...another account of masturbating while standing...by the way, I would rather my hubby not interfere with my masturbation but thanks for the support.
Standing Up 3
The upstairs den/computer room has provided countless opportunities for voyeuring the neighborhood and masturbating. I have since purhased a stool and can stand with binoculars in hand and get off much easier (darn being short). I have since purchased for my hubby some stronger binoculars. These are for spotting while sighting in his deer rifle. I did some research and purchased 7X25 that zoom to 12. The higher power is not good for night and gets a little shakey, which is when I do most of the looking, but they are more than adequate.
The older (1912) homes, like mine, line a main street and the homes in the back are part of a 60s building boom, some split level, most are ranch. I have counted forty homes in two blocks that I can see well, but twenty-five of them I see the back yards, which are the most interesting. There are fences, bushes and plantings all over the place that offer significant privacy unless you're in my den three stories up...it's like nothing was there.
My masturbating-porno-guy is like clockwork every Thursday night when his wife leaves for work on the third shift. He's just too far away and boring to watch all the time, but I have watched him for over twenty years now.
The most interesting neighbors moved in eight years ago, in their thirties, no children but two corgi dogs. The morning daylight streams into the den window, so I used to not stand there with binoculars obvious to everyone. But one morning I watched her husband drive off to work around 7:30 a.m., stop and say hello to a female walker, then speed off down the street. The walker was in her forties, brunette, definitely fit, just effortlessly striking along...right into the driveway of his wife...then disappeared. Curious, yes, but not yet aroused.
Their split level had double windows on the lower half which afforded a view of probably half of the room. My eyes popped out when I spotted the wife and walker in a very warm embrace which ended up on a couch. More kissing and caressing and I was frantically adjusting the focus and zoom to the perfect view. One block seems like a short distance, but for the detail I wanted to enjoy, it was frustrating. Regardless, I was able to see pretty much everything necessary.
Hands and fingers were everywhere and soon clothes were as well. I wasn't disappointed with the fit body of the walker, smallish breasts, shaved pussy. The wife was petite, sandy hair, also shaved pussy. They went from one position to another like it was choreographed...they definitely had been doing this before.
Meanwhile my fingers were busy on my pussy and clit and in no time at all I was ready, but needed to at least wait until I was really needy. I could tell this wasn't going to be over quickly and in fact went on for a couple of hours. Some of their orgasms were obvious and after they had both had their turn, I submitted to a fantastic cum, having to set the binoculars down and use two hands to fulfill myself.
Over the next forty-five minutes two more orgasms were had by me. I was fascinated by how passionate but gentle they were with each other. This was all very new to me, not that I didn't know about lesbians, but that I really never sought that kind of literature or videos out on the computer. I do now though.
The timing of this little trist is very erratic and I might be lucky to see them together six times a year. That's wonderful though. The wife often watches something on TV and masturbates, although the position of the TV is not in my view. She has something she sits on, like a ball that women use while exercising to which she attaches a dildo somehow. She will exercise, then bounce on the ball, then exercise some more for about an hour. All the while my fingers are gently exploring my pussy and bottom hole waiting until she throws her head back and then crumples forward in pleasure. Then I do the same.