I've never really spent any time in my backyard...at least I never USED to spend any time in my backyard. Then you moved in. And you started spending all of that time around the pool in your tiny little bikini sunning yourself. That's when I suddenly started, um...gardening...yeah, that's it...gardening.

Oh, who am I kidding? I'm looking at you. I can't help it! Your tight, hot body in that incredibly skimpy bikini...a man would have to be dead NOT to look! The first couple of weeks I would peer over the privacy fence and just enjoy the work of art that is your sexy body.

My cock would start to stiffen as I stood there, drinking in the incredible sight of your round tits and shapely ***. Then you would do something...just a little something...maybe you would roll over...or rub some lotion on your sexy tummy or down your long legs. That would be enough to send me running into the house.

I would lock myself in the bathroom and beat my hard cock until I shot a huge load all over the place. Once you untied your top so you wouldn't get a tan line across your back. I got the faintest glimpse of your bare breasts as you laid face down on the lounger. I almost didn't make it that time. I barely had my cock out of my shorts before I was blasting a huge load all over the bathroom.

That was the first couple of weeks. Lately, I've been staying right there at my post by the fence. I make sure to position myself in the shade so I'm not that obvious...at least I don't think I'm that obvious. As my cock gets hard, which it always does, I slowly ease my shorts down and slip them out. I wrap my fist around my throbbing shaft and start to stroke as I keep enjoying the sight of you. Then my imagination takes over. I picture all sorts of incredibly nasty things that involve you stroking and sucking and playing with my hard cock. All the while, I am undressing you and licking and nibbling and fingering you until we are both on the verge of explosion.

Then I do...explode, that is. All over the fence. It's only been a couple of weeks, but I've already been forced to move down the fence a bit. The stains are getting embarrassing. I'm working hard to be quiet, and I'm just sure I'm hidden. I'm not impossible to spot, but you would have to look closely. At least, that's what I thought before today.

It was so hard! My hand was sliding up and down my thick, throbbing shaft...I was on the verge of an enormous ******. You were running both hands up and down your legs and I was picturing myself adding some more "lotion" to the proceedings when, suddenly, you stopped and looked almost directly at me. You dropped your lotion, popped up, and nearly ran into the house.

I pulled up my shorts and ran into my house. And that's where I am now...sitting on the sofa...listening to you knocking on my front door.

I'm going to answer the door. I have to. But I don't want to go to the door with a raging hard on

. I'm still at half-mast. My excitement is not all that obvious in my baggy shorts...at least I hope not. I'm going to do it... I'm going to talk to you...I hope I'm not busted.

I open the door and you are standing there looking incredible. "Hello?" I don't quite a stammer...but almost.

"Hi!" You are bright and sunny. You extend your hand and I take it. "Hi! I'm your new neighbor...I moved in about a month ago. I felt bad that we share a back fence and I hadn't introduced myself yet. Mind if I come in?"

You breeze past me. I can smell your hair and the scent of coconut from the tanning lotion that has your legs all shiny and sexy. You are wearing some low-heeled slides and a wrap around your waist. It exposes one thigh in a way that's even sexier than if you were in nothing but your bikini bottoms. Your breasts are firm and round and I glance down as they bounce by me. You let a hand trail across my forearm as you pass by. The heat lingers on my skin. I can feel my cock starting to stiffen again. I'm mute as I turn to follow your progress into the foyer.

That was the first couple of weeks. Lately, I've been staying right there at my post by the fence. I make sure to position myself in the shade so I'm not that obvious...at least I don't think I'm that obvious. As my cock gets hard, which it always does, I slowly ease my shorts down and slip them out. I wrap my fist around my throbbing shaft and start to stroke as I keep enjoying the sight of you. Then my imagination takes over. I picture all sorts of incredibly nasty things that involve you stroking and sucking and playing with my hard cock. All the while, I am undressing you and licking and nibbling and fingering you until we are both on the verge of explosion.

Then I do...explode, that is. All over the fence. It's only been a couple of weeks, but I've already been forced to move down the fence a bit. The stains are getting embarrassing. I'm working hard to be quiet, and I'm just sure I'm hidden. I'm not impossible to spot, but you would have to look closely. At least, that's what I thought before today.

It was so hard! My hand was sliding up and down my thick, throbbing shaft...I was on the verge of an enormous ******. You were running both hands up and down your legs and I was picturing myself adding some more "lotion" to the proceedings when, suddenly, you stopped and looked almost directly at me. You dropped your lotion, popped up, and nearly ran into the house.

I pulled up my shorts and ran into my house. And that's where I am now...sitting on the sofa...listening to you knocking on my front door.

I'm going to answer the door. I have to. But I don't want to go to the door with a raging hard-on. I'm still at half-mast. My excitement is not all that obvious in my baggy shorts...at least I hope not. I'm going to do it... I'm going to talk to you...I hope I'm not busted.

I open the door and you are standing there looking incredible. "Hello?" I don't quite a stammer...but almost.

"Hi!" You are bright and sunny. You extend your hand and I take it. "Hi! I'm your new neighbor...I moved in about a month ago. I felt bad that we share a back fence and I hadn't introduced myself yet. Mind if I come in?"

You breeze past me. I can smell your hair and the scent of coconut from the tanning lotion that has your legs all shiny and sexy. You are wearing some low-heeled slides and a wrap around your waist. It exposes one thigh in a way that's even sexier than if you were in nothing but your bikini bottoms. Your breasts are firm and round and I glance down as they bounce by me. You let a hand trail across my forearm as you pass by. The heat lingers on my skin. I can feel my cock starting to stiffen again. I'm mute as I turn to follow your progress into the foyer.

That was the first couple of weeks. Lately, I've been staying right there at my post by the fence. I make sure to position myself in the shade so I'm not that obvious...at least I don't think I'm that obvious. As my cock gets hard, which it always does, I slowly ease my shorts down and slip them out. I wrap my fist around my throbbing shaft and start to stroke as I keep enjoying the sight of you. Then my imagination takes over. I picture all sorts of incredibly nasty things that involve you stroking and sucking and playing with my hard cock. All the while, I am undressing you and licking and nibbling and fingering you until we are both on the verge of explosion.

Then I do...explode, that is. All over the fence. It's only been a couple of weeks, but I've already been forced to move down the fence a bit. The stains are getting embarrassing. I'm working hard to be quiet, and I'm just sure I'm hidden. I'm not impossible to spot, but you would have to look closely. At least, that's what I thought before today.

It was so hard! My hand was sliding up and down my thick, throbbing shaft...I was on the verge of an enormous ******. You were running both hands up and down your legs and I was picturing myself adding some more "lotion" to the proceedings when, suddenly, you stopped and looked almost directly at me. You dropped your lotion, popped up, and nearly ran into the house.

I pulled up my shorts and ran into my house. And that's where I am now...sitting on the sofa...listening to you knocking on my front door.

I'm going to answer the door. I have to. But I don't want to go to the door with a raging hard-on. I'm still at half-mast. My excitement is not all that obvious in my baggy shorts...at least I hope not. I'm going to do it... I'm going to talk to you...I hope I'm not busted.

I open the door and you are standing there looking incredible. "Hello?" I don't quite a stammer...but almost.

"Hi!" You are bright and sunny. You extend your hand and I take it. "Hi! I'm your new neighbor...I moved in about a month ago. I felt bad that we share a back fence and I hadn't introduced myself yet. Mind if I come in?"

You breeze past me. I can smell your hair and the scent of coconut from the tanning lotion that has your legs all shiny and sexy. You are wearing some low-heeled slides and a wrap around your waist. It exposes one thigh in a way that's even sexier than if you were in nothing but your bikini bottoms. Your breasts are firm and round and I glance down as they bounce by me. You let a hand trail across my forearm as you pass by. The heat lingers on my skin. I can feel my cock starting to stiffen again. I'm mute as I turn to follow your progress into the foyer.

What a lovely home!" You pass through the foyer and step down into the living room. "Mind if I have a seat?" I nod dumbly. "I think you need to have a seat, too...over there." You gesture towards a high-backed armchair facing the sofa. I follow your directions without question. I am hypnotized by your body and your presence.

You don't just sit, but recline on the sofa. You bring one leg up onto the cushions and lie back nestling into the pillows. Then you quite conversationally say, "I know what you've been doing..."

"Pardon me?" I snap out of my reverie and can feel a flush of embarrassment creeping into my cheeks.

Know you've been watching me...in your backyard...as I've been laying out by the pool..."

"Ummm..." I don't know what to say...my mind is screaming "busted!" and I feel like I should be running for the door. I consider protesting...denying...but I can't form the words needed for even a halfhearted lie. I don't move a muscle. I can't tear myself away from your gaze.

You can sense my panic and hurry to calm me. "It's okay. I find it...flattering." You smile and lick your lips. I can see a glint in your eye and the effect is like a jolt of electricity to my cock. I can feel myself stiffening as you continue. "At first I thought it was a little...I don't know... creepy, maybe. But then I saw you and I saw how turned on I was making you and, I have to admit, it got me turned on, too. You're kinda cute. I started looking forward to having you watch me."

As you talk, I notice you are trailing a hand down the sexy curve of your tummy and you untie the wrap at your waist. "Then you started playing with yourself...right there, by the fence...and that turned me on. I could hear your heavy breathing. Some days I could even hear the slapping sound of your hand stroking your hard cock. Do you realize you grunt when you shoot?" You laugh and I offer a tentative smile. "Oh, my GOODNESS! Hearing you explode just a few feet from me like that...every time I would hear you cumming...knowing you were fantasizing about me...it always makes me so wet!"