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Watching my Neighbor

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One day I walked the dog and walked into a woman who liked me to watch...

Each late afternoon I walk my dog. We almost always take the same route and we pass the red house at the corner, sometimes take the main street, sometimes the alleyway behind the house. A woman lives there, by herself as far as I can tell, I saw her a few times and said Gday, how's it going but we never really exchanged more words than that. Sometimes she smiles at me and I smile back. She's probably in her late 30's, brown hair, brown eyes and she has quite a big nose. She's smaller than me and a little overweight but quite attractive. Not spectacularly so but there is something about her that interests me and more than once I have mentally undressed her. Then there was this afternoon when she was mowing her lawn, wearing an old shirt with the top three buttons undone. I walked by and said smiling: "How's it going? Good day for garden work" and she replied, "yeah, all good, well these things need to be done" and then she bowed over the mower to check one thing or another and offered me the best view of her breasts, swinging in her shirt without a bra. I had to stare, then she looked up, right into my eyes and smiled. "Well I better get on with it, have a good one" and she started the mower. Ok, as much as I like looking at tits the thing that hit me was not that nice pair of jugs but the fact that she liked to be stared at. She knew exactly what she did or didn't she? Was it all a mere coincidence and I'm just a dirty old pervert who imagines things. Whatever the case I was intrigued and decided to go back after I finished the walking of the dog. I thought I would just go to the servo to buy some things so I would pass her house again. I must admit that I felt the old twitch in my balls that heralds my horniness. And I was horny as hell. I went down the street and could see her still moving her front lawn. She looked up and saw me coming. She gave me a little wave and turned around and with her back turned to me she slowly bent down and presented her arse. And this time I was sure that she wanted me to ogle and I did. Her shirt hung loose and again I could see her breasts gently swinging. I stared as long as I could and when I passed her I turned my head and saw her grinning at me. Walking became slowly uncomfortable as my cock began to swell and press against my jeans. Fucking hell, can anyone see me? I tried to concentrate on other things but my mind was racing what to do next? When I come back, do I just say something? Start a conversation and see where that will lead? Is that too much, too forward, what does she want? Does she want to shag me or is she just teasing. Would she feel any further advancement as unwanted attention? I have no idea, all I know is that I have to do something because I just can't let this one go without seeing where it would lead. What's the worst thing that could happen? I arrive at the servo and get a cold coke and begin to walk back. When I can see her front yard she's gone. Disappointment fills my head but I am also strangely relieved that I don't have to make a hard decision and maybe embarrass myself. I'm in two minds as I pass her house, then I can hear the mower in her back yard. Ok, I could go through the back alley and look over her fence. I would expose myself as the old pervert that I am because she would see me for sure. Ok, there is no law against looking over fences but I would feel like a horny tomcat and there is no way in hell it would look like anything innocent. It would look like a voyeur and I would cross a line. I enter the back alley and stop. I'm not sure what to do. Peering over her fence into her garden or not? I have seen her garden before, its full of trees and the only way to look into it is where the gate is. Ah, fuck, to hell with it. I will do it. My heart beats faster and I am quite excited and my cock is rising again. I can hear the mower as I approach the gate in her back fence. I gather all my bravery and take the last step and look over the fence. There she is pushing the lawn mover with her back to me. I feel silly as my doubts surface again. What if this was all just a woman who just doesn't give a shit about her naked boobs and who sees them. I feel like an idiot standing there looking at a woman mowing her lawn. I decide to leave it and just go home and if need be have a wank when she turns around and sees me. I am frozen what now? She ignores me, no sign of irritation but also no welcome smile. She just continues mowing the lawn. She now walks towards me just looking, turning around and walking back. Should I just go now and pretend that this never happened? I am not sure, ok, she doesn't seem to mind and when she walks towards me again I'm sure that she doesn't mind. She clearly sees me but just ignores me. She looks right past me as if I wasn't there. I look at her, see the muscles on her legs move when she walks, her breasts bobbing under her shirt. Her face is not showing any sign of welcome or rejection. She continues mowing for another five minutes while I watch, at each turn she sees me watching her but still she doesn't indicate anything. Then she turns off the mower and just walks inside. What the hell? What is that supposed to mean? I stand there like a slack-jawed imbecile and try to think. Ok, that's it, I'm going home, this whole thing was ridiculous. Then she appears again looking at me and then she sits down on a garden bench some ten meters away from me. She reaches for a glass and drinks for a long time. Then she puts the glass down, slouches a little and sits still with her hands in her lap, her eyes are closed. I don't believe it, what's happening here? Her hands slowly start moving down her thighs pushing her legs apart and then slowly, tantalisingly move upwards over her belly, under her shirt until she has her boobs in her hands. My cock is throbbing. I don't believe it. She's slowly massaging her tits under her shirt, rubbing them, I can see her hands moving and then she moves one hand down, into her pants and then I realise her eyes are open and she stares directly at me.

Fucking hell, my cock is screaming now as I watch her slowly moving her hand touching her pussy while she looks at me. Her other hand pushes her shirt up so I can see her breasts, she grabs her right breast and moves further back pushes her hips forward and her other hand reappears from her pants and she opens the button, zips it down. She stands up and strips off her pants and undies, sits down again. Oh my God, she spreads her legs and I can't help but stare at her pussy. My cock is so hard that it nearly hurts but unlike her I'm standing on a public street and any moment someone could walk by or see me. This is torture. Her looks says: I know and she starts rubbing her clit. I stare hypnotised at a woman who is masturbating in front of a complete stranger with a huge boner. I can see how horny that knowledge makes her, she rubs her clit faster now and moves her hips in response and then I hear her moan gently and she does that little orgasmic shake and stops moving. One minute passes by or maybe ten, I don't know. Her breathing calms down again and then she just gets up and goes back into her house. The door closes behind her and I know that its over.

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