This story is very loosely based on a true incident. I heard my neighbours having loud passionate sex late morning on a Sunday in May while I was gardening. It was a hot day... and their windows were open. My main concern at the time was making sure my two pre-teen nieces visiting us along with their parents were in our house playing video games and not outside listening to these "strange noises". I didn't want to have to explain.
The details about my neighbors and the rest of the story are fictional.
Apologies and respect to the 1960s spy comedy TV series 'Get Smart' for my story title (used here in an entirely different context).
Cone 1
I was untangling the line on my weed trimmer on a hot, steamy Sunday in late May. It was late morning. Now that the loud buzz and whine of my trimmer were silenced, I became aware of very loud cries of pain after each of a series of smacks coming from a neighbor's open window. They had their windows and curtains open, likely because it was still a bit too early to turn on the air conditioning.
After several of the loud smacks occurred in a regular rhythm, I relaxed. The new neighbors were not fighting... no spousal abuse! I breathed a sigh of relief... no need to intervene...They were playing. My wife and I do a bit of impact play and bondage ourselves.
I heard her cry out "mercy". The smacks stopped. I heard a muffled conversation and then loud cries of "oh, oh, oh, oh, fuck, yeah, oh, oh, fuck" - with each single-syllable cry moaned out about 40-50 times. Each syllable was spaced at an interval consistent with the pace of rapid, hard fucking.
The area of my garden where I was fighting with my weed trimmer is at the corner where four properties in our subdivision meet. There is a thick, high hedge separating the four properties, forming a cross. There is a gap in the hedge where the four properties meet. The shrub that had been there had died. The new seedling planted last summer was two feet high. There was a three-foot-wide gap in the hedge that was almost filled in with spring foliage at the corner.
I had a clear view of my diagonal neighbors' backyard and bedroom window.
The noises of the intense fucking stopped for 15 -10 seconds, then resumed. I looked over at their open bedroom window. They must have changed positions. I saw only my female neighbor's long blond hair, tied up in a ponytail high on her head, as it appeared and disappeared from view while she was bobbing furiously up and down. Clearly, she was on top and riding him now-- riding furiously-and still gasping out "oh" with each downward stroke on her husband. This continued for about 20 strokes. Then her flouncing, bobbing ponytail disappeared from view but I could still hear her cry out "oh" or "fuck" with each stroke. I imagined she was now lower, parallel to his chest, and riding him even harder--like a jockey low in the saddle diving hard to the finish line. The pace of the "oh" and "fuck" cries and the furious pounding beat picked up speed.
Then loud yells of passion... followed by silence.
The show was over. I went back to my work. About two minutes after I had heard their orgasms, I prepared to take the trimmer to my garage and come back with some of the new hydrangeas that I was going to plant. I happened to take one last expectant look at my diagonal neighbors' window. She was now standing at the window... looking straight out at me. We made eye contact for six...seven seconds. Then she looked down, with an embarrassed smile on her face. She turned and rose on tiptoes to kiss her husband long and passionately. He remained hidden in the shadows in their bedroom beyond the sunlight from the high near-noon sun. She made a stroking motion like she was rubbing his chest... then she turned and looked out the window at me again, her smile a confused mix of half-embarrassed, half-bragging.
I was embarrassed, too, and feeling foolish. Now the neighbors likely think I'm a 'Peeping Tom'. But I didn't go out of my way to spy on them. They were quite open- and not taking much precaution against being seen or heard.
I mentally prepared my defense, in case I got an angry complaint from my neighbors.
***
Ten minutes later, I was in my house checking in with my wife, and saying 'good-bye' to my in-laws and nieces. I also had two tall glasses of water. I was hot and dry--and not just from the hot weather and gardening.
I headed back to the corner of the property to plant the hydrangeas in our new, raised flower bed. I started digging holes to accept the transplants. I heard the roar of the diagonal neighbors' expensive sports car as it fired up and then raced down from their cul-de-sac. I figured they had headed out for more fun on this three-day-long holiday weekend.
I got down on my knees to start planting the root balls of my new hydrangeas. I heard a low slam of the neighbors' back door. I looked and saw
her...
walking through their closed-in patio. Then she slid the patio door and held it open for a large German shepherd to walk down the four steps to their pool deck. The woman followed, with a large metal bowl in her right hand and a cloth bag in her left...and holy shit!...she's wearing a lime-green latex one-piece bathing suit--a maillot. No doubt in my mind that it was latex. It was even more skin-tight than a fabric swimsuit and partly translucent. I could clearly see the areolas and nipples of her full, firm tits. Her nipples stuck out like the rounded ends of a used pencil eraser. And speaking of pencils, her latex suit was pulling so hard into her that the camel-toe of her pussy would have gripped and held a pencil--had one been slid along that deep groove. She was also shaved down there... I saw no hint of a hair triangle through the taut latex. The tight latex even pulled into her navel, the suction causing a small circular depression on her otherwise flat tummy.
She was wearing large sunglasses. She put the metal bowl down carefully. It sloshed a bit. The German shepherd took several loud slurps. She told the dog to lie down. It did and after a few adoring glances at her and a few pants, the dog lowered its head and started to doze almost immediately. She lowered the cloth bag onto the low table next to the chaise longue facing their swimming pool. She looked right at me and smiled, then raised the sunglasses to place them on top of her head. She continued smiling, with a confident "I caught you looking" aspect. She lowered herself into the chaise longue somewhat gingerly as if she was in pain, but never breaking eye contact with me. It was eerie. She wasn't staring, and her smile dispelled any sense of malice. She was enjoying this.
I was unable to look away. She had me entranced.
She reached into the cloth bag and pulled out a small bottle. She unscrewed the cap and poured a clear, viscous liquid onto her tits. It wasn't sunscreen. It was silicone lube! I recognized the black bottle as the same brand of lube my wife and I use.
She started spreading the silicone carefully and seductively over the front of her latex swimsuit while smiling wickedly and flashing bedroom eyes. She pulled and twisted her nipples, getting them more engorged and erect. The swimsuit was gleaming brightly in the noonday sun. She was blindingly beautiful and, well blinding from the sun and the reflections from the pool...and by her glistening, slick swimsuit.
She polished lower and lower down her front as she squirmed on the chaise longue. By the time she reached her pussy she had reloaded with a squirt of lube and was massaging her camel-toe quite thoroughly--and increasing the pressure and speed of her rubbing.
She closed her eyes and faced upward whenever an extra-pleasing stroke on her clit finally took over her brain. She fingered herself furiously now through the latex swimsuit, with occasional flashes of her slick fingers slipping under the leg holes at the crotch of the suit to make direct contact with her clit. Each time she did this her shoulders rounded and hunched forward from the suddenly more intense friction.
Suddenly, she stopped masturbating and returned to giving me her piercing seductive gaze. She started slipping the straps of the latex maillot over her shoulders and down her arms, peeling the sticky latex from her skin. I could hear its loud, wet crackling and riffling as she peeled it over her sweat-covered tits and down her torso. Her striptease was artistic--well-paced and no fumbling at any point. After she peeled her suit past her toes, she had one shoulder strap looped over her thumb. She pulled her thumb to her mouth and bit the thumb tip lightly and seductively before letting the dangling latex garment drop to the pool deck.
Completely naked now, she wriggled slightly, setting her tits swaying back and forth before she rose from the chaise longue. She looked at me longingly, before she turned and sashayed to the house. Her ass wriggled. And I saw the reason for the loud smacks I had heard just before the neighbors' intense, loud fucking. Her ass was bright scarlet, with darker purple stripes from a crop or cane crisscrossing her delectable ass. She had received a terrific spanking followed by a cropping.
She motioned for the dog to stay put, then continued walking up the back stairs and into the house.
My cock had been at full attention since first seeing her enter the pool area. Bent over on my knees for gardening, my erect cock had been pushed into a tented fold of my jeans. No way I could stand without rearranging myself.
Just as I finished rearranging my erection, she reappeared, still naked and dazzling, and now holding an ice cream cone treat--one of those store-bought cones covered in paper, and with a flat top drizzled with chocolate and peanut chunks.
