to you talk, anybody'd believe you never saw one before."

"God! I sure as hell haven't seen many like that," he answered, licking his lips nervously. "Oh, my fuckin' balls. Look at the way her tits are bouncing… and look at her ass, just trying to bust out of those shorts."

Anna didn't say anything more, but she had to admit, Max did have a point. She couldn't help admiring the other woman's admittedly lovely young body. Nor did she fail to understand Max's obvious lust for the girl. She felt a mild rush of interest herself as she watched the young blonde moving between the house and the van, getting in the men's way, trying to help them carry some of the smaller items. A good body, she thought lazily, and wondered what the girl would look like naked, without those shorts and that silly halter. I haven't touched a woman for a long time, she mused. I wonder if her tits are as solid as they look. Yes, she could understand the interest of the man next to her in the girl, but she was repelled by the crudity of his lust. She watched him excitedly staring at the girl, his eyes glittering, his hands clenching into fists, and from time to time, his thick tongue slithered over his lips, trying to moisten their heated surfaces. A real pig, she thought with disgust.

"I've gotta have a better look," he suddenly said. "Get me my binoculars."

"Oh, for Christ's sake, Max. lf you stand here gawking out the window with a pair of binoculars growing out of your head, they'll see you. You want them to think there's a bunch of weirdos over here?"

"Goddamn it, Anna," the man snarled at her, jerking his small eyes away from the window and fastening them angrily on her. "I said to get the binoculars. Now don't give me any of your smart-ass lip."

Anna held her ground for a moment, her dark eyes locking with Max's pale gray ones. Then her gaze dropped and she left the room without a word, returning a minute later with a pair of binoculars. Max moved back from the window before he placed the binoculars against his eyes and began to scan the little party across the street.

"I'm not as dumb as you think," he told Anna. "They can't see me this way, back from the window. For one thing, it's darker in here and bright sun out there…" His voice caught and stopped. "Christ!" he said sharply. "She's bending over facing me. Wow… What a pair of tits…!" He fell silent, staring intently through the binoculars for several minutes. One large hand dropped down to the front of his pants, and Anna saw with disgust that he was slowly massaging the obscenely growing bulge there as his penis hardened and swelled under the restraining material. God, he could get it up watching a cow piss, she told herself acidly.

Anna was a medium-size woman, in her late-twenties, but her lush, well-developed figure made her seem bigger. Her coloring was dark, with skin the color of ivory, set off by thick dark hair that cascaded down over her shoulders and framed her face in heavy tendrils of smoky brown. When she wanted to, Anna would let her hair fall forward, half-hiding her dark lustrous eyes, which she knew how to make glitter in sulky invitation.

Max was a much rougher-cut figure. A big, bulky man of about fifty, he had once been very good looking, and he still retained traces of handsomeness, but they were for the most part buried under a disfiguring coarseness brought on by decades of dissipation, sullied by an innate cruelty that had hardened his features while his body thickened. His hair was turning iron-gray, cut in a bristling crewcut that only enhanced the air of violence that hung about the big man like a constant threat. The two of them, he and Anna, made an incongruous couple, and many people had asked themselves what the two were doing together.

Anna still stood near the window, watching the little drama across the street – the laboring men, the obviously excited young blonde, the other man, standing and watching as the draped furniture and heavy boxes made their way from the emptying van and began to fill the house. Must be her first house, Anna thought, gauging the other woman's excitement. I wonder how it feels to be excited over something? She wondered if they were newlyweds, but from the watching man's semi-indifferent manner, doubted it. Her scrutiny shifted to him. She judged him to be a little younger than herself, and a good-looking man. He was tall and slender, without being thin. Good shoulders, Anna thought approvingly. He had fairly short hair, black, just long enough to hint at a frustrated desire to grow it longer. Even at his distance she could make out a few tendrils curling over his ears. Wonder what kind of a man he is! Anna thought. I wonder how he treats his little wife!

Her thoughts were interrupted by a loud guffaw from Max. The overeager young woman across the street had been trying to carry too-heavy a box and had dropped it, spilling its contents all over the lawn. She stood in despair a moment, looking down at the scattered pile of small items, some of them still rolling across the grass. The girl looked up at her husband for encouragement but all she got was a condescending grin. Superior bastard! Anna thought with irritation, as the man ordered his wife to pick up the spilled contents of the box.

"Oh, Christ, will you look at those buns!" Max yelled in glee as the girl bent down and began putting the various items back in the box. Even without the binoculars Anna could see the flimsy white material of the too-tight shorts suck up in between the girl's ass-cheeks and ride high to bare the gently rounded swell of her lower buttocks. She was kneeling, her legs spread a little, ant the tight mound of her pussy bulged enticingly between well-rounded thighs.

"Anna, I swear I'm gonna get into that ass," Max was mumbling, more to himself than to her. "I swear I'm gonna split it wide open with old Fred here," and he obscenely squeezed the ever-growing bulge in the front of his pants.