Our neighbor works topless in her garden...
When I was newly married we lived in a house next to another couple our age. We sometimes had dinner together, shared things, and were very friendly and a little flirtatious with each other. Carol was short, with dark red hair and a big bust and, to hear them tell it, quite a libido.
I worked from home, and Carol next door was a realtor, and home much of the time. She had a garden she was planting and loved to work in. It was completely fenced off and private. Except, I discovered, from our bathroom window. It was from our bathroom window that I discovered that Carol enjoyed her garden in the sun topless. I had gone into the bathroom and happened to glance out and see her walk by...or rather to see her boobs walk by. I was speechless!
Of course, I had noticed them before, whenever we met. Very clearly noticed them; large C-cups with prominent nipples that gave me pleasure to notice. I wasn't prepared for the big aureoles I saw, though, as big as I've ever seen, that darkened the whole lower curve of her breasts. I waited, and she walked by again, and stopped just out of my range. I leaned far to the side, and could see her bent over, working the soil, her boobs dangling and bouncing. I began to jack off.
I often went into the bathroom to jack off, and often fantasized about Carol, and this was such a dream!!! My dick hardened and begged to be stroked. I came very quickly that first sight of her, while she was still on her knees in front of me.
Well, I don't have to say that the next day I listened for her to go into the garden. I saw her bounce down the back steps with her halter on, and then into the garden. Amazingly, she was pruning back some old bushes that blocked my view! But I was disappointed that she was still dressed.
When she finished ripping out the bushes, she went into the garage and came out with some soil and plants and laid them out where she'd pulled out the bushes. She got down on her knees, and began working the soil. I prayed she'd take off her top, and sure enough, after a couple of minutes, she sat up straight, unclipped her halter, one of the most beautiful and exciting things I've ever seen. Her nipples were erect, and she gave her boobs a gentle rub before going back to work. This time, I prolonged my orgasm until after she had left.
I watched her many afternoons, and knew her moods. Sometimes, I was sure that the sun and breeze and dirt of the garden stoked her libido. Her breasts became red and succulent, her movements fluid, and her hands frequently brushed her nipples and cupped her breasts. She would go inside, usually to the shower, and I jacked off imagining her, soapy, rubbing her clit, her nipple pressed between fingertips. At night, I would make love to my new wife, and suck her tiny tits, sometimes thinking of what I'd seen a few hours before, and fuck harder and longer and faster, listening to her ecstatic moans, wondering if Carol could hear, and satisfying her more than she had ever dreamed...