I'm a forty two year old African American gal who is happily married to a sixty-four year old Caucasian man and have been for eighteen wonderful years. He has been an excellent provider. I have for the most part, been a home maker. We live in a upperclass neighborhood and with us not having had children of our own, I spend much of my time doing as I wish.
Sexually my husband kept up with me until having prostate cancer. Why do I bring this up? Because I'm unable to bring him up, thus many times I'm having to satisfy myself, in fact most if not all times. He feels very self conscious about what he feels to be an inadequacy.
We have sought sex counselling and from time to time he will engage in getting me off orally or with toys but that has waned with his not being able to cum, to now having little to no sex. We have a hot tub which is located outside off our master bedroom. It's surrounded by a privacy wall where we are free to be nude and freely capable of going in and out our bedroom to the tub with no fear of being seen by neighbours.
Back in the day before his cancer ended our hard times, we made love all the time in and around our tub, always taking it back to our bed. I loved it, we loved it and I long for those days.
Nothing was better than our love making under the stars and in broad daylight. We no longer enjoy the tub in the same way but I often go out on my own and lay out in the sun after having a tub.
There's something about being nude outside that always makes me horny. It's not uncommon for me to lay there with my buds in my ears, letting my mind fantasize and my fingers wondering in my nether regions or bringing various toys to work out my needs for an orgasm. Pretty much the norm.
One such afternoon I was busy with meeting my needs. After soaking in the tub I laid in the sun with fingers shredding my clit. At one point I looked up to see my neighbour's twenty-three year old son Kevin, on his parent's roof top looking down on me, taking in my solo performance.
At the time, I had no idea as to why he was there but later found out he was inspecting the roof at his father's request, looking for possible damage done after a freak hail storm hit us some weeks prior. All I knew was he was standing there on the roof watching me fingering myself.
I was temporarily startled but didn't let on. Because I was wearing sunglasses, he had no way of knowing that I had seen him. I stopped momentarily but the hot flush of excitement of being watched overcame me.
I've never been the exhibitionist type so I was surprised that I was feeling the way I was and continued working on myself.
Kevin stood totally still as if not wanting to be detected. I can't adequately put into words just how excited I was at being watched, particularly by a much younger man.
I took my sweet time, a long time, before reaching orgasm. Every-time I was about to cum, I backed off. I probably could have finished my work in mere minutes but prolonged my pleasure to close to thirty minutes which only served in bringing about an abnormally strong climax with my body convulsing in aftershocks for minutes after.
I looked at Kevin's response to what he had just witnessed. He was rubbing his crotch but hadn't the nerve to pull out his cock and do what needed to be done.
I never let on that I knew he was there. The next day, same time, I made my way out hoping he would be there again and like clock work, there he was! I took in a tub, him watching intently. I played with my ample "D's" to keep his interest. After 10 minutes or so I exited the tub laying on the deck with my dark black skin glistening wet ready to give him another show.
He watched as I let my hands caress my entire body. I licked my nipples, squeezing my breasts together which seemed to coax his cock out of his pants. He situated himself beside the chimney so as to reduce his chances of being seen by others.
