This story is fiction. Please be advised that this fictional story involves exhibitionism, voyeurism, forced-sex play, and rough sexual contact between consenting adults.
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I am one of those lucky bastards who is fortunate enough to work from home. I am a freelance writer, mainly of technical articles. I never know when a new assignment will come in, especially since I do a fair amount of work for overseas companies. So, I work from home, where I have an office with all the necessities - computer, laser printer, copier, fax machine, etc. There are many great advantages to being able to work in my own office in my own house, but I am especially lucky because of the view I have had from my office window for nearly the last five years.
My office is on the second story of my house, and the window in my office overlooks the backyard of the house next door. Most of that view is a wall of greenery - a privacy hedge that blocks much of the yard next door even from my second story vantage point. However, by fortunate chance, a break in the foliage of the privacy hedge is perfectly placed for a person at my office window to see an area of the patio of the house next door that is perfect for sunbathing, as well as the steps leading down into the built-in pool and the first three yards or so of the pool itself.
However, for the first four years I lived in my house, it was not clear to me how lucky I was that my office window was perfectly positioned for observing sunbathers in the neighboring yard. The homeowner at that time, Mrs. Randle, was a sweet, friendly widow in her 70s. She was a great neighbor, but not much of a viewing interest.
When her sister lost her husband in 2009, Mrs. Randle concluded it made sense for the two of them to live together. Her sister lived in Florida, and Mrs. Randle further decided it was best for them to live there. Mrs. Randle's house was purchase by a family of three - the Harrisons.
Jack and Sasha Harrison were both in their mid-thirties (he was thirty-six and she was thirty-four) and were both blonde, fit and attractive. They had met and married in college. He was an attorney and she was a part-time librarian. They had one child, Leena, who was in her early teens. They were a nice family, albeit not as quiet as Mrs. Chandler had been.
The Harrisons moved in in October, so I did not notice the change in viewing opportunities from my office window until late May of the 2010. That day, I had been working all morning and most of the afternoon in my office, but I was having trouble finishing the article on which I was working. I went to look out the window, just to clear my mind, not really intending to pay any attention to the scenery. However, the scenery turned out to be far more interesting than I had expected.
Instead of just a view of the patio and pool, I could see Sasha Harrison, wearing almost nothing, sunning herself on a lounge chair in her backyard. Tiny pieces of neon pink cloth covered very small areas of her breasts and crotch, and the thong back of her bikini bottoms covered none of her ass.
Sasha may have been thirty-four (nearly ten years younger than I was), but she had the body of a woman in her mid-twenties. At only five feet four inches tall, the petite blonde was not tall enough to have long legs, but they were toned and shapely (and nicely tanned). Her breasts were also quite shapely. While not very large, they were proportionate to her frame. However, as nice as her boobs and legs were, what really shined was her incredible ass. Like her breasts, her ass was of proportionate size to her height and body type. What made it special was that it was perfectly rounded and very firm (the product of hours on a stair climber, I later learned) - it was the perfect complement to her nicely curved hips. Sasha was reclined at about a 45 degree angle in the lounge chair when I first saw her that May afternoon. She was clearly relishing the sun on her nearly naked flesh. A few minutes after I started watching her, she stood up and reclined the back of the lounge all the way down. She then sprayed something on her back, the back of her legs, and her exquisite ass. I assumed she was using some kind of spray on sunscreen, a supposition that was supported when she began to rub it into her skin.
I was mesmerized watching her rub the lotion on her skin, especially the back of her legs and her ass. When she was evidently satisfied with the lotion, Sasha lay down on the lounge chair on her stomach. After she had positioned herself to her satisfaction, she untied her bikini top, letting the strings fall to the side.
I stared at her ass for some time, imagining what it would be like to fuck her from behind. While I watched, the blonde must have decided she needed more sunscreen on her exposed derriere, because she sprayed some lotion into her hand and started rubbing it on her perfect butt.
She rubbed in the lotion slowly, making sure to massage her own ass cheeks as she did so. I had been somewhat aroused just watching my hot blonde neighbor sunbathing and rubbing in the sunscreen the first time, but I became even more aroused watching her sensually rub more lotion on her own butt, of which she was clearly fond.
Then, to my surprise, Sasha squeezed her own ass cheeks several times. When she had finished and had moved her hands away, a slightly red cast lingered on the smooth skin of her rear. I had a sudden vision of her firm, shapely ass burning red after a spanking, and my arousal turned to a full hard-on.
I closed my eyes while I pulled down my pants and underwear and started slowly stroking my now hard cock. I was letting my mind linger on the vision of her hands tightly squeezing her own ass. I wanted to burn it into my memory.
Faintly, I heard the sound of a phone ringing. I opened my eyes and saw Sasha propped up on her elbows, talking on a wireless phone. With the now hot blonde up on her elbows, from my vantage point, which was nearly perpendicular to the placement of her lounge chair, I had a nice view of the side of her left breast as it hung, pendulous; I also could make out more than just a hint of her areola and nipple.
After just a few moments, Sasha put the phone down on the patio and lowered herself back down onto her stomach. As she did so, she turned her head toward the wall between our houses.
I was not sure whether she was able to see me at my upstairs window from such a low angle, but just in case, I stepped back. My concern that she may have noticed me watching her began to overcome my arousal and my cock softened. I continued watching her from a safe distance away from the window, but I did not become aroused again.
Later that night, I masturbated to the thought of Sasha and her incredible body, especially her own hands squeezing her perfect ass.
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Nearly three weeks had passed and I had not seen Sasha lying out in her tiny neon pink bikini again. Both she and her daughter had been out in the back doing various things over that time, and Sasha had even been sunbathing a few times wearing bikinis, but they were not nearly as revealing as her neon pink one. The only really interesting thing I had seen during those three weeks was Jack Harrison briefly sneaking his fingers under his wife's bikini bottom as he rubbed lotion on her back and legs. From the way his fingers lingered, I did not think I was alone in appreciating her ass. However, although I found it somewhat arousing to watch him fondle his hot blonde wife's backside and to think of myself in his place, this paled in comparison to watching Sasha fondle her own ass. What I did not know was that I would soon see even more amazing sights.
It was late on a Tuesday morning, and I had just finished up a freelance article that had come in early that morning on a short deadline. I was pondering taking a nap, as I had been up early working, but I decided to look out the window before going to lie down. At first, my mind did not really comprehend what my eyes were seeing.
Sasha was lying back on a lounge chair, which was again reclined about 45 degrees. The chair normally faced the pool, but now it was turned so it was facing the wall between our houses. The petite blonde was wearing only a pair of sunglasses, and she was slowly, thoroughly rubbing sunscreen on her naked breasts.
My cock hardened almost instantly, once I had really accepted what I was seeing. I thought about going and grabbing a seldom used telescope from the shelf in the garage where it collected dust, but I did not want to miss anything. Instead, I grabbed a small pair of binoculars I had started keeping in my office desk a few weeks before, after I had seen Sasha sunbathing the first time.
I stood a couple of feet back from the window, to make sure the binoculars did not catch any sun, and focused in on the sunbathing woman. She still had her hands on her boobs, but she was no longer rubbing in lotion. She was squeezing them tightly, like she had done to her ass last time, as well as twisting them a bit. I groaned out loud as I pulled down my pants and underwear and wrapped my hand around my throbbing cock. I leaned in closer to the window, wanting a better look, wanting to be even a little closer.
Sasha quit squeezing her tits and concentrated on torturing her own nipples. She pinched and stretched and twisted them, compulsively licking her lips as she did so. I was stroking my cock faster and faster, and I realized I was licking my own lips as I watched her. My breathing grew heavier, and I figured I was getting close.
Suddenly, she spread her legs wide, revealing a completely shaved pussy. She dropped her right hand down to her pussy and pushed two fingers inside. Her left hand was alternately squeezing each of her tits roughly as she moved two fingers of her right hand in and out of her pussy. I stroked my cock even faster.
Then, just as I was on the edge, she pulled her fingers from her pussy, brought them up to her nose, sniffed them, and then sucked them deeply into her mouth, her lips forming a perfect ring around them as her cheeks hollowed out. I came, quicker and stronger than I had anticipated. I did not have time to snatch any tissue from my desk, not that it would have likely mattered because my cum arched high and splattered the window itself. As my breathing returned to normal and I was able to focus again, I saw that Sasha was now rubbing her clit and appeared to be moaning. I focused my binoculars on her hand as she brought herself to the edge of climax.
Her fingers suddenly stopped rubbing her clit. I brought the binoculars up a little bit and saw that my sexy blonde neighbor was looking toward the backdoor of her house. Her fingers, though motionless now, lingered on her clitoris. She stared through her dark sunglasses at her house for a few moments. Then, whatever or whoever had distracted her must have gone because she turned her face back toward the wall between our houses. A small smile played across her full lips as she started to rub her clit again.
I thought I might have time to jack off again, since I figured that the interruption would likely have cooled Sasha off enough that she would have to work herself back up to climax. I was wrong - within a few more seconds, Sasha appeared to be moaning again. Then, her left hand tightened on her right tit, her right hand pushed hard against her clit, and she bucked her hips a couple of times. Her whole body shuddered and her lips trembled. I assumed she was gasping and/or moaning, and I thought to myself, "I will have to open the window next time, or maybe get a listening device..."
