My Neighbor, The Voyeur

I lived in Australia for about 20 years before moving back
to the us. We had a small lot of land in the suburbs, just big enough for the
house, a patio and a small patch of grass.

The Australian sun is very harsh during the summer, so the
only time it’s really safe to be out is in the early mornings. Late Spring through
to early Autumn I had my morning routine. I would get up, naked, make my coffee
and go outside, sitting on the patio and soak up some early morning sun on my
full body. There is something highly erotic about sunlight on your nether
regions. It’s like you can feel the touch of the sun, and the occasional breeze
teasing you, and bringing you to life. I would almost always end up extremely hard,
usually feeling horny.

Sometimes the feeling would be too much to ignore and I
would be there, legs spread, sipping my coffee, slowly stroking my cock. The
sun on my bare smooth skin was exhilarating. The fact that some of the “soccer
moms” would be walking by on the footpath, barely a couple of meters from me, on
the other side of the fence also helped as a turn on. Normally I would edge
myself for a while, savoring the pinnacle of pleasure, and saving the release
for another time. Other times I would allow myself to go beyond the point of no
return and tip over the edge.

One morning my wife and kids had taken off to go some place
I can’t quite remember. I was sitting outside longer than usual. It had been a
couple of weeks since my wife and I had fucked, and I had been edging myself
for about a week. When I went outside that morning my balls were sore and
begging for a release. So I sat down, and sipped my coffee, legs spread wide. I
was slowly stroking myself with these long slow strokes. I heard some activity
from the other side of the fence, in my neighbor’s yard, but ignored it. (This
is in the suburbs, the widest part of the lot was only about 17 meters… so you
can hear EVERYHTING that happens in you neighbor’s house…)

I was too far gone to care about anything at that point, so
I kept stroking. Agonizingly slow, I was on the verge of orgasm for what felt
like an hour, but was probably just a couple of moments. I heard another sound
from the neighbors yard. My vision was starting to cloud over, I was seeking
stars… My smooth balls contracted hard, and I couldn’t help but gasp as my
orgasm overtook me. Cum shot from my hard cock, splattering my face, my mouth, and
my chest. My balls hurt from the intensity of the orgasm.

As I gradually came down from my orgasm, I was wiping the
cum that splattered my face into my mouth, savoring the taste. Then I heard another
rustling from the neighbor's yard, and a distinctly feminine moan. At this point
I figured there really was no point in trying to be modest, she had obviously
been  watching long enough. I turned
slightly towards her, giving her a better view while trying not to be obvious.
I sipped my coffee, while wiping up the copious amount of cum splattered my
body. Every time I brought my finger to my mouth and licked it clean there was
a slight gasp or moan as she tried to be discrete. Finally I heard a satisfying
gasp as she finally exploded into her own orgasm.

As she finished, the throbbing in my cock had finally
subsided, and I was gradually going soft. I scooped the last of my cum, taking
it into my mouth with a smile. Out of the periphery of my sight I saw some
slight movement as a dark patch turned light. She had clearly gotten up and
moved.

After a while I heard normal sounds of activity from her
yard. I got up and went in for a shower, a smile on my face, and my own
personal porn movie running through my mind about what had happened on the
other side of the fence. A bit later in the afternoon, I was walking around the
back side of the house, and had a look. There was one spot, where I had seen
the motion, that the fence panels didn’t quite fit, and there was a small chip
missing from the fencing. If I sat closely to the fence, I could see well
enough into the neighbor’s yard, and so the same would have been true for her
looking into my yard. My suspicion was confirmed even more so when I met her
coming out of the house a day or two later, and she blushed a little and was
clearly trying to control where her eyes went.

We never spoke about what went on. But I found that on days that
her husband was away, I would quite often have an audiance watching me ‘secretly’
and getting off along with me. On those days I would try and position myself so
that she got, what I hoped was, a better view. I would always try to make the
show extra special for her, taking satisfaction when I heard the telltale moan
of her own pleasure.