Ron is a married neighbor of mine. He hangs out with my husband and I hang out with his wife. One afternoon I discovered that Ron and I had something in common. I went next door hoping to find Carol at home. As I walked up to the sliding glass door in the back yard, I saw Ron sitting in his Lazy Boy naked. I wasn't expecting that at all. A good person would have left him to his privacy. Being the voyeuristic masturbator I am, I figured why waste the chance of a lifetime?
His chair faces to the side so he could only see me if he looked to the right. My heart raced as I watched him slowly stroke himself. He was hard and about five inches. He was really into whatever was on TV. I took a side angle and peeked into the door. My hand knew to slide into my shorts and my middle finger settled into its familiar warm wet resting place. It would have been classic if Carol would have walked in the front door and busted him with a shocked look on her face.
I was feeling very relaxed and I must have closed my eyes for more than a few seconds because when I opened them I saw Ron walking towards me with a slight grin on his face. He walked and stroked at the same time. I pulled my shorts down just enough to give him a peek of my pussy. He stood within a foot of the still closed door. He smiled as I finger rubbed my clit even faster. I was about to flow with orgasm.
His chest is slightly hairy and for a forty-year-old man he was fairly built. Ohhh my how big his balls were. I heard him through the glass say 'Let me see those awesome tits of yours.' I lifted up my t-shirt, unhooked my bra, and let my 34c tits free. He closed his eyes for a second and said 'Mmmm yes.' I pressed my tits against the glass. When I stepped back I saw that I left a hootie print.
I went for broke and jigged my clit like it was on fire. I came instantly with a muffled squeal. Ron said 'I wanna fuck you. I wanna fuck you.' Then he closed his eyes, stood on his tip-toes, tensed up and sprayed clumps of cream on the glass. That was cool. It was like a 3-D effect. He caught the lesser dribble with his hand. I gathered myself together as he finished himself off.
Then in a kinky twist, he got on his knees and licked the cum off the glass. That part was a little too much for me. I walked back to my yard and re-played the event in my head as I got in a quick jill before the kids got home. Everything is the same as before. The only thing different is that I know what Ron feels about me. I'm glad to be his fantasy. One of them at least. Carol and I still shop together. She has no idea of the three minutes I spent on her back patio. I want to catch Ron again sometime.