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Comments and feedback welcome!", "writing": "I could see you stroking yourself as I swam, the first time I thought it was just coincidence, the second I could see how your muzzle was tilted, you thought you were being subtle as you sat in your room and watched me.\nIt was maybe on the fourth day I decided to stop wearing my swimming costume.\nIt was thrilling, I’d not been skinny dipping for years, much less while I lived here or had pups, and here I was doing it explicitly because I knew you were masturbating to me.\n\nWe played this game, me pretending to not see you, you pretending to not watch me, for maybe two weeks over that long hot summer before I invited you down.\nYou where home alone, up in your room playing games and watching me, so I decided to come over and invite you for some company and lunch.\nYou where reticent at first, but a bit of cajoling brought you over.\nWe sat by the pool as we ate. I was in only my bikini having shed the wrap I had worn to invite you over, you in shorts and a t-shirt. I caught you sneaking glances but didn't say anything, just adjusted my posture and the hang of the suit to give you a more interesting view.\nAfter lunch I sat and sunned myself before returning to the pool, you sat and read.\nI could feel you eyes on me, see the tent in your shorts as I returned to the pool.\nAll too soon the evening came and you had to go home.\nI invited you to spend the next day over, the company was welcome.\n\nI spent that night wondering about you. I could see you masturbate but I couldn't see your cock. I wondered how you'd feel as you fucked me on one of the sun loungers.\nAs I mused on this my hands slipped into the bedside drawer and pulled out my six inch \"marital aid\".\nIt isn't that my husband is neglectful of me. He does his duties well enough when he can but travelling so much for work does take him away from me for so long and so often.\nI don't think he'd ever cheat on me, he still looks at me in the same way he did when we first started dating. Hell he rang me in floods of tears when his colleges took him to a strip bar and he enjoyed himself! He had stepped outside and called me from down the block. I told him he could enjoy himself, after all, it was healthy and natural, and I wanted him to tell him all about the women, after all I do like to eye up the odd lady too, our fourth date was to a burlesque show after which we fucked as he told me dirty fantasies so why would it be any different after years of marriage?\nI love my husband, but it'd been... Oh maybe three or four months since we fucked, and about half that since we \"made love\".\nBut that doesn't matter, you where there and available and definitely willing if how enthusiastically you where stroking yourself when you watched me was any indication.\n\nYou spent the day sitting on the patio and deck reading and on your phone while I swam and did a bit of gardening. I'm not a gardener, we have a few pots that I put seeds and bulbs in and I weed from time to time, it's something to do, being kept gets tedious, not that I don't appreciate my luck and my husband's hard work but I suppose I'm just making excuses, a bored housewife spots the handsome young man next door and decides to try playing \"cougar\" as a diversion. What a trite and tired trope that is, of course normally the husband is unsatisfactory so a slightly different specifics but still, board rich kept bitch wants to fuck the young neighbour dog is a trope for a reason it turns out.\n\nAfter lunch I suggested you fetch your swimming costume and join me. You obliged and returned in baggy surf style shorts that even wet and clingy didn't show much. That, to me, was entirely unacceptable, but a good start as I got to see your toned body slicked with water, fur clinging in just the right way and only the slightest hint of bulge.\nWe swam and splashed, and that night, as I sat sipping wine in the warm summer evening I saw you again at your desk, the distinct movement of a man masturbating silhouetted by your room light.\n\nOf course you probably wonder how I know what a man masturbating looks like when viewed from the waist up from the first floor though a window from a neighbouring garden.\nIt's simple, I have a husband, a son, brothers and grew up with a best friend who also had brothers.\nI could probably tell you if a lady was doing the same having a daughter and younger sister too for what that's worth. Plus, a bit of imagination. Maybe you weren't and where just really enjoying whatever game you played and just happen to look like that. Naturally as I write this I know the answer, as I feel your most recent load slowly soak my panties after huffing your confessions into my ear.\n\nYou came over the next day as requested but said you couldn't swim as your costume needed washed.\nI offered to lend you one of my sons or husbands, they're both about the same build as you after all so the fit would be fine.\nYou accepted so I went straight to my daughter's room and grab a pair of her shorts.\nYou seemed embarrassed as you stepped out the pool house before I finally convinced you to drop your towel. You accepted they are racing shorts without questioning the fit, which was very good for me as I got to enjoy a spectacular view.\nDon't worry, my daughter never knew you'd stretched out the crotch substantially with your hefty package.\nYou relaxed and joined me.\nThe ill fitting suit riding up and gripping in just the right ways.\nI had to restrain myself from jumping you then and there.\n\nWhen we climbed out the midday sun was hanging heavy over us, you complained slightly about how uncomfortable the suit was and wondered about running home to get yours as it must have dried out. I suggested we perhaps simply do without.\nThis took you from left field but I batted it away with that I had a son and husband and brothers and so on so it's not like I've never seen it before, and they would sometimes use the pool in nothing but fur when their suits needed to be washed.\nIt was convenient you'd only recently moved to the area so couldn't call my bluff as having never seen (as surly, let's be honest, you'd have noticed my daughter doing so if the boys supposedly did she’s a fine figure for a bitch her age).\nYou said you'd keep it in mind but the suit was fine.\nSo of course I slipped mine off as I returned to the pool.\nYou strangled out some excuse after watching me do a couple of laps like this and dashed home.\nThankfully you said you'd come over the next day so I hadn't scared you off.\n\nYou returned the next day with your shorts and my daughter's, clearly not having noticed the label, and joined me to relax about the place again. We chatted and idled.\nI managed to contrive a way to ask about if you had a girlfriend, or boyfriend, thankfully the answer was you didn't, so it wasn't some misguided sense of loyalty that was keeping you from me.\nAs I lounged in the sun, and commented I sometimes saw you playing on your computer and how intense they must get from your expression, not that I watched just that from where I liked to lie your room was just by coincidence visible. You could probably see me too, but of course it would be rude to spy on ones neighbours like that. I was doing my best coy and sultry bit, and it seemed to be working.\n\nWith the seed sown the day passed, being home over summer before collage you spent the evenings with your parents usually and unfortunately.\nHowever this night they'd be back late, you mother may have to fly out somewhere and father was held up too.\nSo I could easily take advantage of that little seed I'd planted, and stripped off, keeping an eye on your window I made sure you where looking when I started to masturbate.\nI made sure to make it quite obvious, drawing my knees up grasping one of my breasts as I did so.\nI could tell you were doing the same too, you’re gaze was quite shameless and obvious.\nI imagined you finally freeing the bulging package I'd been eyeing the last few days and not fucking me.\nNot yet.\nI wanted to watch you as you watched me.\nI wanted that build up.\nThe hunt, the chase.\n\nAnd watch me you did.\n\nYou only spent an hour or so over the next day, having errands to run.\n\nThat evening however you had time alone again, so I put on another show. This time with one of my \"marital aids\".\nAgain you where a willing and enthusiastic audience.\n\nAs a turn around you came over the next day, and as we snacked, contrived to drop some dip on your shorts. Not wanting to dirty the water you, with a bit of embarrassment, took them off making a joke about how you'd seen me already and you couldn’t keep borroing shorts from my famil so “oh well... Haha awkward”.\n\nFinally!\n\nFinally I got to see what you where hiding.\nA nice pink uncut prick hanging between your tan legs over a decent pair of balls, fuzzy sack hanging low in the summer heat.\nBigger than my son soft (who, having caught him often enough, is quite a grower), smaller than the husband (who is something of a grower but is pretty decent when soft too...), a nice \"just right\".\nAs I watched you started to harden.\nYou jumped in the pool quickly, clearly trying to get in and hide it before you swelled up too much.\nAs we splashed and swam you managed to keep yourself remarkably under control, much to my disappointment.\n\nIt wasn't until the late afternoon, not long before you had to go home, that your composure failed.\nYou where flopped on one of the sun loungers drying off when I climbed out and settled next to you.\nYou where at full mast almost immediately. You where a good size, not growing much so settling at a reasonable six or so inches.\nI pressed myself against your side and trailed my hand over your thigh.\nI asked if you'd liked the shows I'd put on.\nYou stammered and admitted you did and how much you enjoyed watching me.\nI asked if you'd like to see one up close, and if so if you'd put one on for me.\n\nYour eyes where glued to my hand as I slowly slid it down to my bare crotch and slowly cupped it, fingers trailing around my sex as you watched.\nI urged to to do the same.\nAs if in a trance you reached down and took hold of yourself, slowly stroking yourself as I eased one, then another finger in to my cunt.\nWe ogled each other, shifting to be better comfortable as we mutually touched ourselves, masturbating together as we had so many times before, this time though desperate only inches separating us it felt even further than when you where in your room as I so desperately wanted to reach out and touch you, feel you slide in to me.\nBut I couldn't, not yet.\nI wanted to tease myself with you.\nFor as long as I could.\nI wanted you to make the first move if possible.\nSo we lay there, side by side, starting to huff and pant as we drew ourselves closer to climax watching the other.\nYou broke the panting, charged silence warning me you where getting close, that you'd cum soon.\nI urged you on, to cum for me, show me how much you enjoyed this, that if you did I would too.\nYour first sped up, the slick pink flesh of your cock sliding though your fingers, bell like tip hooding and unhooding as your foreskin slid over it.\n\nMy own fingers worked faster and harder within and against me. Not quite keeping as frantic a pace as you where but close.\nI huffed and moaned, telling you how close I was, urging you to cum with me, to finish at the same time, to watch me cum as I watched you.\n\nYou're eyes locked on my fingers working at my cunt as I told you I was doing it for you.\nYou gasped out my name (well, marital title and surname... Which made it all the hotter, being reminded I was the sexy older woman next door you where enjoying the company of, it made it all the more naughty. Here's to you Mrs Robinson indeed...) as you jerked and splattered over yourself a healthy dose of cum.\nI moaned out your name too as I came. It was a bit of an affectation, I don't normally get vocal but you young studs seem to like it, I know my husband did, and does, and that extra encouragement and enjoyment they get I enjoy in turn.\n\nWe lay panting next to each other, your softening shaft resting flaccid on your stomach, webs of sticky seed linking your fingers as you grinned stupidly next to me, tail flicking as I praised you gently for what you did.\nI slid my hand from my cunt, fine beads of my own juices glinted on my fingers and held it up. You took my hand and slowly licked my fingers, then took them into your mouth as if giving a blow job, I must confess normally I only see a giving partner suck cum off the others (or their own) fingers in such a way. It was most unusual but you grinned and pulled off with a smirk.\nYou definitely needed a shower before you could go home, or get in the pool again.\nNot that my husband hasn't fucked me bare in there, or that I've not given him a sly handy in it and the hot tub. It's just more work to get out the filters and such.\nPlus, well, showers ... Shower heads ... Lathery bodies and fur wash...\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "I could see you stroking yourself as I swam, the first time I thought it was just coincidence, the second I could see how your muzzle was tilted, you thought you were being subtle as you sat in your room and watched me.
It was maybe on the fourth day I decided to stop wearing my swimming costume.
It was thrilling, I’d not been skinny dipping for years, much less while I lived here or had pups, and here I was doing it explicitly because I knew you were masturbating to me.

We played this game, me pretending to not see you, you pretending to not watch me, for maybe two weeks over that long hot summer before I invited you down.
You where home alone, up in your room playing games and watching me, so I decided to come over and invite you for some company and lunch.
You where reticent at first, but a bit of cajoling brought you over.
We sat by the pool as we ate. I was in only my bikini having shed the wrap I had worn to invite you over, you in shorts and a t-shirt. I caught you sneaking glances but didn't say anything, just adjusted my posture and the hang of the suit to give you a more interesting view.
After lunch I sat and sunned myself before returning to the pool, you sat and read.
I could feel you eyes on me, see the tent in your shorts as I returned to the pool.
All too soon the evening came and you had to go home.
I invited you to spend the next day over, the company was welcome.

I spent that night wondering about you. I could see you masturbate but I couldn't see your cock. I wondered how you'd feel as you fucked me on one of the sun loungers.
As I mused on this my hands slipped into the bedside drawer and pulled out my six inch "marital aid".
It isn't that my husband is neglectful of me. He does his duties well enough when he can but travelling so much for work does take him away from me for so long and so often.
I don't think he'd ever cheat on me, he still looks at me in the same way he did when we first started dating. Hell he rang me in floods of tears when his colleges took him to a strip bar and he enjoyed himself! He had stepped outside and called me from down the block. I told him he could enjoy himself, after all, it was healthy and natural, and I wanted him to tell him all about the women, after all I do like to eye up the odd lady too, our fourth date was to a burlesque show after which we fucked as he told me dirty fantasies so why would it be any different after years of marriage?
I love my husband, but it'd been... Oh maybe three or four months since we fucked, and about half that since we "made love".
But that doesn't matter, you where there and available and definitely willing if how enthusiastically you where stroking yourself when you watched me was any indication.

You spent the day sitting on the patio and deck reading and on your phone while I swam and did a bit of gardening. I'm not a gardener, we have a few pots that I put seeds and bulbs in and I weed from time to time, it's something to do, being kept gets tedious, not that I don't appreciate my luck and my husband's hard work but I suppose I'm just making excuses, a bored housewife spots the handsome young man next door and decides to try playing "cougar" as a diversion. What a trite and tired trope that is, of course normally the husband is unsatisfactory so a slightly different specifics but still, board rich kept bitch wants to fuck the young neighbour dog is a trope for a reason it turns out.

After lunch I suggested you fetch your swimming costume and join me. You obliged and returned in baggy surf style shorts that even wet and clingy didn't show much. That, to me, was entirely unacceptable, but a good start as I got to see your toned body slicked with water, fur clinging in just the right way and only the slightest hint of bulge.
We swam and splashed, and that night, as I sat sipping wine in the warm summer evening I saw you again at your desk, the distinct movement of a man masturbating silhouetted by your room light.

Of course you probably wonder how I know what a man masturbating looks like when viewed from the waist up from the first floor though a window from a neighbouring garden.
It's simple, I have a husband, a son,  brothers and grew up with a best friend who also had brothers.
I could probably tell you if a lady was doing the same having a daughter and younger sister too for what that's worth. Plus, a bit of imagination. Maybe you weren't and where just really enjoying whatever game you played and just happen to look like that. Naturally as I write this I know the answer, as I feel your most recent load slowly soak my panties after huffing your confessions into my ear.

You came over the next day as requested but said you couldn't swim as your costume needed washed.
I offered to lend you one of my sons or husbands, they're both about the same build as you after all so the fit would be fine.
You accepted so I went straight to my daughter's room and grab a pair of her shorts.
You seemed embarrassed as you stepped out the pool house before I finally convinced you to drop your towel. You accepted they are racing shorts without questioning the fit, which was very good for me as I got to enjoy a spectacular view.
Don't worry, my daughter never knew you'd stretched out the crotch substantially with your hefty package.
You relaxed and joined me.
The ill fitting suit riding up and gripping in just the right ways.
I had to restrain myself from jumping you then and there.

When we climbed out the midday sun was hanging heavy over us, you complained slightly about how uncomfortable the suit was and wondered about running home to get yours as it must have dried out.  I suggested we perhaps simply do without.
This took you from left field but I batted it away with that I had a son and husband and brothers and so on so it's not like I've never seen it before, and they would sometimes use the pool in nothing but fur when their suits needed to be washed.
It was convenient you'd only recently moved to the area so couldn't call my bluff as having never seen (as surly, let's be honest, you'd have noticed my daughter doing so if the boys supposedly did she’s a fine figure for a bitch her age).
You said you'd keep it in mind but the suit was fine.
So of course I slipped mine off as I returned to the pool.
You strangled out some excuse after watching me do a couple of laps like this and dashed home.
Thankfully you said you'd come over the next day so I hadn't scared you off.

You returned the next day with your shorts and my daughter's, clearly not having noticed the label, and joined me to relax about the place again. We chatted and idled.
I managed to contrive a way to ask about if you had a girlfriend, or boyfriend, thankfully the answer was you didn't, so it wasn't some misguided sense of loyalty that was keeping you from me.
As I lounged in the sun, and commented I sometimes saw you playing on your computer and how intense they must get from your expression, not that I watched just that from where I liked to lie your room was just by coincidence visible. You could probably see me too, but of course it would be rude to spy on ones neighbours like that. I was doing my best coy and sultry bit, and it seemed to be working.

With the seed sown the day passed, being home over summer before collage you spent the evenings with your parents usually and unfortunately.
However this night they'd be back late, you mother may have to fly out somewhere and father was held up too.
So I could easily take advantage of that little seed I'd planted, and stripped off, keeping an eye on your window I made sure you where looking when I started to masturbate.
I made sure to make it quite obvious, drawing my knees up grasping one of my breasts as I did so.
I could tell you were doing the same too, you’re gaze was quite shameless and obvious.
I imagined you finally freeing the bulging package I'd been eyeing the last few days and not fucking me.
Not yet.
I wanted to watch you as you watched me.
I wanted that build up.
The hunt, the chase.

And watch me you did.

You only spent an hour or so over the next day, having errands to run.

That evening however you had time alone again, so I put on another show. This time with one of my "marital aids".
Again you where a willing and enthusiastic audience.

As a turn around you came over the next day, and as we snacked, contrived to drop some dip on your shorts. Not wanting to dirty the water you, with a bit of embarrassment, took them off making a joke about how you'd seen me already and you couldn’t keep borroing shorts from my famil so “oh well... Haha awkward”.

Finally!

Finally I got to see what you where hiding.
A nice pink uncut prick hanging between your tan legs over a decent pair of balls, fuzzy sack hanging low in the summer heat.
Bigger than my son soft (who, having caught him often enough, is quite a grower), smaller than the husband (who is something of a grower but is pretty decent when soft too...), a nice "just right".
As I watched you started to harden.
You jumped in the pool quickly, clearly trying to get in and hide it before you swelled up too much.
As we splashed and swam you managed to keep yourself remarkably under control, much to my disappointment.

It wasn't until the late afternoon, not long before you had to go home, that your composure failed.
You where flopped on one of the sun loungers drying off when I climbed out and settled next to you.
You where at full mast almost immediately. You where a good size, not growing much so settling at a reasonable six or so inches.
I pressed myself against your side and trailed my hand over your thigh.
I asked if you'd liked the shows I'd put on.
You stammered and admitted you did and how much you enjoyed watching me.
I asked if you'd like to see one up close, and if so if you'd put one on for me.

Your eyes where glued to my hand as I slowly slid it down to my bare crotch and slowly cupped it, fingers trailing around my sex as you watched.
I urged to to do the same.
As if in a trance you reached down and took hold of yourself, slowly stroking yourself as I eased one, then another finger in to my cunt.
We ogled each other, shifting to be better comfortable as we mutually touched ourselves, masturbating together as we had so many times before, this time though desperate only inches separating us it felt even further than when you where in your room as I so desperately wanted to reach out and touch you, feel you slide in to me.
But I couldn't, not yet.
I wanted to tease myself with you.
For as long as I could.
I wanted you to make the first move if possible.
So we lay there, side by side, starting to huff and pant as we drew ourselves closer to climax watching the other.
You broke the panting, charged silence warning me you where getting close, that you'd cum soon.
I urged you on, to cum for me, show me how much you enjoyed this, that if you did I would too.
Your first sped up, the slick pink flesh of your cock sliding though your fingers, bell like tip hooding and unhooding as your foreskin slid over it.

My own fingers worked faster and harder within and against me. Not quite keeping as frantic a pace as you where but close.
I huffed and moaned, telling you how close I was, urging you to cum with me, to finish at the same time, to watch me cum as I watched you.

You're eyes locked on my fingers working at my cunt as I told you I was doing it for you.
You gasped out my name (well, marital title and surname... Which made it all the hotter, being reminded I was the sexy older woman next door you where enjoying the company of, it made it all the more naughty. Here's to you Mrs Robinson indeed...) as you jerked and splattered over yourself a healthy dose of cum.
I moaned out your name too as I came. It was a bit of an affectation, I don't normally get vocal but you young studs seem to like it, I know my husband did, and does, and that extra encouragement and enjoyment they get I enjoy in turn.

We lay panting next to each other, your softening shaft resting flaccid on your stomach, webs of sticky seed linking your fingers as you grinned stupidly next to me, tail flicking as I praised you gently for what you did.
I slid my hand from my cunt, fine beads of my own juices glinted on my fingers and held it up. You took my hand and slowly licked my fingers, then took them into your mouth as if giving a blow job, I must confess normally I only see a giving partner suck cum off the others (or their own) fingers in such a way. It was most unusual but you grinned and pulled off with a smirk.
You definitely needed a shower before you could go home, or get in the pool again.
Not that my husband hasn't fucked me bare in there, or that I've not given him a sly handy in it and the hot tub. It's just more work to get out the filters and such.
Plus, well, showers ... Shower heads ... Lathery bodies and fur wash...
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