The midday sun beat down on the quiet suburban backyard, turning the air thick and hazy with summer heat. Janet, the 30-year-old housewife, lounged on her oversized chaise by the pool. Her husband, Mark, was off at work as usual. She had the house and the privacy of their fenced yard to herself.
Janet’s figure was the envy of the neighborhood: full, heavy D-cup breasts that strained against any top she wore, a narrow waist flaring into wide hips, and a round, firm ass honed from years of yoga. Her skin was smooth and tanned from frequent sunbathing, with long legs that seemed to go on forever. Today, she wore a skimpy red bikini. The top two tiny triangles were tied with thin strings; the bottom was a thong that disappeared between her plump ass cheeks.
She lay on her stomach first, untying the bikini top’s back string to avoid tan lines, letting the fabric loosen beneath her. The sun warmed her bare back. Suddenly, she noticed him!
Across the low fence, in the upstairs window of the neighboring house, a young face peered out. It was Jake, the neighbor’s son, barely 20, with that lean, athletic build from playing soccer. He thought he was hidden behind the sheer curtain, but Janet’s sharp eyes caught the movement. His gaze was fixed on her, intense and hungry. A thrill shot through her core. This unexpected attention ignited something wicked in her.
She pretended not to notice, keeping her movements casual. Rolling onto her back slowly, she let the untied bikini top slip just enough to tease the edges of her areolas. Her breasts spilled out slightly, full and heavy, nipples already hardening in the breeze. Jake didn’t move; she could sense his eyes devouring her.
Janet stretched languidly, arms above her head, pushing her chest upward. The top shifted more, one nipple peeking out fully, thick and erect, begging for attention. She bit her lip, feeling a familiar warmth building between her thighs.
Why not give him a show? She thought.
She gently reached behind her neck and untied the remaining strings of her top. The fabric fell away completely, exposing her magnificent tits to the open air. They bounced free, perfectly round, with veins faintly visible under the taut skin. Her nipples stood out like ripe cherries, stiff and sensitive. She cupped them casually, squeezing the soft flesh and letting her thumbs brush over the peaks. A soft moan escaped her lips, sending sparks straight to her clit.
Jake shifted at the window. She glimpsed his hand moving downward out of sight.
Good boy. She thought, her pulse quickening.
Janet trailed one hand down her flat stomach, fingers dancing over the tie of her bikini bottoms. She hooked a thumb under the string at her hip, tugging playfully, revealing the smooth, waxed mound of her pussy—no hair, just silky skin leading to her swollen lips. She parted her legs slightly, knees bending to give him a better angle. The thong was soaked already. She could feel the dampness against her slit.
She untied both sides of the bottoms in one fluid motion, letting the scrap of fabric fall away. Now fully nude, her body glistened with sunscreen and a light sheen of sweat. Her pussy was on full display, plump outer lips framing inner petals that were already parting, slick with arousal. Her clit peeked out, engorged and throbbing, a deep pink pearl nestled at the top.
Janet’s hand drifted lower, fingers tracing the seam of her cunt teasingly. She spread her legs wider, exposing everything to the sun and to him. Dipping a finger into her wetness, she gasped as it slid easily along her folds.
“Mmm,” she murmured aloud.
Janet circled her clit slowly at first, building the pressure. Her other hand kneaded her breast, pinching the nipple hard enough to make her hips buck. Juices coated her fingers now, dripping down to her asshole. She plunged two fingers inside herself, curling them to hit that spongy spot deep within. Her pussy clenched greedily, walls hot and velvety, sucking them in. She pumped steadily, the wet sounds audible in the quiet yard—schlick, schlick—as her arousal leaked onto the chaise cushion.
Across the way, Jake had given up hiding. His curtain was pulled back slightly, and Janet could see his arm moving rhythmically. His shorts were down; his cock was in hand—a thick, veiny shaft, young and rock-hard, the head purple and glistening with precum. He stroked furiously, eyes locked on her.
Janet added a third finger, stretching her tight hole, fucking herself deeper. Her thumb mashed her clit in frantic circles. Her tits jiggled with each thrust, nipples aching from her rough pinches. She imagined his cock, how it would feel slamming into her, filling her completely—but no, this was better. Forbidden. Safe.
Sweat beaded on her skin, trickling between her breasts and down her belly to mix with her pussy juices. She arched her back and lifted her ass as she finger-fucked harder, palm slapping against her mound. Her breaths came in pants, moans growing louder. “Oh fuck, yes,” she whispered, spreading her lips wide with her free hand to show him her gaping entrance, pink and dripping.
Jake’s strokes quickened; she saw his balls tighten, his face contorted in pleasure. He was close.
Janet ramped up, rubbing her clit viciously while plunging four fingers now—stretching herself obscenely, her cunt squelching lewdly. Waves built in her core, thighs trembling. She twisted a nipple brutally, pain mixing with ecstasy.
The orgasm crashed over her like a tidal wave. Her pussy spasmed, gushing clear fluid that squirted in arcs onto the ground.
“Ahhh! Fuck!” She cried out, body convulsing, tits heaving as she rode the peaks.
In the window, Jake erupted, thick ropes of cum shooting from his cock, splattering the glass as he groaned silently, hips jerking.
Janet collapsed back, chest rising and falling, pussy still twitching with aftershocks. She lay there a moment, basking in the glow, fingers idly stroking her sensitive folds.
Then, she turned her head toward the window. Their eyes met across the distance. A slow, naughty smile spread across her lips—wicked, knowing, promising more.
Jake froze, cock still in hand, a flush creeping up his neck.
Janet winked, blew him a kiss, and gathered her discarded bikini without covering up. She stood, hips swaying as she walked toward the house, giving him one last view of her naked ass.
