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by jayhardman Masturbation has always been something of an obsession for me. When I was younger I used to have these heavy fantasies about being seduced by an older woman -- usually a housewife on my paper route or an older babysitter -- and would end up at the picnic pavilion in the neighborhood park quickly pulling one off.Although it diminished with age, the desire to start stroking off in public, preferably someplace open but semi-private, never really went away. I�ve got a pretty good sex life now, with a steady partner, but the thrill of pulling on my cock within sight of unaware others is still very strong. I had been watching my next door neighbor for a couple of weeks. Not the obsessive kind of �watching�, but just furtive glances here and there as she hung laundry or pruned the flowers on her patio. She was absolutely stunning, by far the best looking woman in an apartment complex full of attractive college kids. She was about five and a half feet tall with a body to die for; but what you (or at least I) noticed first was her hair. Hanging midway down her back, it was that killer sandy brown color, and full of waves. I swear to god, when I dream of heaven that hair is what I fantasize about. The way the apartments here are set up is very conducive to both watching and exposing oneself without being too obvious. Both my apartment and hers are on the second floor, but in separate buildings. They meet at a right angle. The patios are separated by about 30-35 feet, and my building is about 6 feet higher than hers, which means that out on my balcony you can basically look down on the world. What makes them really nice is instead of rails, they�ve got these waist-high cedar plank walls that you can only see through from certain angles. In summation, it�s really an ideal place for an exhibitionist. Sometimes in the summer, especially right after sunset, I�ll sit out there buck naked with a beer; my fiancee keeps warning me that I�m going to get caught. Meanwhile, my not-so-secret fantasy is to take her out there some night and make love in full view of the entire complex. But that would be another story.... It was early-June when I finally could control myself no longer. The neighbor had taken to sunning herself every day about one o�clock. She�d always wear this nice black two piece bathing suit. Nothing really striking, just a standard bikini. But when she wore it out there, her skin getting gradually darker as the summer kicked up and with that beautiful hair spilling over her shoulders, it drove me absolutely wild. On the afternoon in question, I popped open a beer, threw on some loose fitting shorts and a t shirt, grabbed a newspaper, and hit the patio. It was a bit after noon; she wasn�t out yet, but I wanted to be out there before her, just to avoid looking too eager. I was pretty shaky like I always get before masturbating in public, but the pounding of my heart is part of what makes it so much fun. At any rate, about half a beer later, she appeared. Clad in the same generic black swimsuit, she walked over to her lounge chair and sat without so much as a glance in my direction. Within a few minutes, she was on her stomach, offering me a great view of her nice round butt and her beautiful hair flowing down her back. With her face away from me, it seemed to good of an opportunity to pass up. My cock was already hard and my balls aching for what was to come. Trying to remain discrete by holding up the newspaper with my left hand and pretending to read, my eyes scanned my neighbor�s form while I began to very slowly stroke with my right hand. It felt great, out there in the early afternoon sunshine, watching a knockout co-ed and massaging my throbbing shaft. The excitement of maybe getting caught -- or, even more enticing, of maybe getting caught by the object of my lust -- intensified the waves of pleasure building in my groin. Almost there, I felt the familiar warmth of an orgasm intensifying at the base of my cock. And then, the most shocking thing happened. Perhaps too warm or uncomfortable on her stomach, she abruptly rolled over, squinting in the sun, but facing me full on. Almost immediately, the feeling of orgasm disappeared, replaced by sheer terror: did my neighbor see me and did she know what was going on? Fighting back the urge to run inside -- which would�ve not only drawn attention to myself, but would�ve been very difficult in a pair of boxers with a still very much erect penis -- I rattled the newspaper and pretended to read. For maybe five minutes I sat there, trying to look occupied with the sports page while my mind reeled with terrifying questions. My neighbor, however, seemed anything but phased. From the corner of my eye, I saw that she was motionless, and as I stole a quick glance, realized that her eyes were still squinting shut against the sun. From all appearances, I was relatively safe. At this point, reason would tell me to beat a hasty retreat. But I knew myself well enough to know that this obsession wouldn�t fade, and that I�d be back out here some other time, increasing my chances of getting caught. Best to get it out of my system now... Boldly looking at her, but with the newspaper still strategically placed should I need it, I began to stroke once again. My cock had gone partially soft with waiting, but immediately sprang back to life, precum oozing from the tip. All the more exciting now that she was facing me, perhaps even watching from behind the squint, I quickly felt the familiar throbbing warmth of an orgasm rising again. I allowed myself a few more long, sensuous strokes up and down the entire length of my shaft and a quick squeeze at the tip. Pressing my thighs together and savoring the warm pressure on my balls, I felt myself moving toward the point of no return. Staring at this sunbathing beauty, laid out before me and perhaps even watching as I pleasured myself, I felt the cum rushing up through my cock. In a few seconds, as I continued to massage myself, the first of several hot spurts of semen erupted, spattering on the patio floor. She hadn�t moved at all, and I continued to stare as I pulled out each and every drop of sticky cum. I waited about five minutes before going inside, savoring the warmth of the early summer and the sense of peace that falls after a really good orgasm. I don�t think my neighbor ever did see me; she continued to sunbathe that entire summer and never seemed hesitant. This particular fantasy fulfilled, I didn�t try the patio trick again, but every time I saw her, I was reminded of one of my best masturbation experiences ever. To this day, I�m not sure what made it so good, whether it was the fear of getting caught, the great visual image this bathing beauty gave me, or just the joy of stroking off outdoors. I wish that every orgasm could be as fulfilling.