Yes, I was a little obsessed. OK, a lot. But then, who wouldn't be. I mean, she was gorgeous. Wearing that skimpy lime green bikini as she spread oil over her luscious body. She was such a tease! Peering through the dense arbor vitae, I rubbed my hard cock as it strained to escape my loose shorts.
The object of my lustful gaze was Angie. Her and her husband had built a very nice home a couple of years ago, just a stones' throw down the road on the opposite side. I watched from my upper deck as their house grew on the edge of the woods. I watched their pool dug in the back, only to be surrounded by tightly planted arbor vitae. Securely hidden from the world, save for from one small corner of my upper deck. And that's where my obsession began.
Angie and Bill are a nice enough couple, both in their mid-thirties, with one grown son out on his own. They were friendly with the neighbors, but not intrusive nor too open. But they did a have a very private side, which I noticed one afternoon last summer from that one small corner of my deck. I discovered that Angie enjoyed nude sunbathing. In fact, she enjoyed doing almost everything in the nude.
I quickly went out and purchased a telescope, which found a home in that one small corner of my deck. Through it, I could watch her. Even though the windows on their house were high up and unguarded by curtains, her naked body was easily seen from my high up vantage point. She was about five and a half feet tall with very nicely rounded full, firm breasts, and cute little nipples. She had long legs topped by an ass to die for. Her face was angelic, and she wore her hair in a variety for colors and designs. I discovered that they also loved sex. Almost any way and any place. Most evenings, upon returning from work, Bill would find her in the kitchen. I watched as he routinely snuck up behind her, bend her over the counter or island with a hand between her shoulder blades, and just ram his cock into her. He would pound into her fast and hard, as her hands usually ended up clenched in whatever foodstuff she was preparing. Once, while watching her working on her computer, I saw him enter the room from behind her. As he approached her, he dropped the towel he was wrapped in, his hard cock pointing straight ahead. Grabbing her hair behind her head, he turned her face towards him. I could see him thrust his hips forward as he forced his cock deep into her mouth. Damn, I just love this telescope. It had fantastic optics, and best of all, a camera port. I got great pictures of Bill holding Angie by the sides of her head, as he rammed his cock in and out of her mouth, finally grinding his pelvis into her face as he came down her throat. The thought of her soft lips wrapped around my hard cock drove me crazy with lust and desire for her. Since my wife left many years ago, my nights quickly became filled with thoughts of her. Thoughts of what I wanted to do to her, and her to me. And in my dreams, we did.
Unfortunately, their bedroom wasn't visible from my vantage point, so I could only speculate on what happened there. The only place not open to their sexual escapades was their patio pool area. Very rarely did I witness anything there. I imagine that this was because of their sense of privacy. But there was that one weekend earlier this summer when Bill was away on business.
I had just come out to the deck, and glanced over to see if the object of my desire was out, when I noticed two people on the patio. Sitting down at my telescope, I nearly came in my shorts at what I saw. There was Angie on her knees, her hands restrained behind her by what looked to be shiny handcuffs. She still had on her bikini bottoms, but the top had been pulled open and was hanging off her shoulders down by her elbows. The man with her was not her husband, this mans' dark hair a stark contrast to Bills' lighter blond. It was then that I realized it was Ed, the young cop that lived across the street from them. Ed had two handfuls of her dark chestnut hair, pulling her face to him as he thrust his cock in and out of her mouth forcibly. He pounded into her mouth for at least three minutes that I saw before he came hard. I came right after that. When I recovered, she was no longer on the patio, and he was walking down her driveway back towards his house. Whether or not this was a consensual encounter I could not say, but I was sure that the couple of pictures I had the sense to take might get me out of a future speeding ticket or two.
Damn, I wanted her. I wanted it to be me that was pounding into her. Me, she was sucking. And that was when I think I cracked. My obsession with her went over the edge. She was teasing me. Driving me mad with lust. I had to have her, and soon!
And today was the day. A warm sunny afternoon, with Bill away for the weekend on work again. I lived in that little corner of my deck.... waiting.... watching. Finally she emerged from the house, and through my telescope I saw that she was wearing her tiny lime green bikini. Slipping a couple of my pictures into my back pocket, I quickly headed down the street, pretending to be out for a mid-day stroll. I approached her drive and peering around to check on any others eyes, I slipped down the driveway and up to the side of the house. Making my way to the back, I began to push my way into the dense arbor vitae that shielded the patio area from view.
As I pulled back the branches, I saw her, sitting on a thickly padded chaise lounge. She had removed the skimpy top of her bikini, freeing her beautiful full breasts. She had just applied oil to her long luscious legs, and was just finishing with her arms. I watched as she poured more oil to her abdomen, spreading it out and up to her breasts. She took her time rubbing it into the soft skin of her breasts, obviously enjoying the feel of her own breasts almost as much as I was enjoying the show. Then she contorted her arms, trying to spread oil onto her back. This maneuver pushed her breasts out, glistening on the sunlight, her nipples quite visibly hard.
Spreading a large towel out, she laid back onto the chaise, soaking up the hot sun. I just stood there, surrounded be the dense trees, rubbing the hard cock through my shorts, trying to figure out what to do next. I was so driven with lust that I really had no plan of action thought out. It was then that I noticed that her hips were squirming, moving almost rhythmically. Then her hands began to move. Up and down her sides, slowly. Moving around and up to take her breasts into her hands, caressing them. Her eyes were tightly closed, lost in her own fantasy that I had the pleasure of being witness to. She squeezed and kneaded her breasts, then pinched and rolled her nipples, pulling on them. Then her right hand slipped down, gliding across her oiled abdomen, only to disappear into her bikini bottoms. From the movements of her hand, it was obvious she was rubbing her clit as she rolled and pulled on her nipple. When she started ramming her fingers into herself, I just couldn't take it anymore, and I pushed my way through the remaining branches as quickly and as quietly as I could, my hard cock tenting my shorts pointing the way.
I stood by the side of her feet, my head casting a shadow on the side of her flat belly. Her eyes opened at the sudden feeling of coolness there, adjusting to my silhouette against the afternoon sun. Her hands suddenly stopped their caressing and her eyes widened in horror as she realized that there was somebody standing over her. She jumped up quickly, her hands scrambling to cover her bouncing breasts. Her bikini bottoms half pushed down, just enough to reveal a well manicured thin strip of dark hair. Damn, she looked great.
