Keep Watching Me But Don’t Let Your Wife See ♕

Keep Watching Me, But Don’t Get Caught.

He wasn’t smooth; I heard him before I even saw him out of the corner of my eye.  My old married neighbor had just been waiting for his wife to take off so he could plant himself in his little perch with his fingers curled over the fence. Keep watching me, I thought as I lay there in the warm sun listening to the birds chirping and some squirrels scurrying about and playing in the trees.  Everything about today is so far wonderful, and I’m super excited for summer to be here. ready to be in nothing but little, tiny skirts and bikinis. Here I lie in my own backyard, soaking up the sun. I have a privacy fence, so there’s no reason to have all of my bikini on.

Yes, the privacy fence.  To keep out peeping toms or old horny neighbors.  My old horny neighbor; well, his name wasn’t Tom.  He tried to stay quiet, but it never worked. But he was horny just the same.  I always knew when he was there. I could hear his heavy steps and then the sound the bucket made as he flipped it over, then that plastic pop sound as he stepped on top of it to get a good view.  He would stay there all day and just keep watching me. He had nothing else to do. I didn’t blame him for it, and I wasn’t even a little mad about it.

Keep Watching Me, The Show Only Gets Better

Last summer he got caught a time or two, and I could hear them arguing through the fence. It would make me laugh a bit. She told him if he kept watching me, she would tell everyone that he was a pervert.  I thought it was funny because how did she not know who he was? She married him after all.  Plus, his watching me was only part of it. I smiled to myself as I adjusted in my chair, and I untied my top, letting it fall to the floor.  I knew he was there, half drooling, and I waited for that one little sound.  And like clockwork, I hear the very distinct sound of a zipper being undone.

I found my lotion and applied a generous amount to my chest, rubbing it in with both hands all over my large, beautiful chest.  My hands moved all over the front of my body. I like the way my boobs feel so on purpose,  I might play with them a little more then needed. There is something about lotion that makes you feel sexy. The wetness of it and the way your hands glide across smooth skin.  If I were him, I would definitely look at me.

Oh, The Sweet Sounds Of Nature.

I didn’t need to see him to know what was happening. I could hear his breath panting. His was jerking his cock with speed.  The sweet sound of smacking skin filled the air. Every once in a while, he would accidentally bump his hand into the fence, and you would hear a thud.  It was like a soundtrack for masturbation, in a way. I didn’t have to tell him to keep watching me; I just knew he would. I slid my hand down the front of my body and into the top of my bottoms.  My pussy was so warm and smooth it made me smile everytime I touched it.

Slowly I rolled my finger around my clit moving my body with the motion.  Using my other hand, I pulled my bottoms to the side. I was both a slut and a tease and he knew it. I heard him gasp as he got a good look at my sweet little pussy. The smacking of skin sped up from his side of the fence and I fell in line sliding my fingers into my warm wet pussy.

He had been watching me for some time, and it had been turning me on from the start.. I was already dripping wet and ready for a release.  My hand moved fast, pounding my pink flesh and making me moan out. Quicker and deeper tickling that sensitive spot and holding my attention there. I sat up and watched as I squirted out all over. I heard the sound of his load smacking against the fence and the shuddering of his moan.

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