It was a warm spring day. I had taken the day off from work to do a little much needed yard work. I was dressed in my usual goofing around attire which consisted of a t-shirt and some old cut-off jeans that, to tell the truth, should have been thrown away long before now. They had several holes in the upper leg area and, at times, I could feel the air on my cock as I worked. I didn't worry too much about it though as my neighbors on both sides had left for work and on the other side of the road we bordered on a nice strip of woods.
As I was cleaning around the flowerbeds, I could have sworn that I heard someone crying softly from my neighbors' yard. I stopped working, listened and, sure enough, I heard it again. I stood and walked over to the privacy fence and looked between the slats into their backyard. It was my neighbor's wife, Donna, sitting in a yard chair with her face in her hands crying. I wondered if perhaps I should call out to her and ask what was wrong but hesitated because, even though we spoke as neighbors do, we had never been very social to each other. Her husband traveled quite a lot for business and was just home for the weekends.
She was an attractive woman, probably in her early forties with shoulder length dark brown hair. Her figure was still quite good with what appeared to be nice breasts and a narrow waist along with a very shapely butt. Today she was wearing a loose fitting housecoat and she still had her house shoes on.
As I was debating with myself, she stopped crying and removed her hands from her face and sat back in the chair. As she did, the housecoat opened at the top and I could see the soft swelling of her breasts on either side. She leaned her head back and appeared to be staring at the sky for a few moments. One of her hands slowly came up and absently started to touch her left breast, rubbing in small circles towards her nipple. As she was doing this she crossed her legs at her ankles and started to rock her hips slowly back and forth in her chair. I just stood there quietly staring. I did look around to make sure that there was no one else around that might wonder what I found so interesting at the fence, but I saw no one.
When I looked once again, she had almost completely exposed her breast and was tugging on her nipple. It was hard and swollen just as my cock was starting to be too. I heard a sharp intake of breath and she seemed to shudder and then the damndest thing I had ever seen happened. Liquid came from the bottom of her chair making a sizable puddle beneath her. She uncrossed her legs and opened them allowing me to see right up into her very hairy crotch. She was pissing! Right in her chair, she was pissing herself. She sat there a few more minutes then got up and looked down, saw her puddle of piss and smiled to herself. She then closed her robe and walked back into her house.
I didn't know what the hell to think about what I had just seen but knew I had to move from the fence before she went upstairs and looked out her window. I walked to my back porch and sat down and lit a cigarette. I noticed that my hand was shaking a little and I kind of laughed at myself. "Getting hot and bothered by what you saw, are you?" I said to myself. I glanced back towards her house and saw movement from one of the upstairs windows. I took my last drag off my smoke, tossed it into the flowerbed and got up and walked in my back door. I headed up the stairs and went into my bedroom and looked out the window but found that I couldn't see directly into her room from there.
