Paula and Tom lived next door. They were a good looking couple in their late twenties. Paula was blond and blue-eyed with a perky figure on her five foot frame, and Tom was a dark haired, dark eyed, muscular six feet.
They lived in the cottage on our west side, which had only about ten feet of space between our houses.
I was doing some laundry one morning when I happened to look out the window of the pantry, which faced toward Paula and Tom's house, and got quite a shock.
The bedroom of our neighbor's cottage faced toward the east, and as it was after ten in the morning. The sun was shining over our roof and right into the big picture window of their bedroom, lighting it up completely, leaving my side in complete shade.
I glanced into their bedroom, noting that the drapes were pulled wide open, and just started to look away when movement caught my attention. I really don't mean to be a peeping Thumbelina, but sometimes you do things without conscious thought.
I turned back to look again, as Tom walked across the room. Naked. Oops.
It was a brief glimpse for only a second, but the image was clear as he passed by in the sunshine, lit up like a candle for me to ogle in that brief moment. He was nicely muscled, chest and legs. He had no noticeable hair on his body other than his head, which was unexpected to say the least.
And he had a nice set of genitals, dangling beautifully in front of his thighs as he stepped past the window, wiggling delightfully from side to side. I don't really estimate men's penis length - it's not the first thing I think about - but I did register his package as "pleasing" in size, shape, and color. And I really thought it was pretty that he was completely shaved bare, with no unnecessary hair to obscure my view of his endowment.
As a forty-something woman, I'm not regularly treated to full frontal nudity by the males in the neighborhood, so Tom's appearance before me in the bright morning light was a delightful revelation and gave me many grins as I replayed the memory throughout my day.
I hoped I could keep a smirk off of my face the next time I bumped into Tom. It wouldn't be appropriate to leer and wink or anything, besides, he didn't know I was peeping, and it wasn't on purpose I can assure you. I was innocently doing laundry.
Not my fault.
Over the course of the next week, I waved to Tom in the driveway, chatted with Paula across the backyard fence, and basically behaved in a completely ladylike and normal fashion.
Nothing new here, carry on.
I will admit, though, that I changed my habit of piling laundry up until the last minute and doing three or four loads at a time, to doing a small load almost every day. Usually in the hours between nine-thirty and eleven. I just wanted to be more efficient, that's all.
So I'd check on my laundry regularly each day, as I checked on the picture window of my neighbor's bedroom. Does that make me a horrible person? I think not. But I will admit that I am naturally inquisitive toward naked men and have been so for some time now.
Let me mention that Tom works from home a few days a week to avoid the commute to his office in the City. It's the latest thing with the ease of internet communications now, and he's able to analyze his data and make his reports via the internet and only go to the office for meetings.
So, on many occasions I did see Tom, sometimes in gym shorts, and sometimes without a tee-shirt. I was kind of getting bored until Thursday. I now call it 'blessed Thursday' in my memories, for reasons that will become obvious to any red-blooded girl like myself.
I came into the laundry room and gave my practiced casual glance out the window, and there he was. Naked.
He stood with his back to me, facing his dresser. He had a very nicely shaped bottom, very tight and cute. He had a drawer open that he was digging through. He found what he was looking for - a lacey white pair of panties - which I assumed were Paula's.
The next thing he did was just darling! He put them on.
It's one of my favorite views of a naked man, seen from behind and bending over, with his boy-parts dangling between his thighs as he stepped into the panties. Picture perfect, I wished I had a camera, and not for the last time.
The lace panties were tight and his cute buns were only about half covered. He looked just adorable.
And after adjusting the front a bit, for reasons I could figure out on my own, he turned around and faced the window. I almost ducked in fear until I realized he was looking at himself in the full-length mirror on the back of his bedroom door. Dodged that bullet.
I didn't think he could see me, since he was in full sunlight and I was deep in shadow, but it was still scary to imagine being caught.
After he looked at himself a moment, giving me ample opportunity to observe the deliciously plump bulges fighting to escape the lacy front of the little panties, he walked into the bathroom. I waited a few minutes, feeling like a secret agent, and then he came back across the room and I could see him from the side.
Well, that was the adventure for that day.
I carried on as usual, and started to coordinate my laundry days with the days Tom's car was still in the carport in the morning.
And I waited.
A few days later, Tom was back in the bedroom naked. I liked the idea of a man working from home with no need to dress at all. It just seemed 'right' somehow - the idea of having a naked man about the house. It's one of my favorite notions.
I thought perhaps Tom had been awake early that morning, since he came into the room in the nude, and laid down on the bed. I thought perhaps he would take a nap.
Then his hand slid down his body and he began to fondle his genitals. Oh, my, I thought, this could get interesting in a hurry.
Sure enough, his fondling led to rubbing, and his penis responded to whatever erotic thoughts were going through his naughty mind. It was priceless to stand there breathlessly and watch my cute hunky neighbor lying on the bed and playing with his penis like such a naughty boy.
He was in a semi-erect state, giving me opportunity to begin to appreciate his attributes more by the moment, when he disappointed me by getting up from the bed and walking out of the room.
It was nice to see his penis sort of bigger and standing out a bit from his groin, but I was hoping for the full show, if you know what I mean. I haven't talked to my friends much on this subject, other than the occasional exchange of a knowing glance and a giggle at the subject of male masturbation, but I daresay there isn't a grown woman who would not like to watch an attractive man masturbate and ejaculate.
I certainly was warm to the idea...
But before I gave up and pouted the rest of the day, Tom was back and lying down again with something in his hand.
He laid down and placed some small bit of cloth over his face and began to rub his penis again. I was happy. And then it dawned on me that the red lacy cloth was a pair of Paula's panties - presumably worn by her - and he was sniffing them as he masturbated.
Oh, goodness, Tom was such a naughty boy. I thought perhaps he should have a spanking for masturbating all by himself, but only after he'd finished his business, of course.
I feel that big muscular attractive men, and husbands especially, should not masturbate. At least not alone. I know all men masturbate, but I have always encouraged my husband to do so, if he must, only in my presence so that he can share his climax with me and not hide it away. I prefer that my husband hear my voice and see my face, and presumably think about me, as he rubs his penis.
