I had greatly enjoyed eyeballing Jenny, the lady who lived in the house behind
us, every time I saw her. I found her very attractive, in kind of a simple,
wholesome way. She was probably about 30 to 35 years old, 5 foot six, more or
less, very slender, medium length, curly black hair, narrow, but well defined,
hips, very small waist, and superb little tits. I'd often wondered if she looked
as marvelous with her clothes off as I suspected. One Tuesday afternoon, while
the wife was off to her girl scout meeting, I was out in the back yard planning
yet another gardening project when I happened to look up at the second story of
Jenny's house, and what I saw was quite a surprise. Jenny was standing in one of
the windows, her back toward the outside, and she was (as far as I could tell,
since I could only see her from the waist up), wearing nothing at all. I found
myself staring at that window, wondering if she might turn around. I thought
about moving into a position with a better view, but was afraid I'd miss
something. Besides, with so many trees in both our yards, I might not be able to
find a better location. So there I stood, watching, waiting, wondering why she
was just standing there. Her arms appeared to be crossed in front of her, and
she wasn't moving, didn't appear to be talking to anyone, she just stood there,
her pale skin bright against the darkness inside the room. Finally she began to
turn, ever so slowly, toward the window. I could feel my heart pounding in
anticipation. Was I really going to see those small, fine breasts that I had
imagined? As she reached the point where I began to see more than just the back
of her I realized that here arms were indeed folded in front, covering her
chest, so I couldn't see her tits. I looked up at her face, and saw that she was
looking right at me, with an undecipherable look. We were obviously close enough
together that I knew she could see that I was looking at her. I didn't know what
to do for sure. I knew the "right" thing would be to turn away and depart the
area. But for some reason, I just couldn't. I had to wait and see what, if
anything, she was going to do next. Still, I was concerned that her husband or
my wife might show up, see me watching her, and do something I'd regret. Then I
remembered that it was still early in the afternoon because I had left work
early so that the wife could go to her meeting. Nevertheless, her husband could
get home early too, and my wife's meeting could have been cancelled. But I just
couldn't pass up this possibility to see more of her naked body. After what
seemed like forever with us just looking at each other, she smiled, turned, and
walked away. I stood there for a long time, hoping she'd return for the rest of
the "show", but finally decided to give it up as another foolish hope for a
cheap thrill. I thought about that "afternoon delight" a lot in the ensuing
days, and looked for her whenever I was out in the yard, or driving by her
house. I saw her a few times as I drove by the front of her house, and we both
smiled at each other as we passed, but we never spoke, and I was too timid to
take any sort of action to make direct contact with her about the window
episode. Then, on another Tuesday afternoon, when I was finishing my exercise
routine and getting ready to take a shower, I saw Jenny in her back yard,
looking toward the sliding glass doors that lead to the deck outside our bedroom
window. "I wonder if she would like a return of the favor?", I thought. "What
the heck, let's give it a try!" So I took off my sweats, leaving only my jock
strap on, and proceeded to the right side of the sliders. I pulled back the
sheer curtain liners, so that she could see in more clearly. I peeked around the
edge of the door to see if she was still alone and watching. She was. Then I
slowly walked into the center of the doors, with my back to the outside, just as
Jenny had done. I stood there like that for a few seconds, then I slowly turned
toward the doors. When I finally reached the point where I could see where Jenny
had been standing, I couldn't see her. "Shit!", I thought. Then I turned all the
way around, and saw her. She had moved closer to the fence that separates our
yards, and was looking right at me, smiling. I smiled back, and started to wave,
but she suddenly turned and walked toward her house. "Dammit!", I thought, "What
the fuck is going on here?" Then I saw Tim, her husband, coming out into the
yard. Just as I had feared, he too had come home early. I jumped back and closed
the curtain sheers, thinking he was going to see me. He was not looking for
anything like that, fortunately. He just proceeded out to their storage shed at
the back of their yard. "Whew!" I could finally breathe again. As I took my
shower, I couldn't help but wonder what would have happened if Tim had not shown
up. Worse yet, what if he had shown up without Jenny realizing it and he'd seen
what was happening? "I better forget this whole nonsense, before I get in big
trouble.", I thought. Try as I might, I couldn't get the idea out of my head
that I had to find out just how far Jenny might want this "lookey-loo" stuff to
go. I had just gotten myself into pretty good shape for a guy in his forties,
and would enjoy showing off to her again, and I thought maybe she needed to have
someone other than Tim appreciate her loveliness as well. It was even possible
that she was attracted to me enough to want to go beyond a visual relationship.
The very next Tuesday, I saw Jenny at her window again, her bare backside to the
window, the thin tan line once again hinting at joys not yet beheld. I waited
for quite awhile. Then, finally, she began to slowly turn toward the window,
arms crossed, just as before. When our eyes met, she very very slowly began to
move her arms outward, toward her sides. She kept her forearms at just the right
position such that I could not yet see her tits. When she got to the point where
only her hands covered her tits, she stopped. I looked up at her face and nodded
approval, as if to say "go ahead". To my chagrin, she didn't move her hands, but
rather, she shook her head "no". Confused, I put my arms out to the side, tried
to look sad, and mouthed an exaggerated "PLEEEEASE." Again, she shook her head,
but then, in one motion, she removed her hands from her breasts, and turned
quickly away, so fast that I only got a glimpse of her nipples (at least I think
I did, but I had forgotten to put my glasses on, so I wasn't positive).
Disappointed, I stood there a short while to see if she'd return. When she
didn't, I went back inside. I was really excited, so I rushed my exercises, and
when I got in the shower I made certain that my cock got REALLY clean! At this
point, I was fairly certain that Jenny wanted to go farther with the showing
off, but I was unsure about what she might ultimately have in mind, and I had no
idea what she might want me to do next, if anything. I pondered the question
frequently for the next several days. Each day I would go into the yard and
check the window for signs of Jenny. If she wasn't there I'd do my exercises and
check the yard before showering. One day I saw her there, but she was dressed
and cleaning the window. I waved, but she did not respond. I was really getting
confused. What did she want? What should I do? I had no answers. Then came the
next Tuesday, and again, after I had finished my exercises, I saw Jenny in her
yard, watching our sliding doors. At this juncture I felt like I needed to get
things moving ahead, or ended. So I decided to escalate the "show off" war. This
time, I took everything off, opened the sheers, and walked into the doorway. As
before, I kept my back to the outside. I put my arms up to the back of neck,
flexing my muscles as best I could. Slowly I began to turn while lowering my
hands down the front of me, timing it so that I would have my cock covered by
the time I had almost fully turned. I kept my eyes ahead of my body, and I saw
that Jenny was still watching, and as I completed my turn, she looked up at my
eyes, and gave me the same nod or approval as I had given her. Like her, I shook
my head no. Then she gave me the "PLEEEEASE" gesture, just like I had given her.
I decided to give her some of the same thing she had given me, and quickly moved
my hands back up to behind my neck, turned, walked away, and closed the
curtains. I peeked out to watch her reaction, and saw her stay there for about
two or three minutes, then shrug her shoulders and return to the house without
another look. Had I been too brief I wondered, or was she unimpressed with what
she had seen? Maybe the railing on the deck had obscured the view. The following
several days it rained steadily, so I figured there would be no window shows,
and stayed in. The next week was nice, although overcast. Nonetheless, since I
figured it was still "my turn" to view, I proceeded to the back yard to check
what was fast becoming my favorite window. No one there. "Damn", I thought. "I
guess I should have checked last week when it rained. Maybe she thinks I lost
interest. Maybe she decided she was doing something too naughty. Just as I was
about to leave, I saw her move into the window, her bare back facing out exactly
as before. Slowly she turned, moved her arms out to where her hands covered her
tits, and slowly moved her breasts up and down with her hands. I vigorously
nodded my approval, and she smiled back. Then she slowly moved her hands forward
from her until only her fingertips were touching her breasts. I still couldn't
see her nipples though. Then she finally moved her hands up the front of her
chest in a caressing fashion. There they were, the prettiest little tits I have
ever seen. Just the right shape, and perfectly white. Dark areolas, just
slightly larger than the nipples, which were big enough for me to see clearly. I
was captivated by the sight. She stood there for quite awhile, while I stared
like a schoolboy with his first "Playboy" magazine. Then I looked up and smiled
and said "Thank You". She couldn't hear me of course, but I think she
understood. She smiled, caressed her tits and her nipples a little more, turned,
and left. I stayed for a few minutes, just in case. But I that was it for that
day. I got even cleaner in the shower that time. By now it was clear that
Tuesdays were probably the only days that anything might happen, so I decided to
take the whole next week to figure my next move. I had already let her see all
of me, so there was nothing to add, except to make it take longer, and maybe
tease a little. When the day finally came, I saw her in the yard waiting, and
took up my position. But this time I had a long T-shirt on, that came down below
my otherwise uncovered butt. I turned around a full circle, and when I was again
facing away from her, I slowly lifted the shirt up over my head, and held it in
front of me as I turned back to her. Then very slowly, I lowered the tee shirt
down the front of me until my hands were in front of my cock, held that pose for
a few seconds, and then let the shirt fall. I looked at Jenny, and she gave me a
nod and an "OK" sign. I returned the sign, with both hands. This left me fully
exposed to her. She watched me carefully, and I could see that she was smiling,
(I hadn't forgotten my glasses this time). After a few seconds, I turned, walked
out of view, and closed the curtains. I laughed at how much fun I was having,
acting like an adolescent again. At the same time, the adult part of me was
concerned that I might be heading into something I couldn't handle. It was
getting harder and harder to wait for a week to pass, and I was very eager to
get into my viewing position for Jenny's turn to display her wares. I waited by
the fence for what seemed like a very long time, but finally she came into view.
This time, she was dressed in a lacy white robe that you could just barely see
through in the sunlight. She was almost facing the window this time, but turned
to the side and bent over. She seemed to be moving something in from the edge of
the window. When she stood up, she reached up to the collar of the robe and ever
so slowly pulled it open and gently slid it off of her shoulders. As the frilly
edges of the robe contacted her nipples, they hung there for a second, then
jumped off and out of the way. There were those wonderful breasts again for me
to enjoy. I wished I could caress and kiss them, but for now, I was glad just to
be able to see them once more. When Jenny dropped the robe away, I discovered
that she had indeed moved something in alongside her. She stepped back and to
her right a little, and stepped up on whatever it was. Now I could see her
tummy, all the way down to the top of her pussy hair. I made a lifting motion
with my hands, trying to get her to raise up higher. Then she did something that
really got my attention. She raised her left leg up and outward and put her foot
on the window sill. At that moment, I knew that I was just a few inches short of
being able to see her pussy. But there was no place higher and closer for me to
go. Then she began gently caressing her breasts, smiling down at me all the
while. I was enchanted again, locked into position, my eyes glued to her hands,
watching their every move, wishing they were my hands. She began moving her left
hand down her tummy, then out along her leg. Back and forth along her thigh she
moved the tips of her fingers, each time getting a little closer to her pussy.
Then she moved her other hand down, and put both hands between her legs and
moved them up and down while leaning her head back. I was really getting hot
when she looked back down at me, raised both hands, blew me a kiss, waved,
stepped down and disappeared. I was so excited that I actually thought seriously
about going over to her house and seeing what I could get going, but decided
against it. While I wasn't sure of her ultimate intent, I figured that it was
much safer to assume that playing the voyeur/exhibitionist game was all she
really wanted to do. The next Tuesday, I couldn't wait to get home and get the
wife off to her meeting. However, since it was my turn to show off again, I once
again had to figure out what to do this week. I had already shown it all twice,
albeit briefly. I decided to check the scene out before I did my exercises. I
looked out back and there was no one there yet. Fortunately, it was a nice day,
not too cool, so I decided to open the sliding doors and actually go out on the
deck if and when Jenny got into her viewing position. Fortunately, I only had to
wait a few minutes. When she arrived, she had a folding chair, and some sort of
case. It looked a little like a camera case, but it was to big for the simple
cameras, and too small for a 35 mm SLR type camera. "Oh well, what the hell" I
figured. So I took everything off and put my bathrobe on. Then I walked out onto
the deck, facing Jenny. She didn't seem surprised by my coming all the way out
of the house, she just smiled and waved. I waved back and said "Nice day". "So
far", she replied. As I reached for the tie-string on my robe, Jenny reached
into her case, and removed a small set of binoculars! I was surprised and
uncertain, but decided to press on regardless. She put the glasses up to her
eyes, and I untied the robe string, began to pull the robe apart, and turned my
back to her. "Hey!" she said, almost too loudly. I looked back over my shoulder
at her, and slid the robe off my back and let it fall to the deck. She just
watched, not a word, no movement. "Well, here goes", I thought, and I slowly
turned toward her. She then sat forward in her chair, and let out a whistle as I
came into full view. I hadn't realized it until then, but my cock was fully
erect at that point. "Thank goodness for all these trees", I thought. "If any of
the other neighbors should see this, I'd end up in Jail!". To my amazement,
Jenny made a jacking-off motion with her hand. Did she want me to do that? I
looked around to satisfy my fear of being seen by other than her. "Well, I don't
think anyone else can see", I thought. "Let's try a little." I took my cock in
my right hand and began sliding my hand back and forth. Since the rail on the
deck was about the right height, I moved close to it, put my hand on the rail to
steady it, and moved my hips back and forth so that the tip of my cock came in
and out of my hand. Jenny was watching through her binoculars. I steadily
increased the pace until it became too difficult to maintain position. Then I
put my hands up to my face, blew her a double kiss, said "See you next week",
and rushed inside. I think she said something as I left, but I couldn't tell for
sure, so I just proceeded to the shower. Well, I really had to think all this
over. How much farther could it go? Playing with myself on the deck was fun
once, but not something I needed to do again. I wondered if maybe Jenny felt the
same way. I knew that we were going to have to talk about this, or stop where we
were. I really wanted to get closer to her, to see if we could connect and have
some intimate fun. But I had no idea how to make that happen, and I didn't want
to upset her if she had already gone as far as she wanted to. So I continued to
ponder the situation, until the next Tuesday. It was my turn to view, so I
proceeded to the back yard as soon as the wife left for her meeting. I went to
the viewing position, but no Jenny in the window. "Hi there", I heard someone
say, and turned to see Jenny beside the fence. "Well, hello there", I said,
trying not to choke on my surprise. "I didn't see you there". "Or up there
either", she replied. Trying to be cool, I walked over to the fence and said
"I've wanted to talk to you about how very much I've enjoyed these Tuesday
afternoons, but I'm not sure what to say". "I know", she said. "It was fun, but
we can't leave it at that, can we?", she asked. "I hope not" was all I could
say. We just kind of talked about things for awhile, sort of testing the
situation, I guess. I was feeling more like there was a definite chance for some
additional contact, but was too timid to ask. Finally, I managed to say "I sure
would like to see you up close like this more often, I really like looking at
you and talking to you." "Well", she said, "what are we going to do about it?" I
knew this was the do or die moment. If I flubbed that lead-in, it would probably
be over before it really got started. "This is very nice, right like this, but I
would prefer a little more privacy and a lot more time." I offered. "Where?",
she replied, somewhat forcefully. "Well, I have a cabin in the mountains, about
an hour and forty-five minutes from here, could you find an excuse to be gone
for a Saturday or Sunday. I frequently go there to fish, and sometimes the wife
stays here." "That might be difficult, let me think about it" she answered. "In
the mean-time, since today was your turn to see me, I owe you a peek." With
that, she opened the front of her blouse and revealed those lovely tits again.
This close, her breasts were even prettier than from a distance. Firm, white,
reddish areolas, large nipples, smooth, not a blemish anywhere. I thought about
jumping the fence! "Wow, I sure like those!" I blurted. "I hope we can get
together soon, somehow." She re-buttoned her blouse, moved a little closer,
looked me in the eye and said "Count on it!" Then she said "I still expect a
show from you next week!" "Count on it!" I replied. Later that week, the wife
told me that in two weeks she was going to a girl scout campout over a weekend.
She would be leaving Friday afternoon, and returning on Sunday evening. "Well,
isn't this interesting?" I thought. Rather than wait until the next Tuesday, I
decided to take a chance that I might run into Jenny in the yard some other day.
So each afternoon I went out back to "putter" in the yard. On Friday, Jenny was
out doing some gardening alongside the fence, so I worked my way over to where
she was and said "Hi neighbor." "Hello there, good looking." She said,
seductively. "Have you had a chance to think over what we talked about?", I
asked. "No, but I have thought about what you might do next Tuesday." "Oh, what
might that be?" I needed an idea, because I was having no luck figuring out how
to do more or better than the last episode. "I'll bet you can't 'go all the way'
from the deck," she said in a kind of challenging and teasing way. "What?", I
asked, trying to act like I didn't know what she meant. "I mean I want to see
you cum while you're on your deck." "Whoa!!!!", I was surprised that she was so
direct. "I don't know if I can do that." "Well, I hope you'll try, I'd be very
pleased if you did." "Let me think about it. We better go now, before this looks
like more than a casual encounter." "OK," She said, "I'll 'SEE' you later". I
completely forgot to mention the weekend that my wife would be away. When
Tuesday arrived, I was very apprehensive. To jack off to climax out on my deck
seemed very chancy. Still, I really felt that any further relationship with
Jenny might depend on my demonstrating that I was willing to be adventurous. So
I proceeded to get undressed and put on the bathrobe. I looked out back and
Jenny was not there yet. So I sat on the edge of the bed and started playing
with myself, slowly sliding my hand up and down my cock, trying to get excited
enough that I could reach climax quickly when I went out on the deck.
Fortunately there was nothing below the deck other than a flower bed, so I
wouldn't have to worry about a big cleanup job. I was really enjoying myself
when I saw Jenny going out to her viewing position, chair and binoculars in
hand. "Well, here goes nothing." I thought. I got up, closed the robe, opened
the sliders, and walked out onto the deck. I waved to Jenny, she waved back and
put her binoculars to her eyes. I opened the robe, took my cock in hand, and
began jacking off slowly. Jenny was watching quietly. After a few minutes I was
getting too warm for the robe, so I slid it back off my shoulders and let it
fall. Jenny let out a little whistle. I moved closer to the rail, and put my
hand on it. I began plunging my cock in and out of my hand while I watched Jenny
for motivation. She was holding the binoculars with one hand and fondling her
tit with the other. That helped. As I felt myself getting close to cumming I
tried to thrust a littler faster in and out of my hand, but couldn't. So I just
stood still and let my fingers do the working. Jenny took her hand off her tit
and put it between her legs. That was all it took. Up came that wonderful muscle
spasm from deep within. Out shot my wad. I guess I had been pretty fired up, the
first shot went clear out onto the lawn. Jenny was standing now, trying to get a
closer look. "All I need is for someone to show up now!", I thought. It seemed
like the spasms would never stop, shot after shot kept coming. "Thank you.", I
heard Jenny say. As my cock began to wither, she put her glasses away, blew me a
kiss, folded her chair, waved, and walked back to the house. I picked up my robe
and went in to take my shower. The following Saturday, Jenny and I talked again
over the fence. This time I mentioned the weekend I was going to have free. She
told me that just the night before her husband had told her he was going fishing
with his buddies that weekend. "We'll never have a better chance than this!", I
told her. "You're right, but I'm a little unsure about taking this next step."
"Me too." I said, "But I really want to be able to show you just how much I want
you!" She said that she needed to think about it a little more, and would
probably have an answer for me next Tuesday. I left it at that, there was no
need to get pushy. Besides, I'd already had more fun with her than I ever
expected. Finally Tuesday came. I went to the backyard as soon as the wife left.
Jenny came out of the house with a robe on and carrying a small bag and a
folding chair. Since it was my turn to watch her I was a little confused. She
came over to where I was standing and set the stuff down. "Don't go away!", she
said. She returned to the house and came back a second later with one of those
big beach umbrellas. "Going to the beach?" I asked. "Just be patient, and you'll
be glad!" she remarked. I asked if she'd decided about the weekend, and she
repeated "Be patient!" So I just stood there as she set up the umbrella. She
positioned the umbrella so that it was on the other side of her from me, making
kind of a frame behind the chair. Then she sat down in the chair and said "Be
quiet now, and just watch." She opened the front of the robe and revealed that
she had nothing else on. I looked at her wonderful titties for a moment then
observed the rest. She had a very tight tummy, with a hint of muscles showing,
and tight white thighs. Her pussy hair was black and very curly. She was a very
pretty lady. She began caressing herself, running her fingertips all over the
front of her, up and down between her shoulders and her knees, occasionally
passing through that curly hair. I wanted to comment, but she had said be quiet,
so I was. She reached into the bag by her side, and pulled out a hairbrush. She
ran it through the hair at the side of her head a few times and then started
brushing her pussy hair. Very slowly she brushed the hair in an upward
direction, each stroke made the lips move up and down and kind of open up a
little. She kept spreading her legs farther and farther apart as she brushed.
Then she took the brush by the bristles, and began running the handle up and
down the top of her left thigh. With each pass, she moved farther downward onto
her inner thigh, and the top of the stroke came closer and closer to her pussy.
Finally, she ran the tip of the handle between the lips and up her tummy, across
her left breast, up her neck, and across her lips. Then she looked at me coyly
and licked around the end of the handle. I started to speak, but she put a
finger to her lips as if to say SHHHH! Then she sucked on the end of the
hairbrush, licked on it again, and began the return trip. Down her neck, across
her tit, around the nipple, down the tummy, into the curly hair it went. Slower
now, she pushed the tip between the lips. Up and down she went. I looked up at
her face, and her eyes were closed. I looked back down to see her gently push
the handle into her. When the bristles reached the lips she stopped, and pulled
it slowly back out, then in again, up to the bristles, then slowly out again.
Then she put the brush back in the bag, and extracted a bright, shiny new whisk.
"Are we having omelets?" I asked. "SHHHHH, or I'll leave!", she admonished. She
took the whisk by the handle, and ran the wire loops along the top of her leg,
across her tummy and down the top of her other leg. Back up her leg again, and
the up her side and onto her breast until the nipple was between two of the
loops. She pushed the whisk so that the nipple was caught between the wires and
lifted the whisk away from her until the nipple snapped free. She did the same
on her other tit, but this time she had really caught the nipple tightly between
the loops, and when it finally popped free, the whisk made a ringing sound like
several tuning forks. Then she put the loop end between her tits, and slowly,
slowly slid it down her tummy, into her pussy hair. She ran it up and down the
lips of her cunt several times, each time pressing a littler harder into her,
making the lips separate, revealing a little more pink. After a few more
strokes, she put the end of the handle closest to the loops into the fingers of
her right hand, and the other end into her left. With her left hand, she rotated
the whisk left and right, with the widest part of the loops across the lips of
her pussy. As she pressed the gyrating loops harder against her she rotated even
faster, so that I could hear the wire loops hitting each other. She was really
getting into it, judging from the sweat on her tummy and her heavy breathing. I
was fairly certain that the loops were hitting against her clit, and I must have
been right, because she suddenly let out a loud "OHHHHHHH, YESSSSSSS", and
quivered heavily several times, then stopped the rotation and gave a big "oooooooooooo".
When she opened her eyes and looked at me, she seemed a little surprised, like
maybe she had gotten so into her activities that she had forgotten for a moment
that I was there. "Thank you for sharing that with me!", I said. "You are very
welcome, Sir." she teased. "What about the weekend?", I asked. "I think I'll be
able to go with you." "Grrrrrrrrrreat!", I shouted. "SHHHHHH", she reminded. We
decided to meet by the fence on Thursday or Friday afternoon to finalize plans.
Then we both went in to our houses. Will these two ever get to touch each other?
Will they suck? Will they fuck? Will they play with kitchen utensils? Will they
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