Spring Summers was sitting on her front porch enjoying the warm spring evening. When she was born her parents thought the name Spring was perfect for her as she was born on the first day of spring.
She lived on the end of a dead end road with only two other houses close by. Dillon Bonner lived across the street from her and further up the street Mr. & Mrs. Cassin’s lived.
For over a year Spring had watched a bevy of beauties come and go from Dillon’s house. Each one looking like some model right off the fashion magazines covers.
Spring had always been curious as to why someone like Dillon lived on the same street she did. He worked for some big advertizing firm as an executive and drove one of those low slung sport cars. He always had some beautiful girl hanging on his arm or showing up on his doorstep at all hours of the day and night. He seemed out of place in the little house, like he should be living in some huge mansion or pent house somewhere. He just looked and smelled of money.
She met Dillon a little over a year ago when he came to her aide. She had been quite embarrassed by the whole thing but he assured her there was nothing to be embarrassed about in the least.
She had come home from work early one day to find her live in boyfriend sleeping with some woman in her bed and kicked him out. He came back the following night trying to get her to take him back. When she refused to let him inside he started yelling some very mean and hurtful things to her.
Dillon had just walked out his back door to take the trash outside when he heard the commotion over at her place. He came across the street to see if he could help when he realized the asshole might get violent. Dillon ducked the punch he tossed his way and quickly knocked the guy on his ass. He picked him up and tossed him in his car and told him to be on his way or he would call the cops.
Spring apologized to him for the noise and thanked him for coming to her aide. He had realized she was embarrassed and told her there was no need to be, he bid her goodnight and went back to his place. Over the next few weeks they would see each other coming or going from their homes and would always say hello.
She had worked late one night getting home around 7:30. Dillon saw her pull into her driveway and walked across the street to say hello.
“Getting home kinda late tonight aren’t you Spring? Don’t suppose you’ve had dinner yet have you?”
“Well no, I was going to make myself a sandwich, didn’t feel like stopping at the store.”
“Good, then you can come over and have dinner with me. I’ve two steaks on the grill with a couple of potatoes that my brother was supposed to be sharing with me but he got caught up at work and had to cancel on me.”
“Thanks for the invitation Dillon but I really need to take a shower and get this dust off of me.” Spring worked in a small factory where she worked on an assembly line drilling holes into plastic tubes that fit the windshield washer assemblies in cars.
“Go ahead and take your shower we have plenty of time yet, the potatoes aren’t quite done so the steaks aren’t on the grill yet. I won’t take no for an answer, come on around in back when you get done with your shower,” he said over his shoulder as he walked back across the street to his back yard.
He was looking through the lens of the telescope his brother had gotten him for his birthday when Spring walked through the gate to his backyard. He had felt sorry for her months before he met her formally. He had seen that worthless guy that lived with her bring one woman after another home while she was working. First time he had seen the guy he could tell he was a slick user. Women hardly ever saw that but another man could usually pick out a smooth player easily.
“So how do you like your steak?”
“Medium well thank you. Is there anything I can do to help?”
“Well you can get us something to drink while I tend to these steaks. There’s beer in the fridge and a huge picture of ice tea if you would rather have that. I’ll have a beer.”
She walked through the patio doors to his kitchen and grabbed them both a beer from the fridge. She noticed his kitchen was spotlessly clean with all new appliances. She walked over to the sliding door to ask him if he wanted a glass with his beer, which he refused.
Over their meal they talked about the weather, their work, hobbies, music, movies and books. He was rather fascinated when he found out that she loved to fish. He had seen her loading her car many times with all her fishing gear and was surprised that a woman would have so much tackle. The women he knew only liked to lounge in the sun and would never get caught putting a worm on a hook.
While she was talking Dillon found himself looking at her more closely, now that he was getting to know the woman. She had a pretty face with big blue eyes that seemed to twinkle when she smiled. Her hair was the color of chestnuts, hanging past her shoulders and he would bet his last dollar it didn’t come from a bottle. She was around 5' 5", give or take a inch and rather plump. Dillon would never call a woman fat, he felt that was very rude, he did have some manners, not many, but a few.
He was wondering what kind of a pervert she would think he was if she knew that he had watched her twice through his telescope when she was making love to that worthless piece of crap that used to live with her.
The first night he had the telescope he had set it up in his bedroom window to look at the clear night sky that was full of stars. He was looking through the lens getting ready to aim it towards the sky when it moved across her bedroom window where he could clearly see her and her lover making love on the bed. He found himself watching them instead of the sky. He watched for a few minutes then felt like a damn voyeur before leaving the telescope and going to bed. Trouble was, the few minutes he had watched, left him with a rather stiff prick that he had to manually take care of.
A week later he hadn’t seen Spring come home and thought the asshole had some other chick up in her room again so he decided to sneak a peek only to find out it was Spring in bed with him. Again he found himself watching this time he actually got to see a clear view of her huge tits as the guy sucked on them. His dick sprang to life and he jumped back from the telescope like he had been caught spying. After that night he had put the telescope down in the garage not wanting to find himself secretly watching his neighbors sexual habits again.
