I couldn't believe I was doing it again. Today made five straight days of peering out through my bedroom window, watching my hunk of a neighbor sunbathe nude.
My name is Lena. I am forty years old, and have been married for twenty years to my husband Joel. I look pretty good, dare I say, for my age. I can still turn some heads when I want to, and Joel knows it. I am a five-foot-five blonde, with my hair cut down to a buzz (Joel likes the dominant look), and a 36c-27-37 figure. Both of our children have left the coop, so to speak, and Joel and I are definitely enjoying our time by ourselves. Even after twenty years of marriage, we still are animals when it comes to sex. Joel keeps in shape, and he is always very open-minded about trying new things. I don't work, and I have been working myself up into a frenzy watching my hot young man next door bare himself to me for the last week. I suppose Joel has been wondering why I have nearly raped him when he got home from work lately. Yesterday I was on my knees, nude, except for a pair of my sluttiest heels, waiting for him just inside the front door. I simply unzipped his pants and gave him a succulent blowjob, letting him cum down my throat, not missing a drop.
But now Kyle was at it again. He only moved in three weeks ago, and I have only really talked to him once, which happened to be the day he moved in. I offered the next-door-neighbor greetings, letting him know that if there was anything we could do, we would be glad to help out. Kyle had moved here to start a new job, but he told me his first day wasn't for a few weeks, so he was sure we would talk to each other again soon. I figured he was around twenty-four. He has that California beach-bum look, with a nice build, and blonde spiked hair. I remember undressing him with my eyes; I didn't imagine then how undressed I would really see him.
So here I sit on the edge of a chair in my bedroom, totally nude, peering out through a pair of binoculars (tripod-mounted, of course), staring at Kyle's nude body. The distance is about 200 feet from my window to where he is laying on the lounge chair. I suppose he thinks he is hidden by the row of hedges between our back yards, but our house sits slightly higher than his and the view is clear. He is such a beautiful sight; totally nude, slicked down with oil, his cock lying on his stomach. I can zoom the binoculars to just focus on that lovely cock. It's only ten in the morning, and I have all day to stare. He is really working on that tan. I can feel my nipples harden, and my breath starts to come in short inhales and exhales. The last few days I have been able to hold off for a while, but today I feel the urge to masturbate just minutes after I have been watching him. My pussy feels moist, and both of my hands travel to my clit. It's not long before I am having a wild orgasm, and I slump, exhausted in my chair.
I haven't gone to talk to him through all of this, because I am afraid that my fantasy plaything will stop his sunbathing. But today, I can't help myself any longer. I want this man. I rested for a while, lying nude on my bed, and then I slipped into a one-piece red bathing suit (it's really nothing more than a few strings sewn together). I donned a pair of sandals, and with my heart pounding like a jackhammer I walked out my back door, making my way towards fence separating our two backyards. I could see Kyle still lying there; he had rolled over onto his stomach, and his round ass was perfect, baking under the sun. He was facing away from me as he lay on his sturdy lounge chair. I stopped to gaze once more at his body, before surprising him.
"Hi Kyle. Enjoying the sun?" I asked, making him jump. He nearly fell off his chair, raising up onto his arms, revealing his hard cock. He clumsily tried to cover himself, but wasn't having too much luck.
"Lena," he stammered. He finally got the towel around him, covering his erection.
"Can I join you for a minute, Kyle?" I asked.
"Well, I guess so," he replied nervously.
I swung the gate open, and paraded over to him, my nipples hard already. I pulled up another chair, and sat next to him. The thought of his hard cock so close to me was making me wet already. I crossed my legs seductively, watching his reaction. Kyle was already staring at my full breasts.
