When the weather was warm, it was Martha's custom to lay naked in her back garden. She stretched out luxuriously on the large sun lounger, reading, dozing or just contemplating the world for an hour or two each fine afternoon.
A high brush fence surrounded the garden, screening it off from the houses either side. Thus, she could lay nude and unobserved, or at least, almost unobserved.
Martha knew that there was a very small split in the fence that would enable someone on the other side of to get a partial view of the garden. She could have repaired the hole or covered it up quite easily, but she chose not to. She was fully aware that she was observed from time to time by Derek, the eighteen-year-old son of her neighbours. Derek had been spying on the naked Martha for some years and her knowledge of this both amused and sexually excited Martha a little.
If Martha did not wish to be observed, as when she wanted to masturbate, the sun lounger could be moved to a position that was beyond the observation range of the hole. Martha often chuckled to herself when she did this, thinking how frustrating it was for Derek, and how he must be mad to know what she was doing out of his sight.
Martha was a widow and fifty five years of age. When it came to observing her, there was plenty to see. She was a large lady, with heavy, soft and pendulous breasts. Her thighs were thick, but well shaped and strong. Her late husband had many times nearly had his spine snapped by those legs, as Martha wrapped them round him in sexual ecstasy.
Where her thighs joined her lower abdomen there was a thick thatch of once black, but now greying, pubic hair. Within the thicket of the hair there lurked the large vagina of which her husband used to say, "A man could get lost in there." He had in fact often been "lost in there."
Martha's face was, like the rest of her, plump, with wide, sensual lips, a slightly turned up nose, and near black eyes. Her hair, thanks to the ministrations of her hairdresser, was still black. As for the lines of aging, these seemed to have been ironed out by the fleshy plumpness.
For the rest of the physical Martha, let us just say she was "abundantly blessed."
She was a very cheerful, open sort of person. Always having been "buxom," she attracted men easily but once married she remained faithful, almost.
There had been a couple of instances that had been kept locked away inside her. Once when she had taken a tourist bus trip for the day, and found her self in a wooded glade with a rather ardent young man who was also taking the trip. It was a lovely day and Martha had been thoroughly relaxed. The little interlude with the young man rounded out the day nicely for her.
The other brief liaison took place when on a fortnight's visit to her sister who lived in a distant town. One evening, her sister had invited in some friends and neighbours to meet Martha. One of the visitors was a young man some ten years her junior and he showed every sign of being attracted. Her sister, being a sympathetic sort of woman, and observing that Martha was responding to the young man, arranged for all the guests to depart, leaving the young man as the last to go. He in fact did not go, but spent the night in bed with Martha.
She passed off her two little aberrations as "Ships that pass in the night," that took nothing away from her husband.
On the whole, she had been very content with her husband who took her vigorously and often, and on four occasions joyfully fertilized her. The outcomes of the impregnations had now left home.
Widowed for five years, Martha now lived alone. She had deprived herself of sexual gratification, apart from masturbating, being of the opinion that she was "past it." It was not that her own sex drive had faded – far from it – but she felt that no one of worthwhile virility would be interested in "screwing an old woman like me."
It was rather sad that she held this view, especially as she found masturbation a poor substitute for the real thing. There were times when she ached for a man's penis in her vagina and warm sperm spurting into her, and the sensual cleansing of orgasm. Unfortunately, it had not reached her ears that many young men sought the security of lovemaking with an older woman, and needed the experience such women brought to the sexual act.
As for young Derek spying on her through the fence, she wrote this off as sheer curiosity, thinking he probably got a hearty laugh out of seeing an old woman naked. So, it was almost by accident that fresh light was shed upon the situation.
One warm afternoon a little demon seemed to awake inside Martha. She knew that Derek was at home, and his parents were away somewhere for the weekend, so Martha decided to have a bit of fun with Derek. "I'll give him something to really stare at," she thought.
In the past she had never done anything overtly sexual within his line of vision except lay naked on the sun lounger. On this day, she decided to give Derek a little demonstration. She placed the sun lounger so that, as she lay on it, her feet pointed in the direction of the spy hole. Martha could tell when Derek was watching her because the little sliver of light, normally visible through the hole, would disappear as soon as he applied his eye to it.
After laying on the sun lounger for about half and hour, Martha saw the light disappear, and she knew she was being observed. Trying not to chuckle, Martha opened her legs and drew up her knees, thus giving Derek a full view of her genital region. She waited for a while, and then reached down with her hand, and slipping her finger through the bush of pubic hair, she inserted it into her vagina.
She pushed her finger in and out of her opening for a while, and then transferred to her clitoris. Lifting the hood covering the little spot, she began to gently run her finger round it. As she did this, she emitted soft gasps and moans.
Martha had not intended to give herself an orgasm, but finding that she was getting beyond the point of no return, she completed the activity with a full blown climax during which she struggled to suppress the screams she would have liked to give forth with. She gasped and moaned a little more loudly while she squirmed with sexual delight.
