I stepped out into the warmth of the sun – it was a wonderfully fine summer's day, one of those stinking hot days we can get in England every few summers, or so. I was wearing a brief little black thong, and I arranged a large beach towel on the recliner, and moved it to face the sun.
On the little wooden table I placed my suntan lotion, then a sheaf of papers I'd printed off from the internet an hour or so before. I put a cold bottle of Becks beer beside the print out, then went inside to fetch the mobile phone.
After rubbing liberal amounts of lotion over my body, I stepped out of my thong and lay back on the lounger, totally naked. I'm 28-years-old, with a well-developed though not muscle-bound body. Where I am muscle-bound is down there. I've got an uncut cock which is eight and three-quarter inches long – I know, 'cos I've measured it.
I was quite comfortable with going nude because my back garden is only overlooked from one side, where there's a double-storey home, but the previous owner of my place put a large trellis all around the garden and it was now fully covered by some lush green plant, don't ask me what, I don't care about plants.
I started to read the story I'd printed out and my cock soon stirred into action. I sipped on my beer, then idly started to stroke my stiffy as I became engrossed in the story.
Suddenly I was jerked back to reality by the phone buzzing. I picked it up. "Hello, it's Dirk Diver here," I answered.
"Hello Dirk," came a woman's voice, deep, husky, hugely sexy, "that must be a very arousing story you're reading there!"
Well, that came as a bit of a shock and I sat up a little. But I instantly knew who was speaking – only a fortnight ago a very foxy, dark-haired lady in her mid-20s, I guessed, had moved next door. I'd done the neighbourly thing and taken around a bottle of wine and a box of chocolates and introduced myself and we'd exchanged phone numbers, the sort of things good neighbours do.
"Hi, Debbi," I replied, knowing it was the foxy lady. "Yes, it is a rather arousing story – something I've printed out from the Literotica website."
"Sounds sexy," came Debbi's hard-on inducing voice. "What's it all about?"
"Oh, it's one of those incest stories," I told her, still aware that my cock was waving skywards. "An uncle is disciplining his wayward 20-year-old niece in quite a devious way."
There was a throaty chuckle down the line, the kind of chuckle that could make a man come! "Well, whatever he's doing to her, he's certainly got your attention, Dirk," said my caller.
"Yes, he's being quite a randy old goat with the poor kid," I laughed.
"And speaking of randy, that's an extremely impressive cock you've got on display there, Dirk. Let me guess – nine inches?"
I grinned. "You flatter me, Debbi," I said, trying to put as deep and husky a timbre in my voice as she had in hers. "But I'm afraid I'm a quarter of an inch short of your assessment."
Debbi gave me another of those spunk-shooting chuckles. "Hey," she laughed, "who's going to argue over a quarter of an inch?"
Now since it was clear that she could see me from her vantage point and since it was clear that she had no objection to witnessing me sporting a super boner, I had a question for her.
"Tell me, Debbi, how come you can see me? I thought this garden was totally secluded."
Another deep-throated chuckle – if she kept that up I'd come in front of her! "Well, to be perfectly honest, Dirk, I had to climb up on a chair to get a good look at you, then when I'd focused my binoculars, I drew the curtains to hide myself. Look!"
And I saw from the upper floor of her house, the curtains part and there, with just the top of the window frame in view, the lovely dark-haired brunette was smiling down at me, one hand holding a mobile phone, the other a tiny but obviously powerful pair of binoculars.
I gave her what I hoped was a nonchalant wave. "And tell me, my darling Debbi," I said, "what do you do when you're not spying on next door neighbours as they're enjoying a bit of erotica?"
Debbi put the binoculars back to her eyes and answered: "Well, my full-time job is a lingerie model – it's very well paid. But can you share a secret, Dirk?"
I would have shared anything with such a fox! "Sure," I replied, trying to sound the most trustworthy man in the world.
"Well, I'm not wearing any – lingerie, that is," Debbi informed me. "Isn't that wicked?"
I laughed: "What are you wearing – don't tell me you're nude?"
Debbi chuckled and to prevent an accident, I pulled my hand away from my thobbing cock.
"What I am wearing is a PVC minidress, it's in red and it's very tight around my body. I can actually see the oultines of my nipples through the top. And the hem hardly covers my bum!"
