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Was She orWasn't She?

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Was She orWasn't She? by FyreflyMick,Your page is cool! There are alot of greatstroke stories here, and good info. It's nice to know I'm not theonly one into my favorite hobby. As soon as I finished readingsome of the tales you have, I knew I had a good one to tell. I'm a straight male, 30 years old, living andworking in the finance industry in Colorado. I'm tall and thin,and I seem to have raging hormones about 26 hours out of every24. I masturbate frequently, since I have an extremely activeimagination and can find fuel for fantasies in just about anysituation. The number of healthy, beautiful women in the largecompany I work for adds to this, meaning I usually come home fromwork horny from the delicious presence of my coworkers. Any addedstimulous at home can set me off easily. Changing out of my workclothes often changes into a self-pleasuring session. Oneparticular event on a hot summer day comes to mind. I had gotten off work early last week, and hadthe whole afternoon to myself. I was in my apartment trying tofigure out what I was going to do with my free time. My place issmall, comfortable for one, but was very warm (I have vaultedceilings and live on the 3rd floor.) But the best benefit of myhome is that it faces the pool in my complex. My home office haslarge windows that look over almost the entire pool area, leavingonly one or two spots where a lovely lady (and there are severalliving here) can sun themselves without my seeing them. I haveadded a small telescope (for close examination) and a pair ofbinoculars to my home office equipment. I opened my windows wideso that I could cool the place down a bit, and that's when I sawher. I recognized her as a friend of one of the kidsin the building next door. She was maybe 16 or 17, with sandyblonde hair that she wore straight in a kind of 60's style. Herbody was slender and firm, and she had surprisingly welldeveloped breasts. I had seen her up close before on the way tothe laundry room and knew she had a pretty face and big, languideyes. But those lovely tits had stayed in my mind. She waswearing a blue bikini made out of some material that looked likevelvet, and it shimmered in the bright sunlight. I watched,captivated, as she set up a towel and her walkman on a loungechair and settled down to get some sun. I set up my telescope soI could get a closer look. It became obvious as she lay there that mylittle sun-worshipper was feeling horny, and I soon realized why.On the other side of the pool area was a well-tanned, wellmuscled guy, his eyes covered by shades as he lay there passivelycatching some rays. I watched in fascination as she made anelaborate show of putting on sunscreen and adjusting her suit. Mycock stiffened with every stroke of her hand across her thighs asshe smoothed in the oil. Each time she tugged at her suit bottom,I caught a glimpse of the white patch around her crotch, and shewould even lift the fabric high enough that I could see the edgeof her pubic hair (just barely, which drove me nuts!) When Ifocused on her area I couldn't see the guy's face clearly enoughfrom the angle I had, but saw that she would periodically checkover her shoulder (she faced away from him), as if to see if hewas paying attention. I certainly was, as I had already gottenundressed and was tugging at my rock hard cock. I knew my windowscreens were dark enough that no one could see me clearly, but Icrouched low behind my scope and focused in on the show. Things soon got even better. My cock feltfantastic in my hand, and I began to imagine her stripped out ofthat tiny suit and playing with herself full on for the guy bythe pool. I soon discovered that she must have had somethingsimilar in mind, although slightly more discrete. She stood up(giving me a great view of her tight, round ass) and jumped intothe pool. Soon she was doing laps, and I would focus in closewith the telescope to watch her sweet body move through thewater. She amazed me yet again when I saw what she was doing atthe far end of the pool. She spent a good part of the time pressed upagainst the far wall of the pool, with her back to me. I first Icouldn't figure out what she was doing, looking out through thefence into the parking lot beyond. She had her arms folded on theedge of the pool, and she was pressed so close to the wall thatit suddenly dawned on me...she was brushing her tits up and downagainst the side! There was no other explanation to my feveredimagination as I stroked away at my solid cock. I knew she waspressing her nipples against the rough tile of the wall. Shespent several agonizing minutes there, bobbing up and down, andeven swam another lap or two towards my side of the pool andback. I wasn't positive until I saw her arms go under the water(ostensibly to adjust her top) and stroke briefly across hertits. I was loving every minute of it, and was trying to prolongthe pleasure by stroking myself slowly and infrequently. I didn'tknow if she was still trying to get the guy's attention (in fact,he may have already left, because I couldn't see his part of thedeck area unless I changed my view, and I didn't want to missanything.) The final surprise came as I saw her again against thefar wall, her back to me. I zoomed in the telescope close, andsaw her place both arms in the water again. She placed one handpalm out against her ass, and the other disappeared in front ofher. It looked to me like she was trying to keep her suit bottomfrom riding down as she touched herself. She sank down in thewater (the pool in my complex is pretty shallow) and held herposition for a few minutes. And although I couldn't see her face,I thought she came, because she tossed her head back and driftedonto her back on the water as her hands came away.Soon she was out of the pool, and I could seein close-up that her nipples were poking out the fabric of herblue top. She spent a little more time sunning her back (lettingme gaze at that lovely ass) and then left to go inside. Icouldn't stand it much longer, and lay down on my bed, completelynaked. I was sweating from the heat, but my cock moved easily inmy hand as I imagined my water nymph indoors. I pictured herslipping out of the blue suit, showering off the suntan lotion asthe water sprayed across her luscious tits, and then stretchingout naked on her bed. I could see her fingers plunging into herdripping pussy, rubbing against her clit as her stomach rose andfell with her ragged breath. My own breathing quickened as mycock became stiffer and hotter in my grip, and the familiartingle from within began to grow as I visualized my sweetneighbor bucking and grinding against her hand. We came together,she in my fantasy, I for real. My own hips rose from the bed as Iimagined hers doing the same. I felt the warm patter of my cum inthe matted hair on my chest, and soon felt my racing heartbeatease down as I lay there spent in the late afternoon warmth. Acool breeze blew through the window, and I soon got up andshowered off. I don't know for certain if she really wastouching herself. Perhaps my overactive imagination got thebetter of me. But I've seen enough beautiful ladies by the poolto wonder...how does a woman wear a few skimpy pieces of fabric,rub slippery oil all over her nearly naked body, and lay out inbroad daylight under the lustful eyes of nearby horny men and NOTget turned on? If it was real, it was fantastic. If it was myfantasy, I still got off on it. Either way, I can't think of abetter way to spend the day off. Everybody tell me what you think. Ladiesespecially...do you think she was really touching herself? I'mfascinated by how a woman plays with herself, and I'd love tohear about ladies who've had similar feelings or experiences bythe pool.