My neighbor loved gardening, but she didn't like wearing a bra...
So I lived in the neighborhood in the small-town Midwest; my little house there had a cottage just adjacent to our property. People were always moving in and out, so I was midly surprised when a lady about my age (late 30s early 40s) moved in. She said her name was Cara and she was divorced for a number of years; her kids were grown and she was going to be living by herself. The way these properties were set up, I could sit in my home office and pretty much see everything that was going on over at the cottage. Cara was outdoors a lot, smoking cigarettes but also pulling weeds and doing some light gardneing. From day one I had noticed that she had nice breasts and she often walked around in bare feet. She liked to drink a beer or two and just be outdoors, which already turned me on. Well, one hot summer's day I was off of work for some reason or another and Cara was outside doing her thing in the yard. I quickly snuck down to my office and pulled up the blinds, which she either didn't notice or didn't care. As I watched her pulling weeds, kneeling down in the yard, I could tell she wasn't wearnig a bra. As she got closer, I could see her full, beautiful big boobs and, at least for a few moments, her nipples as she worked. I had on some shorts and felt that she couldn't possibly see me doing what I so desperately wanted to do, which was jack myself off while watching her, unaware. I was nervous. Would she catch me and call the cops or something? I decided she must be aware that I was watching her, just 10 or 15 feet away now. I started to slowly jerk my cock inside my shorts; on at least two occasions, she looked up through the window and met my gaze. She just kept working in the yard on her knees, once smiling for no apparent reason. Cara then bent over, showing me her wonderful tits and I couldn't hold back. I jerked my cock until it spewed cum in my shorts and I sat shuddering with the orgasim. As if she knew exactly what I had done, Cara looked directly at me in my office chair and smiled broadly. A few months later, Cara moved out of the cottage and I never saw here again. But I won't ever forget that day.
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