I live in an old part of town, where the houses are close together. That came in handy when my neighbor, Kelly, started to flirt with me over the back fence. It came in even handier when it turned out our bedrooms were only about 25 feet from each other.
Kelly, I should add, is a tall, slim blonde. She and her husband have been sociable with my wife and me, but we haven't become close friends in the year or so we've been neighbors. Kelly, however, has made a few semi-suggestive comments when I've been working in the yard with my shirt off.
One day, after taking a shower in the upstairs bathroom, I walked into my bedroom down the hall. The curtains were open, but that was no problem. I was wearing a pair of shorts.
As it turned out, Kelly's bedroom was just across from mine. As it turned out, her curtains were up, too. And as it turned out, Kelly was standing in her window, using a nearby mirror as she fixed her hair.
Kelly, who was wearing a short, black satin robe, apparently noticed me as I walked into my room. She looked over, smiled, seemed to pause, and, much to my surprise, quickly flung open her robe and flashed me.
I caught only a quick glimpse of her tight, taught tits and silky pubic hair, but, needless to say, I was instantly fascinated. I couldn't help but smile and nod.
Kelly smiled back, and opened her robe for good this time. I got a better look. Her pink nipples had to have been an inch long, and looked rock-hard. Her blonde pussy hair was full, but not too thick.
Kelly rubbed her nipples for a minute as I watched, and then raised one foot to the window sill. She used one hand to open her cunt, and began using the fingers of the other hand to circle around her pussy lips.
Soon, I could see her cunt shining as she got wetter and wetter. She had more and more of a faraway look in her eyes, but she locked her gaze on me and didn't look away.
I thought I'd take a chance. I unleashed Mr. Nine-Incher from my shorts and started stroking it, a task made easier by the precum that had dribbled out.
Kelly started rubbing her pussy harder. I could see her working her clit, and then I saw her slip a couple of fingers up her love canal. That was when she really started moving, jerking back and forth.
Before long, Kelly's face turned red, her eyes and mouth opened wide, and her body shuddered in a series of spasms. I could tell she had come, and had come hard.
It was my turn, and I was ready. I practically lost my footing as I popped my wad, shooting gobs of cum all over my bedroom window. I knew a cleanup detail would be ahead.
Kelly smiled, waved, refastened her robe and closed her curtains.
That morning's episode was over, but I yanked off several more times that day just thinking about it.