She had been my English teacher, she was my next-door neighbor. I had known her for years now though we had always maintained a neighborly relationship. Had she known the private fantasies I'd indulged my self in over the years, not only might she have been surprised, but shocked by the numerous times I had climaxed just imagining being with her.
I had had one of those school crushes with her, though I had of course never acted on it, not in reality anyway. I spent as much time around her as I could get away with, without exposing myself in the literal sense. And since she had been my English teacher at one time, it had made any sort of relationship outside of that virtually impossible. Not that someone thirty years older than I was, would have even considered anything more than that anyway, but it was after all my fantasy.
She was around my same height, about five foot seven or eight, slender with short brown hair and green eyes. She certainly didn't look like she was 56 years of age either, not with a body like that anyway. Though she certainly wasn't large breasted, she wasn't exactly small either. And her boobs were beautiful too. Yeah, I had seen them on more than one occasion, though I am positive she never knew that. Ms. Jones, for I would always refer to her as that, would on occasion during the hot summer months, lay out in a hammock in the privacy of her back yard. A yard that had an eight foot privacy fence surrounding it, though I had long ago managed to chisel out a small brick that could easily be taken out and replaced without anyone being the wiser. Again, I couldn't even begin to count the number of times I had watched her lying there sunning herself on the weekends, hidden as I was by the small irrigation ravine that ran behind both of our homes. As soon as I became aware that she was lying out, I would find some excuse to be gone for a while, sneaking out around back of both properties. Here I would carefully and quietly make my way up the ditch to where my secret vantage place was, removing the small portion of brick I had worked so carefully on loosening, and then sit back, cock in hand, and quietly masturbate while watching her.
Of course many of my fantasies included her doing the same, masturbating while I watched her, masturbating while she caressed and played with those magnificent tits, or masturbating while she twiddled her twat, or shoved fingers deep inside herself. Unfortunately, that never happened, though it really didn't matter. Just as long as I could sit there secretly looking at her nude form, I could imagine her doing just about anything I wanted her to.
As the years passed, I eventually bought the home from my parents who had since moved into a larger, nicer home. They had willingly sold me the old home glad to have it stay within the family. But the real reason of course, was my fondness for Ms. Jones. As I had grown older, no longer that teenage kid she had once taught during my Senior year, I had now become her neighbor and friend, often doing odd-jobs for her on occasion, or even running an errand or two whenever she needed something. It had only been in the last two years that she'd actually been on her own too. Having gone through a divorce during that time, now living alone, which had afforded me an even greater opportunity to befriend her.
I certainly dated, though I hadn't been seeing anyone steadily for quite some time now. And it was usually during those periods when I was in between partners that my thoughts would return to Ms. Jones and those wonderful hot summer days when I would spy upon her in the back yard.
In hindsight, I wish I had known then what I was about to learn. Though it probably wouldn't have made much of a difference one way or the other. What really mattered was now, and how fate finally played a hand in bringing our relationship more intimately together.
We'd just had a period of very hard rains, some of which had produced some minor flooding, especially on the properties behind our two homes, along the old irrigation ditch where I used to sit and secretly watch her. I'd been outside mowing the lawn which had all but overgrown itself from all the rain when she came outside and started walking towards me.
"Andrew?" I heard her call out towards me even over the high-pitched motor of the mower. It was funny hearing her call me that even after all this time. My friends and family called me Andy, but Ms Jones had always called me by my formal name, Andrew.
"Ms. Jones?" I replied shutting off the mower. That made her smile. I knew in calling her that, it took us both back to another place and another time.
"Andy," she corrected still smiling.
"Nancy," I acknowledged still somewhat awkwardly. It was still difficult for me to be on a first name basis with her, though as 'just' neighbors now, she'd pointed that out to me several times over the past few years.
"Have you got a moment? After you're through mowing I mean?"
"Sure, what's up?" I asked.
"Well, after all this rain we've been having, I noticed that part of the ground has started to give way beneath the fence outback. Can you look at it for me? Tell me what I might be needing to do before it begins to collapse the fence?"
"Sure, be glad to I offered. I'll just finish up here and be right over."
"Thank you," she said already turning. "Take your time, I'll be outback in the garden area doing some weeding when you're finished. Just come through the house."
She was wearing a pair of tight fitting shorts that showed off her still shapely ass. It had been difficult enough not staring down the deep "V" of her cleavage as she'd stood talking to me. The men's long sleeve shirt she'd been wearing, the tail of which she'd tied in a knot revealing a great deal of midriff as well, had been a tempting feast for my eyes, which I'd been as careful as possible in not making it too obvious as I stole brief fleeting glances at those full breasts and tan tummy. But now, watching her return back towards the house, I allowed myself the indulgence of watching her go, imaging the shapely curvature of those twin ass cheeks and what it might feel like to burry my cock deeply between them. Just as she got to the door, she again turned for a brief moment, giving me a cheerful little wave before disappearing inside the house. I wondered momentarily if she knew I'd stood there the whole time just watching her...and wondered further if that made it at all curious as to just what I was wondering, or thinking about.
Once she had disappeared, I returned to my mowing, eager now to finish up and rejoin her. A short time later I had done just that. As she'd asked, I simply let myself in, though calling out to her as I did, anticipating perhaps that she might still be inside rather than outback where she'd told me to expect her. I heard no response and began making my way through the house out towards the kitchen area and her back door. For whatever reason, I did so quietly, not quite knowing why I did, nor what I hoped to see or catch her at when doing. I was glad that I did however.
I had caught a glimpse of movement out on the patio area. That very same patio where I had so often spied upon her sunbathing. I watched as she undid her halter, running a clean white handkerchief around her exposed breasts. It was hot, humid...sticky. But I found myself holding my breath for a moment as she stood there before finally retying her blouse once again covering those glistening silken breasts.
"Nancy?" I called out as though having just entered.
"Out here," I heard her respond.
I crossed the kitchen exciting through the back door. Already she was standing in the far corner of the yard next to the fence. I winced slightly noticing the secret brick I had chiseled out so long ago was actually missing. When she turned to face me however, I noticed she was holding the missing brick within her hands.
"The grounds already starting to give way beneath the wall," she spoke still holding the brick as though unsure what to do with it.
"I've got some lumber," I began. "We can fortify the foundation, then I'll repack it with fresh dirt and some wire mesh." I held out my hand to her, expecting her to hand over the brick to me. "I'll re-mortar that for you as well," I added.
I was surprised when she pulled back her hand rather than giving it to me. She smiled. "What? You no longer interested in spying on me?" "What?" I half stammered. Now she laughed, letting out a stream of almost hysterical guffaws.
"Oh come on Andy, I'm not that naive!"
"You knew?"
She was blushing.
"Lets just say I had my suspicions, though to be honest with you, I really wasn't sure...until now!"
"Let me explain," I began almost automatically, feeling a lot like that young teenage kid I once was."
"Please do," she grinned clenching the brick against her breasts. "Tell me what you were thinking when you peeked through the wall at me, better still...tell me what you were doing back here!"
Now it was my turn to blush. "I...ah...I..."
