Our author is fixated with his lovely neighbor while she does yard work
If you're like me when you're doing lawn work, your focus is on the lawn. Often you're looking downwards as you cut the grass, or even more so while weeding. I'm barely aware of traffic or passerby although I catch movement in my peripheral vision.
Last year I noticed I had a largely unobstructed view across the street to Jackie's front yard. Our homes were not directly opposite, however. I would see her, in her tank top, hair done up in a bun on top of her head, cutting grass, or weeding. I started to wonder if it were possible to watch and enjoy myself more. I started to plan. The winter months in Minnesota are long.
Spring arrived and I patiently watched as Jackie's lawn grew thicker and higher. I knew like me she worked from home, and had a tendency to cut her lawn late in the work week. Last Thursday, I could hear a lawn mower and rushed to my front door and looked through its small window. The day finally arrived. Jackie was cutting her grass. My family vacations out of state during the summer and I was alone and very horny.
Jackie is, like me, middle aged and a runner. We occasionally chat and she is very pleasant. Unlike me she is far more fit and has an athletic build.
I grabbed my binoculars, and stripped off my shorts. It was hard to hold the binoculars steady with my left hand and stroke my cock with my right and still have a good clear line of sight but I managed. Jackie looked amazing in her tight yoga capris. Jackie clearly has never had any children and has the tightest little ass I've ever seen. Where I have to kneel in order to weed, Jackie squats. She must have a very strong core.
Jackie was oblivious to my perving on her. I imagined her sweaty pussy, how it would feel and taste. To fuck that million dollar ass of hers. I imagined that one hot day she invites me in for lemonade and she flirts with me and lets me kiss her and fondle her small breasts.
I continued to stroke my fat pig of a cock, watching my neighbor, the waves of bliss crash on me. The thrill of the possibility of getting caught. MMMMM there's something so illicit and fun doing this.
I feel my orgasm rise and I do not hold back, splashing my legs and the front door. I think it's going to be a good summer!
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