- A Ms. Neb Story -
I had grown quite fond of Julia and her husband Rick. We spent quite a lot of time together. Julia and I also spent time alone when Rick was at work or traveling on business. As much as I tried, it was hard for me not to recall what I had watched from my husband’s study window. Sometimes it was difficult to concentrate on what Julia was saying while I envisioned her pleasing herself with such intensity. I thought about confessing what I had done but could never get up the nerve. I did not want to loose her as such a close friend.
About a month or so later, when I went up to the study to vacuum, I heard the sounds of playfulness from the window. Looking out, Julia and Rick were giggling and splashing around in the pool. A smile came to my face and I began to vacuum. It didn’t take long and when I shut the machine off, all was quite. I assumed that Rick and Julia were back in the house. Again I went to the window. Wearing their swimsuits, my neighbors were lying in lounge chairs on their sides, facing each other and kissing. I stayed to watch and promised myself that it would be only for a moment. They reached for each other but could not manage a tight embrace from the lounge chairs. They stroked each other along their sides and kissed each other gently. Rick’s hand went behind Julia’s neck and undid the knot of her top with just one pull. Her bikini dropped away. Julia’s hand moved down between Rick’s legs, her fingers tracing the increasing bulge in his tight European-style suit.
My aversion to watching them was waning as time passed until there was no doubt that I would watch for as long as I could. I was happy for my neighbors who obviously loved each other. If I couldn’t make love, I was happy that they could. This was as close to sex as I had been since Frank had died.
I remained standing as the passion in the next yard increased. Julia was rubbing her open hand between Rick’s legs. As best as he could manage, he was nibbling at her breasts. My own hand move down and covered the crotch of my shorts. The thick denim prevented any serious sensations. A rush came over me. Do I dare remove them? Do I dare take my shorts off and stand at the window in my panties?
It was of course a silly speculation but the tension it created just added to my aroused feelings. Yes, I dare! I removed my shorts, the cool air tingling my pussy due to the evaporating moistness that had already seeped into my panties. Now I could feel myself! Ah, much better! My fingertips dabbled at the wet crotch of my panties and felt the firm resistance of the flesh beneath. My other hand slipped under my T-shirt and rubbed my desperate nipples through the thin material of my bra. This too would not do! Off came the shirt. I felt much better now, very vulnerable, yet deeply excited.