A Better View
written by:
Ethereal

Curiosity got me started. My wife, Kat, and I live in a fairly new subdivision with plenty of backyard space. We fenced it up, and were thinking about adding in a pool at some point. Our neighbors did the same, but they already went and built an in-ground pool that was maybe a bit more than they could afford. When the housing crisis came up, they found themselves needing to move, and Terry moved in.

Terry was in about her early forties, and looking at her you could tell she had an Italian or Greek background. Aside from the first introduction when she moved in back in the spring, we didn't speak much. Sure, we exchanged a friendly hello when passing by, but little more.

When summer rolled around, I found myself noticing Terry a lot more. I work at home programming applets for web sites and mobile devices. My work gives me flexibility, and I sit upstairs in my office for most of the day while my wife goes off to the local university for work. The house is quiet save for my music, and on a good day I can open up my windows and let the sun and breeze in while I code away.

When summer started, I began to notice Terry going out around 10:00 every morning. She clearly didn't have traditional work hours, as she spent the morning through early afternoon sunning and swimming. She had a book in hand, and worked on an already very impressive bronze skin tone. And she was always topless.

Terry had large, tanned breasts, which is in stark contrast to my wife. Kat is about average height but slim, with perky breasts even at age 35. Her dishwater blonde hair went with her pale skin, although her pubic hair was a chestnut brown. Terry's golden breasts were huge in comparison, and shone golden and glistening in the sun whenever she got out of the pool. Her nipples looked to be a soft brown, but from the second story and a house away I couldn't be sure.

Needless to say, this became part of my routine. Kat and I had a healthy sex life, but her work kept her much busier and made her life more stressful over the past year. More than once I've had to scratch my itches with a jerk in the shower or while watching a porn. When work wasn't too busy, I would watch Terry swim and stretch out, then grab my tablet and jerk myself off. I felt a twinge of guilt for getting off thinking about my neighbor, but I figured she would take it as a compliment, and Kat should know I would rather be making love to her than getting a cheap thrill with my hand and a few peeps at a naked neighbor.

One morning, I watched Terry start her normal routine. She came out in a sarong and sunglasses, carrying a book in one hand and a martini in the other. She set the book and martini down, took off her sunglasses, and removed her sarong, showing a blue bikini bottom I had seen many times. She stepped over to the side of the pool and shook out her shoulders. Her breasts amplified her motion, and without noticing it I was moving my hand to my crotch. This time, however, she looked around a bit, and perhaps satisfied with the privacy given by her wooden fence, she hooked her thumbs over her bikini bottoms and dropped them to the cement. Standing up straight, she dived into the water.

I felt like I won the peeping tom lottery. I strained to make out the outline of her naked ass in the water as she crossed back and forth through the water. I enjoyed my near-daily shows I stole from Terry, but this was way more than I expected! My pants felt tighter as I watched her swim, not daring to go back to my desk for fear of losing the opportunity to see this fetching woman in all her natural glory.

Eventually, Terry climbed out of the water on the pool's ladder. She had a nice ass, a bit larger than my wife's, but definitely not off-putting. She toweled herself off, and I watched her lines under the summer sun. The curve of a woman's ass to her legs is one of the most amazing things in this world, and seeing her bare was fantastic. I could see her bush looked to be there, but neatly trimmed. She seemed totally oblivious to me, and I thanked whatever karma I earned to have that moment.

Once dry, she stretched out on one of her reclining pool chairs. Her bottoms were still on the cement next to the pool! She leaned over to take a few sips from her martini, put on her sunglasses, and then picked up her book. Her legs were stretched out, slightly parted, giving a small but evident glimpse of her pussy. Meanwhile, my dick was hard enough to cut diamonds in the dead of winter.

After about fifteen minutes, I needed a break. I stopped downstairs to grab a beer. The AC was on, but the cold drink still felt good. My body was getting hot thinking about the woman next door. After a bit downstairs, I took the rest of my beer back up to the office and returned to my window, careful not to let myself be seen.

Terry was still there, although she seemed a bit more fidgety. She held the book with her left hand, and her right slowly played back and forth over her stomach. I noticed her martini was gone, which was also a bit different than usual. I watched her move her hand, and I began to mirror her motion over my chest, picturing her tanned hand tracing over my body.

Then, her hand drifted down to the black hair below her waist. Still focused on the book, she began to play with herself! It appeared she was only teasing her lips, but her legs split open slightly more and she was unmistakably toying with her sex.

I thought about grabbing my tablet and heading to the bathroom, but the curiosity about how far this vixen would go was far too tempting. I unbuttoned my shorts and dropped them and my underwear. I grabbed my stiff cock, and slowly began to manipulate it, trying to match the rhythm I saw Terry doing.

For a while, Terry was still focused on the book. Even as she read, she dipped her fingers inside her pussy. Her legs were now well open, and I sat in mixed glee, seeingthis amazing sight, and frustration that I did not have binoculars to see more clearly. Still, my cock loved the feeling, and my attention was on little more than the sight in the next yard. At one point, Terry dropped the book entirely, her left hand moving to keep her lips open while her right worked to bring her to orgasm. She planted her feet on the ground on opposite side of the chair, and put all of her effort toward reaching climax.

This sight took me to the limit. Watching Terry throw her head back, he dark black hair reflecting in the sun, I came hard all over the wall in front of me. I didn't care. I was staggered, and looking back on it, I don't think I came that hard since I was with my first girlfriend. My knees buckled underneath me, and I moved back to sit down.

I collected my breath. I saw the dripping mess I left on the wall and sighed. It wasn't the end of the world, but it was a bit embarassing. I pulled up my pants and went to get some towels for the mess. I stopped to peek out the window, seeing Terry in her own post-orgasmic bliss, legs still wide open, arms dangling weakly at her sides.

I thought that must have been a one-time special event. Terry missed her usual 10:00 time the next day, and I figured her actions were a drink-induced mistake. At around 10:30, just when I was giving up hope, however, she walked out of her house with her sunglasses, book, martini, and nothing else. No sarong, no bikini bottoms, no thing at all. While not quite as exhilirating as the day before, as the unexpectedness made it so much more, I still stood hypnotized by this woman sexually satisfying herself before me. I came again watching her, but this time prepared myself so I would not leave such a mess.

Terry's outdoor masturbation became the norm for her. And a late morning wank became part of my agenda. Kat came home late, so even when I was busy I just worked later into the evening until she came home. I was aroused damn near constantly, and I pushed Kat for some fun when she got home. Sometimes I would get lucky for a quickie, but by and large she was too busy, and our times together too few.

My sex life, then, began to revolve around Terry. Five days a week, I had a fantastic time getting off together with her, even though she never seemed to notice that we were a duo of masturbaters. I built it into my routine. Ten to eleven, wank, clean up, and then grab a bite to eat before getting back to work in the afternoon. Terry would often be out near the pool in the afternoon as well, but I found that by getting my jerking off out of the way early I could concentrate on my work fairly easily in the afternoon.

One day I finished cleaning up and realized that my refrigerator was pretty barren. I didn't find much more luck in the pantry, so I took a brief trip out to a fast food place. I ate there, came back, and was still on schedule to get a good deal of work done in the afternoon.

I took the garbage out when I came back, and I was on the driveway when I heard someone calling.

"Sam?" came a woman's voice, and it was almost unmistakably from Terry's.

I froze. She was naked, recovering from an orgasm, and perhaps a bit tipsy just an hour ago. Was she still?

"Sam," she said again, and I could hear the voice closer to the fence.

She knew I was there. Had she seen me? I had taken great care to stay unseen, but did she know? I didn't know how to react.

"Yeah!" was what I came up with.

"Hey Sam, could you come over here for a second? The gate's open in the front."

"Sure, one second." SHIT. It seemed like too much of a coincidence. My heart was racing, and my palms were wetter than the everglades in seconds.

I walked around the front, and opened the gate as she said. I closed it behind me, and when I got to the back I saw Terry sitting at the outdoor table she had set up on her rear deck. She was dressed, wearing a yellow, flowery sundress and sunglasses. Her usual martini and book were out of sight.

We exchanged pleasantries, and she asked me to come up and join her for a second. Her delay of why she called me over made me nervous and excited. My dream image was to walk around the corner and find her pleasuring herself, but the reality of the situation made me very concerned about being found out.

"So how's work going?" she asked.

"Oh, alright. Keeping busy."

"Not too busy, I hope," she said. "I hope you find time to take a break at some point during the day."

Oh damn, I thought. "I find time. Just went out to grab some food, run a few errands."

"Get everything taken care of?"

"Oh, everything was quite taken care of." I was nervous, waiting for the bomb to drop.

Instead, she smiled gently. "Can I get you a beer?"

"Sure, that'd be great."

She got up and walked past me. I heard the sliding glass door move behind me as I stared out at the pool and the pool chair that she so often used. My cock stirred, but my nerves kept an erection from getting out of control.

I heard the door open and shut, and her armed slipped in front of me to set the beer on the table. "Here you are," she said.

"Thanks." My eyes went from the beer, and then up at her as she was taking her seat. Only then did I realize she was totally nude, just as she is when I sit and watch. "Oh shit."

"It's nothing new, Sam," she said and took a drink from her beer. "You've seen me like this many times."

It was mid-August. She was right, and I had no way to defend myself. I couldn't think of a denial, and instead of saying anything I sat in silence.

"It's okay." She crossed her legs, and let one foot bob up and down slightly, showing off legs that looked even better up close. "Once I realized you were watching, it was kind of thrilling, really."

"Really?" I managed.

"Mmmm-hmmm. I haven't had a man look at me naked in a while." She brought her beer bottle to her chest, wiping the condensation off slowly on her nipple.

"Shame for men," I said.

She beamed. "You really think so?" Her fingers trailed lightly over her breasts.

"You're very beautiful, Terry. I hope I didn't offend you."

"Not in the slightest," she said. "But I hope you had some fun, too."

My dick was rapidly coming to life in my shorts. "Yeah, you could say that."

Her hands started to move her breasts. "Did I make you cum?"

"Yeah."

Her smile was touched with mischief. She moved her chair away from the table, exposing her beautiful dark bush. "Do you want to see me cum now? Do you want me to cum for you?"

I was entranced. I must have nodded, as she brought one foot up on the chair to expose her pink wetness through the bush. She didn't spend much time playing with her lips, as her fingers slipped in right away.

My cock begged for release. Even though I came a little under two hours earlier, I felt again ready.

Her eyes were half-shut, but suddenly she opened them and made eye contact with me. "Do you like this, Sam? Do you like me playing with my pussy."

"Hell yes."

She rolled her head back for a second and let out a small grunt. "Then let me see your cock. I want to see you cum."

I eyed around her backyard. We were blocked off from almost everything, but I could see the window to my office clear as day. I knew my wife wasn't home, but having spied so much made me overly suspicious.

She picked up on my unease. "I want to cum for you," she said. "But I want you to cum for me. Inside?"

I felt like the adrenalin kicked in, and everything paused for a second. Terry's tanned body just feet away, fingers in pussy, eyes locked on to me. I thought of Kat, but reasoned that no cheating would go on here. I would see the day through, and then have wank material for months. I stood up and headed to the glass door to go inside.

She followed me, and the passed me when we got inside, brushing her ass against my crotch. I reached out to grab her but thought better of it. I had to keep boundaries.

"In here," she said, walking into the living room. "Help me move the coffee table."

She had soft, white carpeting in her living room, and moving the coffee table a few feet to the side was easily done. She had two short sofas facing each other, and she eased herself down onto one, and I took the opposite.

"Take out your cock," she said. Her legs were already open, her pink pussy on display already with her fingers inside.

I unbuttoned my shorts and slid them down, exposing my cock to the first woman who was not my wife in over ten years. It was ramrod straight and hard. Without any additional prompting, I started to play with myself.

"God, that looks good," she said. Her fingers were circling around her clit.

"You're fucking hot. Keep that up and I'm going to cum in a minute."

She tossed her hair back, finding a rhythm for her playing. She was so different from what I was used to, I felt the need to cum rising in short order. I tried to delay the end, to extend the experience, but my body achingly needed release. "I'm gonna cum. Soon," I said.

She nodded, and slid forward offer the couch and onto her knees. "I want you to cum on my tits. Can you cum on my tits?"

I nodded and stood up. I kicked my shorts off from my ankles and moved forward. Her fingers were back in her sex, and her eyes shot up at me. One hand pressed her breasts together. "Cum on my tits, Sam. Cum on them."

I lost it. I shot my load, mostly on her tuts, but I think also some on her face, her hair. It was a long cum, and it was hard. Terry lapped at her breasts, licking my remnants off herself. My head rolled back, and I felt more cum oozing down my dick.

Suddenly, I felt a warmth around my cock. Terry licked the semen off the sides of my dick, and then engulfed me in her mouth. Without thinking, I ran my fingers through her hair and held the back of her head as she licked me. I could feel the vibrations of her hand move through our bodies, and I knew she was reaching orgasm. The warmth left me when she moved back and let out a loud moan that echoed through the house.

Spent, I stood there for a moment, looking down at this beautiful, naked woman before me. Terry slowly leaned back and planted her palms on the floor. Her legs were angled such that I still had a wonderful view of her pussy, and breasts too, of course.

"So," she said, "Is the view down here better?"