My Neighbors Pool: Part I

Working from home has its ups and downs. Living alone, sometimes the house seems eerily quiet. I have had to resort to background noise, either music or the TV. The view from my home office has been the biggest perk. Aside from not working in a cubicle in a windowless office, I have been blessed with an incredible display over the last several months. I look at my watch to check the time. As if on cue, she arrives. My neighbor is a recent divorcee. She seems to have won the house in the settlement. My home office window looks perfectly over into her backyard, which is occupied by a large pool. Every day at this time, during the warmer months, she lays out to soak in the sun’s rays, ends it with a quick submerge in the pool, then heads inside. I know she has caught me looking from time to time. She would smile and give me a wave. I considered plucking up the nerve to go over there and ask her out, it being apparent that I am a fan of her from a physical perspective. I just have not been ready to jump back into the dating pool. Looking down at this seductive creature, I let fantasy run through my head.

I have been working for about an hour and allow myself another glance down at my neighbor. I see that smile, the one she gives me when she knows I am watching, but this time, no wave. I notice that the lounge chair she is sitting in has been turned to face me. She grabs a bottle of a clear liquid and lets it pour out onto her stomach. She begins to rub the oil into her skin, moving her hands all around herself. Her hand slips up under the fabric of her bikini top, she smiles, then lifts the top over her breasts, exposing them. I do not attempt to look away, steadfast in my voyeuristic display. Her smile widens; she knows I am watching. She massages the oil into her perfect breasts in an enjoyable way. Her head lays back as her fingers tease her erect nipples. I watch her squeeze her thighs together, my groin responding in kind.

I shift in my chair, allowing my hardon freedom to go fully erect down the leg of my shorts. My eyes travel the glistening body of this incredible siren by the pool. Her hands expertly knead her breast. At first it was done in a display of exhibitionism. Now, it seems to be focused on her enjoyment. Her thighs shift up and down, firmly pressed together. Her hands paused in what seemed like being lost in thought. Her face looks in my direction, I think she is second-guessing what is happening. My bulge slackens, She’s going to think I’m a disgusting pervert, my mind begins to slowly spiral into worry. She tilts the sunglasses she is wearing down on the bridge of her nose. She smiles and winks in my direction, pushes the sunglasses into place, and lays her head back. A cascade of relief surges through me. Her legs part as her hand slides down her torso and into the bikini bottoms.

She spreads her legs apart more, pushing herself into her hand. I watch through the fabric as her fingers move in a circle, her other hand gripping her shimmering breast. Watching this display of intense arousal, it takes me a moment to realize that I am humping my hardon into the fabric of my shorts. I inwardly question, Should I join her? I decided to watch but make it even more obvious. I open the shades and open the window, the sound of which catches her attention. She gives me a big smile and blows me a kiss. Laying back, she continues her self-enjoyment as I watch. I enjoy watching as she reaches her climax and collapses against the chair. A few moments go by; I contemplate my move. She pushes the sunglasses on top of her head while propping herself up on an elbow. With the finger she used on herself, she does the come here motion. I smile and loudly say, “Yes Ma’am.”

I have to control my excitement as I rush downstairs and to the gate to her backyard. My divorce was finalized about six months ago. My ex and I hadn’t had sex in nearly six years. Needless to say, it had been a long time and I was nervous. I make my way to the poolside and find her bikini laying on the ground. She is in the water, looking up at me. I can see through the moving water that she is likely nude.

“Strip for me.” Her voice is demanding, but fun. I hesitate, all of my self-doubts threatening to rush in. “I have a pretty good idea what you look like naked. I have watched you ever since your wife left. I watched you with more interest since my husband left. I’ve always wanted to see your naked body. So, strip.” I do not think. I just act.

Standing there for her to see, I await further instruction.

“Thank God. Your cock is beautiful.” Pride mixed with need surged through my blood. I instinctually flex something deep inside, my shaft bounces. Her laugh almost drives me into myself. Her voice seems to calm me, “Look, he’s so excited for me to enjoy him he’s bouncing.” She pats the side of the pool and commands, “Sit down.”

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