My Neighbor, The Voyeur

I lived in Australia for about 20 years before moving backto the us. We had a small lot of land in the suburbs, just big enough for thehouse, a patio and a small patch of grass.

The Australian sun is very harsh during the summer, so theonly time it’s really safe to be out is in the early mornings. Late Spring throughto early Autumn I had my morning routine. I would get up, naked, make my coffeeand go outside, sitting on the patio and soak up some early morning sun on myfull body. There is something highly erotic about sunlight on your netherregions. It’s like you can feel the touch of the sun, and the occasional breezeteasing you, and bringing you to life. I would almost always end up extremely hard,usually feeling horny.

Sometimes the feeling would be too much to ignore and Iwould be there, legs spread, sipping my coffee, slowly stroking my cock. Thesun on my bare smooth skin was exhilarating. The fact that some of the “soccermoms” would be walking by on the footpath, barely a couple of meters from me, onthe other side of the fence also helped as a turn on. Normally I would edgemyself for a while, savoring the pinnacle of pleasure, and saving the releasefor another time. Other times I would allow myself to go beyond the point of noreturn and tip over the edge.

One morning my wife and kids had taken off to go some placeI can’t quite remember. I was sitting outside longer than usual. It had been acouple of weeks since my wife and I had fucked, and I had been edging myselffor about a week. When I went outside that morning my balls were sore andbegging for a release. So I sat down, and sipped my coffee, legs spread wide. Iwas slowly stroking myself with these long slow strokes. I heard some activityfrom the other side of the fence, in my neighbor’s yard, but ignored it. (Thisis in the suburbs, the widest part of the lot was only about 17 meters… so youcan hear EVERYHTING that happens in you neighbor’s house…)

I was too far gone to care about anything at that point, soI kept stroking. Agonizingly slow, I was on the verge of orgasm for what feltlike an hour, but was probably just a couple of moments. I heard another soundfrom the neighbors yard. My vision was starting to cloud over, I was seekingstars… My smooth balls contracted hard, and I couldn’t help but gasp as myorgasm overtook me. Cum shot from my hard cock, splattering my face, my mouth, andmy chest. My balls hurt from the intensity of the orgasm.

As I gradually came down from my orgasm, I was wiping thecum that splattered my face into my mouth, savoring the taste. Then I heard anotherrustling from the neighbor's yard, and a distinctly feminine moan. At this pointI figured there really was no point in trying to be modest, she had obviouslybeen  watching long enough. I turnedslightly towards her, giving her a better view while trying not to be obvious.I sipped my coffee, while wiping up the copious amount of cum splattered mybody. Every time I brought my finger to my mouth and licked it clean there wasa slight gasp or moan as she tried to be discrete. Finally I heard a satisfyinggasp as she finally exploded into her own orgasm.

As she finished, the throbbing in my cock had finallysubsided, and I was gradually going soft. I scooped the last of my cum, takingit into my mouth with a smile. Out of the periphery of my sight I saw someslight movement as a dark patch turned light. She had clearly gotten up andmoved.

After a while I heard normal sounds of activity from heryard. I got up and went in for a shower, a smile on my face, and my ownpersonal porn movie running through my mind about what had happened on theother side of the fence. A bit later in the afternoon, I was walking around theback side of the house, and had a look. There was one spot, where I had seenthe motion, that the fence panels didn’t quite fit, and there was a small chipmissing from the fencing. If I sat closely to the fence, I could see wellenough into the neighbor’s yard, and so the same would have been true for herlooking into my yard. My suspicion was confirmed even more so when I met hercoming out of the house a day or two later, and she blushed a little and wasclearly trying to control where her eyes went.

We never spoke about what went on. But I found that on days thather husband was away, I would quite often have an audiance watching me ‘secretly’and getting off along with me. On those days I would try and position myself sothat she got, what I hoped was, a better view. I would always try to make theshow extra special for her, taking satisfaction when I heard the telltale moanof her own pleasure.