When I saw you laying in the sun, I assumed that you were confident in the "privacy of the backyard" because of the 6 foot fence and landscaping that separated your property, on all sides, from ground level viewing. Of course, you knew that my friends' deck was elevated high enough to allow a vantage point. However, I learned later, you were in the habit of sunbathing at that hour of the day, precisely because your neighbors are at work. So, when I pulled back the slider and stepped out onto the deck, you apparently did not hear me, over your radio.
You were on your back, with your face skyward. Then, you sat up with your back to me and paused. As I peered over the fence from my spot on the deck, I could see that you had neatly folded your blue bikini by your side. You reached for your bikini top. I murmured "Don't do that!" and again you paused and twisted slightly, looking in my direction. I quickly ducked down and hoped that you had not heard me. After cautiously waiting a couple of moments, I looked over again. You were padding away from me toward the cabana...nude. My heart was in my throat watching your bottom shift up and down, as you walked. You reached into the cabana and withdrew a spray bottle that, I assumed, contained water. You gave yourself a misting and pivoted to return. Again, I ducked quickly, realizing that I would be in full view, as you strode back to your blanket.
My penis was paying attention. I was stone hard. I love secretly spying on sexy women, but rarely do I get a long, close look. We were separated by only about 20 feet. The scent of suntan lotion floated over the fence and I could see you were now reapplying it. I wished those were my hands applying that lotion to your breasts and that your hands were rubbing the front of my shorts.
As you laid back down, there was a small, quiet smile on your lips. You kept boldly caressing your breasts, long after the lotion was absorbed. As I continued to peek, your right hand slipped down, spreading more lotion across your tummy and kept going to your pubis. You quivered slightly as your fingers hit their mark. I could see your tummy tighten, in response to the touch. I was stiff and oozing precum, learning that you were so sexual. Here you were, nude and masturbating outdoors. Shortly, I could see your knees tighten as your hips began to hump your fingers. You gasped and put your left hand to your mouth to stifle your whimper. Why did you do that, if no one knew you were there?
I was determined to get to know you better, because I am fascinated by highly sexed women and it seemed that you fit that description. I quietly slipped inside and donned my swim suit. I noisily banged around in the kitchen to alert you to my presence and then finally stepped out onto the deck. You were still on your blanket. Your bikini bottom was back on and you had turned over onto your tummy.
Without lifting your head, you called out "Good morning, new neighbor!"
"Well, good morning to you! This is a scene worthy of teenager's wet dream!" I asserted and immediately regretted saying it. What could I be thinking? She is sunbathing and I gave her a compliment but, did I have to sexualize her situation? I felt foolish.
You replied, "I take that as a compliment." My foolishness evaporated as you lifted yourself onto your elbows, carefully exposing only the top of your chest, and added "If you haven't showered yet this morning, maybe you would like to take a dip?"
My eyes were riveted on the exposed tops of your breasts. You smiled and peered over your sunglasses. "You were such a gentleman last night, and my husband was up to his usual, so we never really got the chance to chat. Won't you come...(you paused) over?"
I could hardly believe my luck. You were a very attractive woman who wanted to shoot the breeze, as I enjoyed a morning swim. I responded with "I would like that!" I turned back into the kitchen and reached for a container of orange juice, the champagne that my hosts never got a chance to use during the prior evening, and two flutes. I descended the deck stairs and stepped up between the houses to go around the fence.
As I approached, I said, "This is very kind of you. I love a morning swim."
To my disappointment you had replaced your top. But, your reply encouraged me, "I was just getting hot enough to need a cool dip myself. Then, I will lay out some more." You went to the cabana and retrieved a couple of towels for us. As you placed the towels poolside, you grinned and added, "I guess you are glad to see me..."
I paused, reflected on your comment, thought first of the beverages, and then it dawned on me. Looking down at my trunks, it was apparent to what you referred. There was an eight inch tent in my loose fitting suit. I chuckled, "I cannot tell a lie, all of me is happy to be here." You giggled and made me feel even more comfortable.
I strolled over to you and asked, "I am a not a good bartender, but I can manage a mimosa. It makes a great eye-opener. Would you like one?"
"mmmmmmm," you replied, "those are yummy; how thoughtful!"
I stepped to the table on the pool deck and poured each of us one, as you busied yourself with checking the pool temperature. I could hardly watch my task, as I followed your flexing bottom over to poolside. When you stepped inside the house for a pitcher, I managed to mix our drinks, in the glasses, without spilling. You came back to the table with a large insulated carafe, half full with ice. Your sunglasses were pushed up on your hair. You exchanged the pitcher for the slender glass, smiled, and toasted "Here's to a fine, hot summer day. The pool is a little cool, but it will feel as delicious as this will taste."
We each sipped... then sipped again, as I took in the glistening pool and tranquil setting. You on the other hand, were checking me out. My general appearance was nice looking, though not model quality. You probably saw that I was firm, but, not bulked up. My upper body showed signs of regular work outs. I had a nice tan and my bulging crotch indicated an endowment that you might think would be pleasant to experience.
