Suzy had been my neighbor my whole life. When I was a kid, I would actually play basketball in her driveway with her husband John. They were the nicest couple and really great neighbors. My parents got along with them quite well, and we would frequently have BBQ get togethers during the summer, taking turns on which backyard we'd grill in. Unfortunately, John passed away when I was fifteen years old, and Suzy never remarried.
We would still talk quite a bit, whenever we both happened to be outside at the same time. She would often invite me in for some kind of treat she'd cooked that day. I never turned her down when she would invite me in. At first, I just felt bad for her, since she lost her husband. I figured she was just lonely, since they didn't have any kids to keep her company. As I got older though, I went because I thought she was the most gorgeous woman in the world. When I was seventeen, I convinced myself I was in love with her but I never had the courage to tell her. There was no way a forty-year-old woman would ever fall for a seventeen-year-old boy.
I had just turned eighteen years old the spring she had the pool put in her backyard. I remember catching her watching one of the construction guys a little too intently. I was in our kitchen and I noticed her through the windows sitting in her living room. She had a drink in her hand, sitting on the couch but turned around looking out a window. She had her body towards me with her left leg resting flat on the couch and her left arm laying along the top of her couch. I had a perfect view from my window and I always took full advantage of every opportunity to stare at her. She was wearing short jean shorts, which made it look like she wasn't wearing anything the way she was sitting on the couch. She had on a pink tank top shirt and her right hand was gently rubbing her breast.
It took me a minute or two before I noticed it, but she was clearly rubbing herself. Her head was turned to her left, looking out her window, so I tried to follow her eyes to see who she was looking at. There were three guys working on her pool, so I couldn't tell for sure which one it was. My best guess was the youngest looking guy though. I remember thinking he didn't look much older than I was at the time. Once I thought I figured out who she was looking at I went back to watching her. I think she knew there was a chance they could see her watching them, so she was very subtle about what she was doing.
Where I was standing by the window in my kitchen was about forty or fifty feet from where she was sitting in her living room. Our houses were very close to each other's and those two windows lined up perfectly. From there I wouldn't say I had a front row seat to watch her, but I could see her well enough to know what she was doing. At first glance I thought she was just playing with her necklace, but after watching her long enough I realized her fingertips were actually grazing between her breasts against her skin.
I was nervous about the possibility of her feeling my eyes on her and catching me staring at her, but she seemed to be watching that young man rather intently. I couldn't blame her for wanting him, since it had been three years since her husband had passed away. I hadn't noticed one single guy with her at all since I last saw her with John. She had slipped up two or three times and mentioned being lonely, but each time she quickly changed the subject or brushed it off as if she hadn't really said anything.
I wanted her to do more than just gently graze her breast with her fingertip, and I imagined her pulling her shirt down. In my head she wasn't wearing a bra and she massaged each of her breasts at the same time. Once she was worked up enough, she unzipped her tiny shorts and pulled them off quickly. In my imagination she gave me a very erotic view as she masturbated to the young construction worker. I pulled down my shorts and began stroking myself right there in the window. I was so into the fantasy I didn't even notice she'd left until I was finished.
While that wasn't the first time I'd jerked off thinking about her, it was the first specific time I could remember doing it. I think it's because it was the first time I did it while actually watching her. It was also the first time I noticed her longing for intimate contact with anyone other than John.
Before I knew it spring turned to summer. I graduated from high school and it was my last summer home before I left for college. They finished her pool just as it started to get hot, and she made it very clear I was welcome to use it anytime. I had started mowing her lawn after John passed, and I did it every spring, summer and early fall every year until I left. That summer was no different only now I could use her pool to cool down after. She would usually join me on Saturdays, and she always brought me tea to drink as well.
She wasn't ever flirty with me and I thought she acted more like my aunt than my neighbor. That was just how she was though. The only thing she did that anyone might consider flirty at all was wear a bikini in the pool. And, that was only because she was attractive. She wasn't super model gorgeous and she definitely wasn't porn star hot, but she was still very attractive. Even when it was just the two of us in her house, or in the pool, she made it feel more like we were related as opposed to neighbors. She just didn't know I was secretly in love with her.
One Saturday while cooling down in the pool after mowing she laid out to suntan with a book, instead of swimming with me. I slowly swam back and forth a few times praying my sunglasses were hiding my eyes, so she wouldn't notice that I was staring at her. I just studied every inch of her while I slowly swam towards her. I began with her face, which was very pretty. She always wore her make-up just right, so her face looked tan and flawless. I couldn't find any blemish on her face anywhere or any feature that I particularly found unattractive. She may not have been Super Model gorgeous but she honestly wasn't too far off either.
Her hair was a sandy blonde color which, even though she wasn't a mom, I always thought look like a mom hairdo. Her hair was shoulder length and I always thought it defied physics somehow. Granted it was the 80s and everyone had big hair, plus her hair wasn't as big as a lot of the hair at that time. From her ears up it almost looked like the top of a heart shape, but then once it passed her ears it started to flare out instead. The way her hair rested on her shoulders it made her neck look really skinny, but when she would get in the pool her wet hair revealed to anyone paying attention, she did indeed have a normal neck.
While she always wore a bikini when she was at the pool, it was always a tasteful one, and not some barely there fabric to draw attention to her body. The top always completely covered her breasts, which were probably C cups if I had to guess and did sag a little; probably a normal amount for a woman of her age. I would have loved to have seen her in a bikini twenty years earlier when she had perky breasts, but I still always thought she looked very pleasant.
Below her breasts she had a trim abdomen with no extra padding but she wasn't rocking a six pack or anything either. I could tell she maintained her figure with diet and never really messed with exercise. Her bikini bottom always matched her top and it was also about as conservative as a bikini bottom could be. It always completely covered her ass and maybe sat up over her hips an inch or two more than most women wore theirs.
Her ass was definitely nicer than my mom's and I think most men would think she had a nice ass. It wasn't big and bubbly at all, but it wasn't flat either. It wasn't too skinny, which was my favorite thing about her ass. I've never liked skinny girls, mostly because I think their ass and legs look funny. While she didn't have a porn star ass or legs, I thought she was still very sexy in kind of a hot librarian way or something. I thought her legs were shaped just right to match her body, which made her even more attractive all around.
I remember swimming there staring at her from head to toe and realizing I had a full-blown boner in my swimsuit. I wasn't concerned because she was reading and I was swimming, so there wasn't any way she could see it, but I was a little surprised by it. It was the first time I remember ever getting one while being in her presence. At this point I'd jerked off thinking about her dozens of times, so it wasn't uncommon for her to get me aroused. I started wondering if any of the other guys in the neighborhood ever jerked off to her. I'd never talked about her with Eric, Todd or Brian, so I had no idea what they thought of her. I decided I'd assume they were just like me and we were all jerking off to Suzy.
"Hey, could you please be a dear and refill my tea?" she asked. "Please," she added shaking the ice in her tea to show me she was empty.
