It was a very hot summer in ’76 and I was a seventeen-year-old full of raging hormones. One day I looked out of the spare bedroom window overlooking the gardens and noticed a sun lounger on the patio next door. I hadn’t noticed this before and realised it would be there for my neighbour. She was mid-thirties and curvy which was something I like. The idea of seeing her sunbathe got me horny, so an hour or so later I looked again and saw her laid out reading a book in a two-piece bathing costume.
Carefully I slipped out my stiff cock and began to rub. Although not directly visible I imagined her pussy and nipples underneath the blue cloth. I fantasised about touching her or even better entering that hot warm sex. I got breathless and felt my passion growing so slunk off to my own room and let rip. It didn’t take long for my cock to let flow with spurts of hot cum.
This happened a few more times over the next few weeks, only now I had grown more confident so instead of leaving the spare room, I stayed, wanked and came while I watched.
As the days went on though I noticed to my delight she was wearing a slightly smaller costume. On about the third or fourth occasion as I pleasured myself, the heat of passion got too much and I let out a moan. With a feeling of panic in case I’d just given myself away, I quickly ducked away from the window and quietly returned to my bedroom.
There was a small break to this fun as the neighbours left for a holiday. However in the following week after they returned, Summer turned from hot to a glorious heatwave. Surely she would want to catch the sun’s rays in this?
Earlier that day we had passed each other on the mutual path between our houses. She had greeted me with a smile and comments on how great the day was. I could tell I had blushed, as adolescents do, and I was very sure she noticed. With mixed feelings of fear and excitement I kept an eye out for the sun lounger’s return and later that day, return it did.
I quietly stood by the window and spied out. There was a book on a small table with a jug of drink and a glass. After a short wait she come out and oh! the disappointment, she was wearing a caftan instead of a bikini. It was long and flowing and showed very little, but I then realised it was sheer. The sun shone through, and I realised this was all she had on. My breath turned to excited panting as I found the situation even more exciting. I fought to keep my noise down to avoid giving myself away.
Then it happened. Reaching for her bag she pulled out a bottle of cream. The caftan was taken by the hem and lifted. I gasped; she was now naked. Cream was applied. As I watched, stroking my extremely hard cock as she ran her hands over her breasts, torso and legs, I was in heaven. I tried to not cum quickly; this after so many weeks was a rare possibility and I wanted to make the most of it.
Then, just as I thought it couldn’t get any better, it did. Reaching for the bag again she pulled out a small but shiny vibrator. She started to run her hands over her breasts and teased herself with the toy. She began to moan softly, as her passion grew. This was becoming intense, and I nearly came several times. As I watched every move, I became aware of her back arching and her rhythm speeding up. She threw her head back and let out a moan as she exploded with orgasm. As she did. the moment tipped me over and I also came shooting great spurts out over the spare room floor. I couldn’t help myself and moaned loudly.
For a moment I panicked. Had I blown my cover? Was she now about to throw a cover over herself and storm inside? No. As she lay recovering from the pleasure she had just experienced, she smiled, turned her head toward the window I was in, blew me a kiss, then stood and redressed before leaving to clean up.
This never happened again. I was either busy elsewhere or the weather was unfavourable for laying outside. That September I started my training and no longer had the free weekdays to watch anyway. If we ever passed on the mutual path again it was as though nothing had ever happened.
It was a good life lesson learned, as a few times since my path has crossed with a play friend, swinger couple or such in the real world, and being able to keep a composed air and not let on to those around that you recently spit roasted the lady or watched as your wife pleasured her sister (has happened) is invaluable.
We all like to keep sides of ourselves a secret after all.
