It was the summer of -- when Alexandra moved into the house next door. A hot, humid, east coast summer.
I noticed her immediately.
Shoulder-length dark hair, brown eyes, white teeth and nice smile, about 5' 6". Not slim, but a curvy figure, often displayed to good effect by her choice of clothes. Alexandra looked to be in her thirties, a few years younger than me. And she was French, as I discovered when I met her shortly after she arrived. Being from the UK myself, I'd always had a thing for French women. It was something about the way they looked, the way they dressed, and their overt sexuality.
She had some sort of visiting fellowship at a local university and was often home in the afternoon.
It was only a couple of weeks after Alexandra moved in that a sun lounger appeared in her backyard. To see her sunbathe in her garden was temptation itself. She would wear a skimpy bikini, her breasts barely contained in the little triangles – red, orange, or blue, depending on the day. I had no idea what her bra size was but either it was substantial or her bikini was too small; the outcome was tanned flesh spilling out on all sides. I find women in lingerie, or bikinis, often more arousing than naked skin...something to do with the sense of mystery, of secrets to be revealed. And Alexandra was no exception. She was seriously distracting to any man who wasn't dead.
The first time I saw her sunbathing I was upstairs in the spare bedroom. I used it for my business, which I ran out of my house. I glanced out the window to see her lying full length on her back on the lounger. Her yard was fenced in so I suppose she thought it was private.
I knew I really shouldn't look at her – or any woman – with, as they say, lust in my heart. But I just couldn't help myself. That first afternoon I spent at least half an hour gazing down at her, my cock straining against my underwear. Looking at her gorgeous body, I fantasized that my cock was in her mouth, or between her buttocks, or inside her pussy. Somehow I managed to control myself until later that evening, when I had to messily relieve the tension, my eyes closed as in my mind I removed the bikini at her invitation, her breasts swinging free....
I hadn't had a girlfriend for a while but it hadn't mattered...until now.
For the next week or so, whenever it was sunny I'd go up to the second floor to see if she was in the back yard. I became more careless, or desperate, and I found myself unzipping my pants and stroking my cock to full erection while watching her. I was thus occupied one afternoon, imagining yet again the feel of her mouth and her tight pussy – they're always tight in fantasies - when she sat up and happened to glance up towards me. I pulled back quickly out of sight, but I was sure I'd been visible. I just hoped she hadn't seen what I was doing. After a few minutes I looked again but the backyard was empty.
I didn't look out the window for the next few days, and every knock at the door caused my heart to race and my stomach to churn as I imagined an irate Alexandra, berating me in French....perhaps with the police in tow, here to arrest a Peeping Tom.
***
Then, on a hot Wednesday, from my kitchen I saw her walk into her backyard again. I tried to stay away from the window, but I'd not seen her for a few days and the hormones were raging. Soon I was peering round the frame of the upstairs window, my cock already rigid.
Alexandra was out there sunbathing on her stomach. She was wearing the red bikini....
maybe she hadn't seen me the other day?...or she wouldn't be there surely?
I was determined to keep well hidden this time.
With no warning she reached behind her back and released the clasp, Turning over, she sat up and took off her bikini top.
I was stunned and stood motionless, any attempt at concealment gone. Her lovely breasts hung free as she adjusted the lounger, putting the back up and changing the orientation so it was facing me.
And then, slowly, deliberately, she shocked me by lifting her sunglasses up onto her head. And, looking directly at the window I was watching from, she smiled. And waved.
She knew I was there all right and she was displaying herself for me.
I kept watching.
Alexandra made herself comfortable on the lounger, her legs out in front. She teased me with her suntan lotion, rubbing it all over her skin. She started with her legs and worked up, finishing with considerable attention to her naked breasts. By the time she had finished, I could have drilled through diamond, all the way to China.
When she finished with the suntan lotion Alexandra lifted her knees up and let her thighs fall open to where I could clearly see the bulge of her mound against the material of her bikini. Then, in an unbelievably erotic and calculated gesture, she put one hand down there and began to stroke the inside of her thighs, getting closer and closer to the apex. Slowly, so slowly, looking up at my window, she reached down with her other hand and pulled the bikini aside. When she put several fingers inside her slit and started to move them in and out I lost it, all over my hand. Collapsing to the floor, I couldn't believe that she had done that in front of me...and I couldn't believe I was so turned on by her display. I wasn't a teenager; I was an adult, in control of both my emotions and my dick. Supposedly in control that is.
***
It was several days later that I looked out the window again. It was another fine sunny day. After the last time, I had no idea what to expect.
She wasn't there. So I kept looking out every few minutes. It was late afternoon before she made an appearance.
She wasn't in a bikini this time, but in a short black cocktail dress and she had company. A man. I could tell from the body language they were more than friends.... they seemed to be arguing. She was shaking her head, in response to something he was saying...and then, almost to end the conversation it seemed, Alexandra leaned forward and unzipped his pants. Reaching in she fished out his cock, which immediately started to respond. "Oh my God,"' I thought as Alexandra took his cock into her mouth. He arched his back, and I could almost feel her tongue flicking around the underside of his cock...I felt like I was just a stroke or two away from coming right there and then. So, carefully, I put my hand inside my pants and started to stroke my own swelling cock....
Occasionally, taking her mouth off his cock, she would lift her head up and glance up at my window. My heart raced as I realized she was putting on this show for me; why else would she be doing this outside in her backyard? As I watched in total amazement, Alexandra pushed her head down, taking the man's penis all the way down her throat until her lips were almost in his pubic hair. He wasn't that big so it wasn't as impressive as you see in those educational videos.
And then she started to move up and down, and as his erect penis slipped from her mouth, she used her hand to jerk the shaft rapidly. Then she looked up, smiling at him, before covering the head with her lips again.
I could tell that he was getting close.
As was I.
Alexandra, clearly no stranger to this activity, also knew... she smiled at the expression of pleasure on his face as her hand continued to move up and down his shaft. Then she opened her mouth wide, holding the man's cock close but not inside. And then he tensed, cried out, and as she stroked him he spurted into her mouth...she barely had time to swallow before another pulse filled her mouth. She swallowed again.... finally, as the force of the man's climax lessened, Alexandra took the head of his cock into her mouth and sucked again. The man shuddered with delight.
Lifting her head, she looked up at my window again and opened her mouth, to let some of his ejaculate trickle out ....with that I erupted, inside my underwear, warm sticky fluid filling my briefs.... as I came I kept stroking myself, wanting the pleasure never to end, imagining it was her hand and her mouth. And all through my orgasm I looked down at her.
Such a dirty girl.
***
It was several days later that I was in my backyard, sun bathing myself this time. After that last incident I'd felt so ashamed at my voyeuristic enjoyment I'd refrained from looking again.
As a European, I have never embraced the US fashion for board shorts and have a preference for the Speedo style. Part vanity, part exhibitionism, and today I had on something more suited for posing in a body building competition than wearing on a family beach. But then I wasn't expecting company.
"Allo? Allo? May I come in?" I heard in French - accented English. Before I could reply, the gate in the fence separating our yards opened and Alexandra came through. She was wearing a floral sundress that was moulded to her body. On her feet she had open-toed sandals. And red toenails. All told Alexandra was on display.
"Monsieur...Paul...excuse-moi....may I sit down?" Without waiting for a reply, she sat down on the lounger next to mine, facing me. With no hesitation she lifted her legs and stretched them out in front of me.
I gazed at her red nails. As if in response, she raised her knees. To keep myself from staring, I turned my head to look at her and felt my heart beat faster. When her legs went up, Alexandra's s dress slid up to reveal a hint of black, which had to be her panties. I knew I should look at her face, or look away, turn my head, anything, but I was mesmerized by that glimpse of black. In addition to my accelerated heart rate I felt my cock beginning to grow and I wished I was wearing shorts as my swimsuit began to feel a little small. Alexandra thankfully lowered her legs, stretched them out and turned on her side to face me. Now, instead of the temptation of her underwear, I was presented with the expanse of her suntanned breasts straining against the sundress.
Leaning forward she reached a hand and touched my forearm. Her red finger nails caught my attention; they matched her toe nails and her lipstick. Looking at her I could see down her dress. There was no bra – I suppose it was built in - and where the material fell away from her breasts, I could see her nipples and smell her perfume.
I was going to be arrested for indecent exposure for sure.
Even though it was my back yard....
"Paul," she said in that lovely French accent, "I've seen you looking at me when I've been in the back yard. Do you think I'm pretty?"
I was speechless. After a near-eternity I stammered, "Yes...you're ...you're more than pretty...I've been thinking about you for weeks now."
