I just got new neighbors next door to me, Jack and Sandy. In the few weeks they have been here, I have rarely seen Jack. The neighborhood chatter says he is away on job related travel quite often. His wife Sandy, doesn't work at all. Sandy is a heavy set woman with dark brown hair, down to her shoulders. She has a cute face and she is thick through her body. The house they bought has a inground pool. Although there is a fairly high fence around it, from my second floor bedroom I can see the pool clearly.
On the hot days lately, Sandy has been sunning her body. She will lie down on a deck chair and then remove the top and bottom of her bathing suit. I guess I shouldn't be looking, but Sandy has taken to use her fingers on herself once she has disrobed. I didn't think I would be turned on by an overweight woman. However the sight of Sandy sticking her fingers inside her pussy gets me so horny. I have started to watch her and stroke my cock and she fingers herself.
I normally have my windows shut, but this one day I was letting the screens down to get some fresh air into the house. Suddenly I heard these noises coming from next door. As I looked out the window, Sandy was masturbating once more. She was using a vibrator to work inside her wet pussy. I was mightily turned on and I pulled my pants down and exposed my cock. I started to stroke my shaft and watch Sandy push her long vibe deep in her slit.
I must have been noisy myself. Sandy turned and looked up at my window. There I was with my cock in hand. Sandy only looked for a few seconds, then gathered her clothes and went inside. I was so embarrassed. Not only did I get caught looking, I probably ruined my chances to ever see her naked again. A few days later, I was outside doing some yard work. Sandy was outside as well and motioned for me to come over. She asked if I could give her a hand with some chores around the house. Jack wasn't expected back for a few days, and she needed help now.
I went inside her house for the first time. Everything was neat and spotless. Sandy kept a tidy home, if nothing else. We walked back down the hallway and back to what seemed to be the main bedroom. Sandy turned to me.
"Were you spying on me the other day, Larry?"
I sort of stuttered and told her I had heard some noises and looked out the window.