1 comments/ 91324 views/ 2 favorites Neighbor On Deck By: Goshawk My house and my neighbors are at the end of a cul-de-sac. Both houses back up to a dense stand of trees and thicket. It suits me fine that there is only one other house next to mine. I am a very private person and just don’t like all of the neighborly rituals that occur in more developed residential areas. Most of the residents on my street are young families and have more than their fare share of time constraints. Other than an occasional wave there is absolutely no interaction. The isolation is what I savor. After more than my share of failed relationships there is no current desire to throw myself back into the dating fray. Now don’t get me wrong, I still love being around women. But having women friends, at work and away, is all I need right now. They understand what has occurred in my past and have been unbelievably supportive. Actually, most of my friends are much younger than me. That is just the nature of my work at the small college nearby. I am contracted to do historical research for an on-campus governmental study group. At first it was distracting to be around so many young coeds but over time they became friends. I enjoy the youthful vigor, the teasing, but they are more like daughters and I intend to keep it that way. My next-door neighbor is another story. I have only seen her on few occasions. We briefly introduced ourselves when I was moving into the house. She is an emergency room nurse and works graveyard shifts. She is sleeping while I am at work and gone when I return. This almost gives me the feeling that the house next door is vacant. There are very few times that she has had company. Other than a wave and hello while doing yard work there is no contact. Not that I wouldn’t mind some. I know that I have stressed how much I enjoy the privacy and isolation but she is just too tempting. She is very tiny. But she is not a waif. Her height is only about five foot but the figure is that of a Greek goddess. Her hair is very short and ink black in color. Her skin is pale, like fine porcelain. What is most striking are her eyes. They are the lightest shade of blue that I have ever seen. Framed by her dark eyebrows and hair they seem to fluoresce. Other than the initial fantasy about what she would be like I had to resign myself to the few chance meetings that our opposite schedules allowed. Oh well, fantasy was not a bad thing. After several months of what seemed like non-stop work there was finally time to take several days of well-deserved vacation. All I wanted to do was catch up on some much needed work in the yard and relax. I woke early in the morning to start the landscaping project I had envisioned when purchasing the house. After several hours of hard labor, the initial digging, trimming, and planting was almost complete. I decided to reward the effort with a cold beer on the deck where I could look out onto my yard and contemplate the next step. My deck was high enough to see over the privacy fence into my neighbors yard. I could see much of the yard and by looking through the vines covering the fence top I could also see most of the deck. After finishing my beer the sun felt too good to venture into the yard right away. I decided that getting some more sun on my too pale body would be the correct choice. I lay in the chaise lounge, dosing at times, staring into space, just lost in my thoughts when I detected movement next door. My neighbor was coming out onto her deck. She was carrying a small bag and sat it next to her reclining deck chair. She was wearing a modest black bikini. It almost looked like something that would be worn at the gym. I remember thinking about the contrast of the dark hair and fabric against her skin. She sat on the edge of her chair and removed a bottle of lotion from the bag. After a few minutes of rubbing it into her face, arms, shoulders, stomach, and legs I was feeling even warmer. There was nothing sensuous about how she applied the lotion but watching her without her knowledge certainly was. She could have seen me if she had looked in the right direction but I guess she wasn’t used to anyone being at my house during the day. And only my head would have been visible over the tops of the jasmine. She removed a book from the bag, adjusted the chair, pulled her sunglasses down, and settled into the seat. I was still in a partial sleep state and only glanced her direction from time to time. There was work to do but it was my vacation and if all I wanted to do was sit back and watch my neighbor that was acceptable. As the sun raised higher in the sky the temperature started to climb. It would not have been uncomfortable had there been some shade to sit in but having shade meant losing my view of the nearby deck. Sometimes there just has to be sacrifices in life. She had been reading her book for quite some time when I saw her place it on the table. I thought she was getting ready to go back inside but after shifting in the chair she seemed to be settling in for a nap of her own. I could tell that she was feeling the effects of the now afternoon sun. Her skin was glistening with sweat and her hair seemed to be damp as well. I really didn’t think that any sunscreen could protect that pale skin from burning. Actually, I was wondering when she would go in because my own skin was getting a light tinge of pink. But I guess that is part of being a stubborn male? I was almost to the point of abandoning my post when she started to stir in the chair. She slowly ran her fingertips from her shoulder to the wrist. Her right hand rose to her neck and the middle finger began to lightly trace the lines from her neck to upper chest. I was transfixed on every movement. Her finger created a path from her neck, down the center of her chest, down to her navel, then slid to the side and followed the inside of her thigh to the knee. After retracing her journey she began again using the other hand to caress her left side. Her right hand moved up to her bikini top and slowly traced concentrically smaller rings around her left breast. When she reached the center, obviously circling the nipple, her mouth opened so she could moisten her lips with her tongue. Her body posture was slowly changing. She had shifted lower in the chair, her knees were slightly bent, and her head was tilted back. After what seemed an inordinate amount of time tracing the outline of her breasts and nipples she put a finger under the bottom edge of the fabric and pulled the top over her breasts. Her breasts were stunning. They were full but definitely natural. They were so white next to the pinkness of the adjacent sun-drenched skin. Her small hands could not completely cover them. She took a breast in each hand and alternately squeezed. Her nipples were long and erect. I had never seen a woman with nipples as long and thick. They looked like the end of one of my fingers. She then took each nipple between her thumb and index fingers. I could see her tugging, pinching, and pulling. After being rough she would settle back into the soft caresses of earlier. Her head was back further and her mouth was again open. Her breathing was definitely becoming labored. I could easily see the rise and fall of her chest. The glistening of her skin was more pronounced than before with rivulets running down her sides. She then let her left hand wander down her stomach while continuing the attention to her breasts and nipples. Her legs parted more as her hand slid between the thighs and disappeared. I was wondering if she would slide her fingers under the edge of her bikini bottoms when she lifted her ass off the chair and slid them down past her knees. She raised her knees to her chest and slipped the bottoms over her calves and feet. Her legs lowered slightly and moved to the side to rest on the arms of the chair. I could not believe how totally lost in lust she was. Her pussy was shaved from the clit down. Above was a tangle of dense black hair that was neatly trimmed along the sides. Her hand would slide through the forest and dance along the tops of her outer lips. The lips were an amazing shade of crimson against the paleness of her abdomen and thighs. She was not in any hurry. There were no wasted movements. All were deliberate, making me wonder how many times she had practiced this ritual while I was at work. Her other hand left her breasts and moved to join the other as it teased her pussy. She took both hands and parted the outer lips. She would stretch them outward then push them closed. Her once barely visible inner lips were now feeling the sun. She would take the inner labia between her fingers and pull them from the other lips. It was similar to the ministrations on her nipples. I was sweating profusely by now. I had been so absorbed with her actions that it had not registered that I was absent-mindedly stroking my erection through my shorts. I am not going to lie about my size, slightly under seven inches and thick. I was almost afraid to touch myself, thinking that I would come that quickly. But the hardness was uncomfortably confined. I reached down and slid my shorts off in much the same manner as she had done earlier. There was pre-cum leaking from the tip in large amounts. As it lay on my abdomen every heartbeat made it jump like alive and thinking on its own. I really believe that my cock had taken over control of my body and mind. I began to slowly stroke the length of my erection as I turned to watch again. She was using one hand to open her pussy while a finger of the other hand circled slowly around her clit. I thought that moans could be heard over the sound of the wind. Every so often her hand would leave her pussy to pinch a nipple or place in her mouth to suck. I could only wonder how good she must taste. After what seemed hours she placed two fingers into her open pussy. She didn’t take her time now. It was as if time for urgency had arrived. She was rapidly moving the fingers in to the knuckle and then out to the tips. She would let her fingers hover over the opening then thrust inside like she was using her entire hand and arm as the holder of a dildo. As her motion increased in tempo, so did mine. The fluid was steadily draining from my cock and was providing all the lubrication I needed to pump my organ at the same rhythm her fingers were taking. I could tell that she was getting very close. Her back was arching up from the chair, her mouth was open wider, and her breathing was almost ragged. She suddenly pulled her knees to her shoulders and started pinching her clit with one hand while the fingers of the other plunged deep into her soaked pussy. There was no doubt that her climax was imminent. Mine as well. I could also hear her low moans coming across the fence. The sound deepened into a long, protracted groan. Her fingers went deeply into her pussy and she went quickly over the edge. As her orgasm crashed over her body mine exploded as well. My cock had never been so hard or full. The come shot from the tip in several long streamers. I had my come all over my thighs, stomach, and chest. My cock refused to soften and as I continued to stroke another small and sharp orgasm rocked my body. There wasn’t much left to empty but it was so intense. When I became aware of the world around me I thought to look back at her. She was slumped into the chair with one hand still on her pussy and the other slowly moving across her stomach. After several minutes while both of us regained normal breathing, she sat up in the chair then stood up. She bent over to pick up her lotion, book, and bottoms. When she rose back up she took off her sunglasses and looked over the fence, straight into my eyes. There was a sudden look of shock on her face like she wasn’t sure whether to be mad, embarrassed, or both. I was expecting to get yelled at and was glad that she could not see my still semi-hard cock. She regained her composure and deliberately walked to her back door, top still pulled off her breasts, naked from the stomach down. As she opened the door to go inside she looked my direction. Was that really a smile on her face? I guess that time will tell. Stay tuned. Neighbor On Deck Ch. 2 There was not much sleep last night. After the episode of yesterday I didn't know whether to be happy or scared. There aren't many chances to see a beautiful woman pleasure herself without her knowledge. But I didn't think that she would see me watching. I fully expected her to get dressed and come charging to my door, demanding to know why I was indulging in voyeuristic wantonness. Of course, my mind was thinking of all the negatives that could happen. If I had taken long enough to think clearly the obvious would have shown through. She was probably embarrassed to see me looking directly at her nakedness. I thought she had smiled but there was no way to be sure. Regardless, I didn't really want to face her any time soon. At least she couldn't see me masturbating furiously while she did the same. Even though the sleep was fitful and rest was not achieved, I still had work to finish in my yard. The local garden center opened very early so I got dressed and went to get the many bags of mulch, manure, and compost that would be needed to do the next phase of my landscaping project. The neighborhood was still quiet when I returned. I backed my truck to the gate of my privacy fence and used the wheelbarrow to move the bags to the rear of my yard. After several trips of loading and un-loading bags, I had lost track of the events of yesterday. It is difficult to do demanding physical labor and think of pleasurable moments at the same time. Fortunately there was a stiff breeze or the suns heat would have probably driven me inside. My shorts were soaked, along with my hair. Sweat was dripping off every angle of my body. The only thing on my mind at that time was to finish, go inside, shower, and take a nap. I had just finished emptying several bags of mulch into one of the new flowerbeds when I heard my gate slam shut. The wind had been threatening to tear it off the hinges all morning. I finished spreading the mulch and grabbed the handles of the wheelbarrow to get another load. When I turned my stomach leaped to my throat. My neighbor was standing just inside the gate. And there was not the faintest hint of happiness. I was too surprised to even move. I am sure that my entire body blushed to the maximum degree of crimson. She slowly walked across the yard toward me. If there had been another opening to the fence I would have escaped but she blocked the only exit. I prepared myself to take the brunt of her anger. I couldn't avoid the lasers of ice that were shooting from her eyes. What I found so amazing was that my fear was not diminishing the fact that she was incredibly sexy. It had been less than eighteen hours before that she lay mostly naked on her deck and created the most amazing orgasm. How could I forget the unabashed sexiness that she exuded such a short time before? It appeared that she had just rolled out of bed. She was wearing a pair of very loose fitting scrub pants and a short, thin t-shirt that left her midriff exposed. Her hair was obviously not brushed but it was so short that it didn't look unkempt. I could see the slightest hint of movement as her body brushed against the loose clothing. It crossed my mind that I was lusting at my executioner. She stopped right in front of me, still not saying a word. Time had ceased to move. Oh how I wanted to be somewhere else. Here I was, face to face with an angry woman that I hardly knew. At least she didn't come over with a large boyfriend. Maybe that would be later. Two days into my vacation and my life was nearing an end. Somehow I managed to croak out an "I am sorry." Was she going to stand there, silently, forever? Please, just get it over with. Chew me out, let me grovel, and disappear to your house, never to be seen again. What else could she possibly want? What happened could not be changed. She started shaking her head from side to side. She looked me up and down and finally said, " Is that all you can say for yourself?" I told her that it would not be possible to feel more sorry than I already did. I couldn't tell her that I only felt sorry because I had been caught. She told me that it was not fair for me to see her in her most intimate moment. Again I apologized. She looked straight into my eyes and told me that apologies were insignificant. What she wanted was justice. Great, what could she have in her mind that would satisfy her desire for revenge? She put her hands on her hips and said that she knew that I was jerking off while I watched her do the same. I started to deny but she cut me short. She said that no man could watch a naked woman get off without doing the same for themselves. She asked if I was capable of telling that outrageous a lie; or was I gay? When I reacted to her comment she relaxed and smiled. She told me that her initial reaction had been fear, then anger, then stupidity for assuming that she was alone. She assured me that her anger had been feigned, to see what my response would be. She wanted to know if I would be "good guy or a hard ass." I told her that I just happened to be outside and once I saw her sit in her chair there would be no way for me to go inside and ignore her. She asked if I enjoyed watching. I was quick to let her know that watching her was one of the most erotic sites I had ever witnessed. She admitted that this was something she did at every opportunity. She had never seen me at home during the day and felt safe when on the deck. I had now taken away some of her private fantasy time. When I apologized again she laughed and said that apologies weren't enough. I had to pay for my indiscretion. She told me that her job was extremely stressful and did not give her a chance for life away from work. Her fantasies, while lying on the deck, substituted for the lack of companionship in her life. She told me that it was not fair for me to intrude in her fantasies without becoming a part of them. I had no idea what she was getting at. She smiled broadly and said that since I saw her getting off, she should be able to watch me do the same. My heart skipped several beats. Here was this gorgeous woman telling me that she wanted to watch me jerk off. My voice stammered a refusal but she looked down and told me that my shorts were not in agreement. When my eyes dropped to my waist there was no doubt that the "other male brain" was in total agreement with her. My cock was fully erect and pushing my shorts out like a tent. She reached for my hand and started leading me across the yard to my deck. My mind was numb but she could have convinced me to dig a hole and bury myself at that point. After we climbed the stairs to the deck she proceeded to place two chairs facing each other. She sat in one and instructed me to remove my shorts and sit in the other. I hesitated and she told me that there was no choice. Fair was fair. I slowly slid my shorts down my legs. My hard cock sprang up on its release. When they reached my feet I kicked them off onto the deck. A drop of pre-cum streamed off the end of my cock and came to rest on my thigh. She had stopped looking at my face and was now totally focused on my hard organ. I wrapped my hand around my cock and slowly stoked from the tip to the base. My other hand cupped my balls. Each stroke milked more of my own lubricant from the swollen tip. I wanted to perform for her as she had unwittingly done so for me. I stroked with one hand while circling the palm against the head of my cock. Our chairs were close enough together that when she slid forward, our legs overlapped. Her eyes were fixed on my hands and fingers as they slid from one end of my cock to the other. I was intently watching her watch me. Her face seemed blank but her eyes gave that away. Her nipples were poking through the front of her t-shirt. I knew how large they were and could imagine them stiffening even further. Her scrub pants had slid up into her crotch when she slid down in the chair. I was sure that there was a glimpse of cleavage where her labia hid. Her nipples and pussy were fresh in my memory. I knew what was there. My hands were locked into my thoughts. There was a direct link between the thoughts and sights and the speed of my hands on my dick. I firmly gripped the shaft and squeezed upward. A large drop of fluid escaped from the tip. I used my finger to scoop it off and slowly raised my finger to my mouth. If she could taste herself yesterday, I could do the same today. Her nipples were bursting through the shirt. Her hand had wandered up to her chest and was slowly palming the hard points. Her other hand slid under the loose band of the scrubs and was nestled between her legs. She must have read my mind about wanting her to remove her clothes but she huskily said that she didn't see me the day before, so I couldn't see her now. Her hand was deliberately attending to her pussy. In fact, there was a darkening of the pants as her juices stared to spread outward from her cunt. We were both concentrating on each other's crotches. She was seeing what was new to her, me remembering what was now hidden before my eyes. Our breathing was becoming more labored. The movements of our hands became more frenetic. She raised her hips to meet her fingers as I fucked my fingers. The world around us had evaporated. I could hear my hand sliding over my cock. I could hear the fabric of her pants against her wrist and fingers. I could hear the sounds of our breathing. There was nothing else. I looked up at her face and our eyes locked. There was no way that either one of us could last much longer. She looked into my eyes and slowly said, "I came for you yesterday, now come for me." I could feel my nuts tightening as the come rushed along my shaft. As the first wave of my orgasm exploded; the come shot from my engorged organ. The thick, white fluid shot into the air and landed on my thigh. The next stream landed on her leg. That sent her over the top. Her head was thrown back; her eyes wide open. Her hands were frantically assaulting her pussy. Our orgasms seemed to intensify the others. We were both speechless and drained, no pun intended. She looked at me and silently mouthed, "thank you." The pleasure was almost all mine. She bent over and ran her finger through the streamer of come that was running down her leg. She lifted her fingertip to her lip and sucked my come into her mouth. What I had lost in hardness immediately returned. I told her that it was not fair that she had tasted me without allowing the same consideration for myself. She stood, removed her pants, and straddled my legs. The dense hairs, above her shaved lips, were soaked with her liquid. She took my hand and guided my fingers to the smooth slit. I could feel the heat before the wet skin was touched. My fingers slipped between the swollen lips of her pussy. There was no resistance as I reached deeply into her. I could feel the muscle contractions around my fingers. She then took my hand and brought my fingers to my mouth. Her taste was intoxicating. Did you know that pink is the only color that has flavor? My cock was bobbing anxiously below her. She took it into her hand and lowered her sopping pussy onto my cock. My cock felt like it was wrapped in hot satin. I watched as she rose up and then came down on my dick. I could see the head part the outer lips on its path inward. When I withdrew from the depths, her inner lips met the contours of my cock and pulled past the slick interior. They looked like petals of a tropical orchid. Her movements were coming faster now. I knew that all it would take for me to have another orgasm would be to feel her coming while fucking me. I leaned forward and sucked one of those thick nipples into my mouth. She gripped the other nipple in her fingers and pulled. That was all it took to start her cascade. Her juices flooded my cock and balls. I know that there were wet spots on the deck below. I then came. It was much more intense than earlier, or yesterday for that matter. She collapsed onto my lap with my dick still inside her. She laid her body onto mine with her head on my shoulder. My arms wrapped around and pulled her body closer to mine. She whispered into my ear, "it is so good when neighbors can be friends." What could possibly happen next?