There we were, perfectly average people in a perfectly average neighbourhood. Me, a middle aged lecher with some twisted sexual desires. Her, late 20's, dark hair about shoulder length, a naturally sexy figure with a wiggle to die for! It was worth waiting for her to go past in order to follow her to the shops just to watch those cheeks in motion. It was one of those things that some women seem to be blessed with. She was a cashier in the local branch of my bank in the village and I was her neighbour.
Her name was Louise and she was married with no kids yet. Her husband, Adam, was a regular guy who worked in the computer industry and dealt antiques on the side. Not an E-bay millionaire, but trying. He worked from home a lot, as did I, but he needed to attend various conferences throughout the year when he would be away for several days and nights. We would be in and out of each other's houses on occasions, and were pretty good neighbours.
Having gone through three failed relationships, I now chose to live on my own, satisfying my sexual needs by frequent visits to the darker side of the internet, which suited me well as my desires had always been voyeuristic/exhibitionist and there was plenty there to satisfy my lust. I must admit, however, to missing the touch and feel of a real woman at times. I needed that intimacy. The smell of perfume and pussy, the softness of the skin on breasts, feeling a nipple bloom under my hand, running hands through hair and cupping those buttocks whilst tongues intertwined. I missed the thrill that comes when a woman surrenders herself to be explored for the first time. I missed all that and more.
I started watching her almost accidentally. I had always liked to start my day by opening my curtains and looking out over the garden to see what kind of morning it was and that particular day I had woken earlier than usual because I had a load to do before meeting a friend for lunch. I looked to the side where her house was, to see her quite clearly in her kitchen. I turned my light out immediately in case she should look up and continued watching, mesmerised as she went about her morning routine. She wasn't wearing anything particularly exciting, a white toweling dressing gown that covered her from neck to knee, and her hair was tied back in a pony tail, but I quickly found myself with a hard on bigger than any I had had for years. The thrill of spying on her made my blood pump and my breath came in gasps. I suppose I got to watch her for about ten minutes before her husband came into view. He walked up behind her and, putting his arms around her waist, kissed her on the neck. How I wished that was me. Shortly after, they took coffee mugs and left the kitchen, and very shortly after that, in fact, about five strokes of my cock after that, I came like a fountain.
I couldn't get the image of Louise out of my head all day and when I went to bed that night I set my alarm early in the hope of a repeat performance. I was not disappointed. Opening my curtains in the morning, the lights were on in what I knew to be her bathroom. I imagined her going about her toilette, and within a few minutes she appeared in the kitchen with her hair up in a towel and the same bathrobe on. I stroked myself watching her do her morning chores, and then she did something that in turn frustrated me and made me cum on the spot.
With her back to me, she undid her robe to retighten it. Doing it up again as she turned back facing my window I caught a momentary glimpse of her bra as she pulled the robe around her. For the voyeur that I was, it was a wonderful moment, and I shot my load there and then. I continued to watch her on a daily basis from then on, but it was weeks before anything else of note occurred, but when it did.....
She was standing there as usual, washing up some supper things from the previous night when Adam, her husband, walked up behind her and put his arms around her, cupping her breasts from behind. I watched as she playfully tried to push him away with her backside. He gave it a tap and put his hands up her robe, stroking her legs and then pulled at the knot of her dressing gown, loosening it enough for me to get a good look at her bra and knickers underneath. As she arched her back and twisted her head round to kiss him he pulled the robe off her shoulders leaving her standing in front of their kitchen sink in just her bra and panties. Adam kept on stroking her and pretty soon reached up behind her to undo her bra. As he tugged at it, her breasts slipped free and he cupped them both, twisting each nipple between his fingers. Even from my distant viewpoint, the excitement on her face was evident. Annoyingly, every time Adam's hands went below her waist, my view was obscured no matter what I tried. It was clear when he started to slide off her knickers, and, by his movements, even clearer when he entered her from behind and gave her the fucking she wanted.
I was engrossed in the whole spectacle being enacted out in front of me even after I had sprayed my window with my cum. I found that the thrill was greater if I stood so that, had Louise looked up, she might just have seen me wanking over her. There were a few close calls, but she never did. Adam finished and they embraced like the lovers they were. I masturbated again as they disappeared from view.
For the next few weeks it was impossible for me to walk past her or say hello or go into her house without thinking of that morning and getting a thunderous great hard on. She fuelled my every fantasy and the next time Adam was away, I used every excuse in the book to be in her company. She had never shown the slightest interest in me other than that of the good neighbour and, given the difference in our ages, there was no real reason why she should. I had coffee with her on several occasions in her house always hoping that something might spark between us, but I always came away disappointed. During the summer months, my early morning viewing had to cease because she could see into my room as easily as I could see her, but this was compensated to some extent by the sight of her bikini clad figure in the garden.
