(Hello all. It has been a super long time since I wrote anything. I hope you like this.)
It started a few years ago. My wife at the time and I moved into this community and it wasn't long until we met our neighbors. He was an older gentleman who was nice. She was a good-looking woman who doted on her husband and was always a bit flirty. We became good friends. Then breast cancer took my wife and lung cancer took her husband. In order to help each other heal, I told her that she could use the pool in our yard whenever she wanted. She came over a few times a week. Sometimes, she swam a few laps. Other times, she just took advantage of the privacy and laid out in the sun.
That day was just like the second type of day. There she was sitting in a lounge chair sunning herself wearing her turquoise swimsuit. It was not a bikini, but it was not the type that covers everything either. She was a gorgeous specimen of womanhood to behold. I love her long brown hair and her beautiful body. I felt kind of creepy watching her from my window, but at the same time it was a beautiful view.
The first touch that caught my interest was when she slid her hand underneath the top and started to slowly touch her breasts. I was only afforded a partial view at that moment, so I was watching with interest. I watched as her hands ran across her chest slowly, unsure whether she knew there was an audience of one during this interlude. This went on for a few moments before I made the decision to slide down to the ground level to catch more views or perhaps more.
At the ground floor, I quietly opened the sliding glass door before noticing I would have no view. The only thing I could see from that vantage point was her hair. I made the brave decision to creep closer so I could watch more. I then heard the tell-tale signs of her touching a different part of her body. Her moans were intoxicating. I was getting inebriated off them as she touched herself. I finally found a vantage point where I could watch.
Her eyes were shut. Her mouth was open and little beads of sweat formed on her brow. Her left hand was inside the bottom of her suit. Her right breast was exposed to my sight and her moans were loud. I held back knowing in my heart that I did not want to interrupt this performance. There was a sense that she was free as she performed. It was as if she were able to unleash and I would benefit from the display.
