He had not noticed that there was a sliver of sunlight each late afternoon in his patio. There was a tall stone wall around it and had assumed no one could see him. He loved masturbating on the recliner out there in late afternoons and did so at least twice a week.
He was twenty-two years old and had just started his first job, he was a teacher. His home was ample for him and his job was just five miles away although not in his schools attendance zone.
An older teacher had advised him to seek a home away from kids likely to come to his home trick or treating. She had suggested her complex, he was now her neighbor.
She was in her early thirties, married and divorced in less than a year before she was twenty.
She dated at times but most of those dates had been with women.
It had been several years since she had fucked a man.
She was not unfriendly however she was very reserved. She thought of her neighbor as a fine kid and liked him.
He was even more reserved than she was.
It started innocently enough. She was watering her potted plants when she heard him grunt. She was worried he had hurt himself and looked through the small sliver of a crack on the wall between their patios.
She knew it was there because her previous neighbors had been a young couple and they had chiseled it out so she could watch them fuck.
She had done that often.
What she saw that afternoon was the young man ejaculating. She was fascinated by the amount of cum being ejected by his cock. When he was done he did not glance in her direction.
She smiled as she realized he did not know he could be seen.
Her previous neighbors always looked at the wall and at times walked up to it to see if she was playing with herself but she had already had her orgasm by then so they never saw anything other than a naked woman.
She did seduce the wife and the women secretly fucked at times for the two years they were neighbors.
That day she tried to dismiss the picture in her head of her new neighbor's erupting volcano but ended up masturbating to that mental image twice.
She resumed her habit of looking to the other patio when she was out in her own and was treated to the masturbation show often.
It did not take him long to ejaculate so she ended up doing what the previous neighbors had hope she would do and masturbated on her own lounger.
He remained oblivious he had an audience until one afternoon that sliver of sunlight hit his eyes as he began to masturbate. He was about to move the recliner when the light disappeared so he stayed and masturbated. Soon after he was done the light returned and he thought a passing cloud had been his benefactor. He did not check the wall.
Two days later it happened again and after the sliver of light returned it occurred to him that a cloud being in the same place at the same time and at the same angle was very unlikely. He checked the wall and found the crack. He looked through and saw her masturbating on her recliner.
His cock recovered quickly and he resumed masturbating.
As her orgasm hit she thought she heard a grunt. She managed to keep from looking towards the wall even though her body shuddered at the prospect he had watched her.
Five minutes later she had calmed and smiled, he though she was sexy enough to masturbate a second time for her. She liked that.
She masturbated again.
That episode became the norm for both but now she would give him time to recover and delayed her masturbation by caressing her tits first. She could hear him sigh.
They extended the game into most of Saturdays and each remained naked on their own patio those days.
On some Saturday mornings she would notice that the sliver of light was in her patio and she waited until it was suddenly obscured before masturbating. She could hear his grunts
They usually got home from work at the same time. They nodded and sometimes said hello but usually rushed in to play their game.
He knew she watched him masturbate.
She knew he watched her masturbate.
Both loved their game.
They were soon relaxed around each other and at ease with the knowledge that the other had often watched their self-sex pleasure and began to have short conversations by their cars before hurrying to their patios.
A few months later on one afternoon she asked him to help her get a new lounger and a small table into her patio. He did but made no comment other than blush and get an erection. She noticed both.
As soon as the items were placed to her liking she grinned and said, "This one is for you if you decide you would like company while you take in the sun."
He was stunned, paralyzed. The fact that she was already taking her clothes off did not help him any. She was soon naked on her recliner caressing her tits. Like a zombie he undressed and sat on the other recliner.
She had the recliners facing each other on either side of the low table. She had placed two hand towels on it. He needed one soon, he erupted less than thirty seconds after he started to masturbate.
"Get us each a beer from the fridge please," she said.
He jumped up and did that and when he settled back down his cock had already stopped deflating well before it had become flaccid. They drank their beer and drank in each other's nude body with their eyes then watched each other masturbate. Both were too excited for it to last long but they reached their climax at nearly the same time. They finished their beers in silence as they smiled at each other.
"I need a shower," she said as she stood. "We can do this about once a week don't you think?"
He was still incapable of speech so he just nodded yes vigorously as he put on his pants.
"Thank you, it was fun," she said to him as he left her home.
Again he just nodded vigorously.
They tried the sliver view the next day but each realized that would never work again. She sealed the sliver but told him she would before he panicked.
As they got out of their cars the following week she said to him,
"We will be in my patio on just Tuesdays and Thursdays afternoon for a while. I have a night class Mondays and Wednesdays. That was why I was not here yesterday. We will leave Fridays open in case either of us has a date. Saturday mornings are dependent on the errands we have to run.
