Finishing off his rum and Coke, the middle-aged man gathers himself to head inside. He hears the neighbor’s door close and is hopeful that tonight may be one of those nights. He’ll wait a few minutes to see if he hears anything that will compel him to stay out longer. 

It’s been over a year since he last enjoyed watching her. He stopped predicting when she would be in the mood, but warm evenings seemed to be the common variable on the two other occasions he watched his neighbor enjoy herself in her hammock.

She steps outside into the warm air. She's enjoying a second glass of wine and lights a cigarette, eyeing the full moon as it lights the hillside, trees, and grasses. Her large inhale flows through her body, and the day’s stresses break free. Despite the warm night, the air is refreshing compared to her home’s sweltering interior. The conditions are a trigger and she walks to the back yard, takes a sip from her glass, and sits back on the lounge.

He hears her steps into the back yard and his attention runs high. A minute later smelling her cigarette, he relocates to the fence line to catch a view through the slats.

The previous two times he watched, she was in her hammock on the upper deck, which was easier to spy. He couldn't see anything graphic, but her bare thighs and legs draped over the sides of the hammock gave him enough to focus. He lost it both times when he recognized her hips rocking through the hammock cloth as she reached the end.

“Oh my!” he breathes to himself. He is able to see her through the slats as she reclines on the lounge. She’s taking a drag with one hand, and her other pinches her nipple through the tank top. 

He’s quickly getting hard and argues with himself about watching her intimacies versus going inside. Her intimacies win the argument as he is quickly mesmerized by her beauty and sexiness in the moonlight. He sets his glass down on the deck and it clinks loud. He freezes and hopes that he hasn’t ruined the show.

The pressure on her nipple pulses through her body, and she feels the heat growing below. She hears the clink of a glass and wonders if the neighbor is outside. Playing outside is liberating, which is why she does it when the mood hits, but being caught is a risk. She doubts she’s been seen, but she can’t help wondering if she’s ever had an admirer. 

She runs her hand down across her shorts at the idea of being observed thinking, 'If he is there, I may as well make it worth his while.' She massages herself a few more times, then hooks her thumbs in the waistband and removes her shorts. The open air feels good against her lips and hair, and she drags her hands along the insides of her thighs, massaging her muscles and stretching her skin. She moves upwards and presses herself between her fingers, releases, and repeats. Her hum is louder than expected and she hopes no one heard but won’t give up either way. 

She imagines what it would be like if she is being watched. Does he like what he sees? Is he hard? Does he touch himself?

He’s relieved she wasn’t alarmed by his clinking glass, and watches as she massages herself and removes her shorts. It’s the first time he’s seen her nude, and he grabs his cock through his jeans. He’s imagined how she looked and is thrilled to see her for real. The moon glow highlights her trimmed hair and nipples pushing through the tank top. She is stunning and he wishes he could walk over and take her on the lounge. 

He unbuttons his jeans and pulls out his large cock to stroke along with her, imagining her mouth on him.

She pauses for a second, removes her top, and grabs the toy next to her. She imagines the neighbor coming into the backyard and offering her his dick. She rubs the rubber cock across and between her breasts and mouths the head. She takes the length of the toy in her mouth, thrusting it in and out, the bumps and ripples caressing tongue and lips. She wants him inside her and places the head against her. 

She sits up and thrusts the cock inside in one quick motion. She rides the dildo provocatively, pinching and rubbing herself. She loves feeling his cock inside her and wishes briefly that it was real. It only takes a few minutes and the waves build and spread to her limbs. Overwhelmed, she crushes down against the phallus as she imagines him coming with her, inside her.

His head is ready to explode. He can’t believe what he’s seeing and is under her lustful spell. He pulls his cock violently, wishing her dildo was his cock buried deep inside her. 

'She is to die for,' he thinks, wishing his wife had of her passion. She is so sexual he questions if she is intentionally putting on a show for him, but quickly dismisses the idea. 'She’s too straight' he judges and continues on with the fantasy. 

He hears her breathy moan and knows she’s close. He wants to come with her. She pulls her nipple hard and thrusts down on the rubber cock, rocking back and forth. He’s reached the point of no return and exhales, cumming with her, wondering if she would let him come inside.

He watches her lie back, the dildo still inside, moving it softly as the afterglow consumes her.  His fist tightens around his cock a few more times.

She sets the toy on the table and lights the evening’s last cigarette, basking in her femininity. She again wonders if she’s ever been seen and how embarrassing it would be if she ever got caught. Then again, 'Fuck It!' regarding any potential observer. 'My backyard, my rules.'

He slowly fixes himself and tiptoes into his house, his head awash in the evening’s erotic imagery. He can’t believe how sexy she was and hopes she didn’t know she had an admirer and partner in pleasure.

I wonder if she knows.

I wonder if he watches.