At the back of my home, there is a creek overgrown with trees and shrubs that few people visit. It’s a place where I can walk my dog every morning without disturbing anyone with ‘Wag’ off his leash. The rough trail runs along the rear wooden fence of properties that slope back toward the creek. Although the fences are tall, the steep hill lets me see into most of the backyards.

This morning was the start of summer, with blue skies and lovely warm weather. Dressed in shorts and a t-shirt, I was at peace with the world. Absent-mindedly, I glance into one of the properties I was passing. There was a trampoline resting on a flattened area I had seen many times before.

What I saw this time brought me to a sudden halt.

A blond-headed girl of about twenty lay on a trampoline with her head resting on folded arms, only a few yards from the fence line separating us. Her feet were towards me, slightly apart. Her body was slender, tending towards curvaceous. She was completely still, wearing earbuds, intent on listening to something.

None of this would be that unusual except that she was totally naked—no doubt, getting an early start on her tan for summer.

Not wanting to be discovered or alert her to my presence, I crouched down below the fence line. Looking around, I found a large bush this side of the fence. Slowly, I rose so my eyes were just above the fence line. She appeared not to have seen or heard me. Moving slowly and quietly around, I was able to find the best position to conceal myself.

As I watched, her legs parted a little more, and I could easily see that she was shaved with large labia covering her inner sanctum. Firm, sizable breasts, squashed by the trampoline, spilled slightly out on either side. Her body tapered back to a well-defined, peach-shaped bum that jutted up prominently, silky smooth.

My shorts by now had their own well-defined bulge. As I stared at the unexpected explicit scene, I let my hand wander down my front and externally stroked my shaft. There was movement immediately as my body responded to the increasing pressure of my touch and the sight of the girl before me.

She moved slightly; I stopped, holding my breath. Her long, slender legs parted further to reveal her moist interior. After first checking that no one else was around, I started to rub my cock through my pants once again in earnest. My wet knob now poked out above my shorts' waistband.

I do not know what she was thinking about or listening to, but the moisture she was secreting from her most secretive place was increasing. A small trickle escaped her vulva and caught the sun, sparkling like a jewel on its winding downwards journey onto the trampoline.

My inner voice told me that peeping at a naked woman uninvited was a definite no. I was torn with indecision, unable to decide what to do next.

Yes, I should go. I was invading her privacy. Yes, go.

As if rooted to the spot, I could not take my eyes off her or move away.

She must have started applying pressure with her lower body to the trampoline. Slowly, her smooth, creamy bum began to rise, then fall, her bum cheeks clasping together, causing deep dimples to form, then parting again as they relaxed on the upward journey, until a steady rhythm was established.

As I continued to stare at her, still trying to decide, go or stay, her cheeks parted to reveal a light brown star puckering and unpuckering at me.

It was too much. I dropped my pants and took some saliva, working my shaft up and down with it until it was rock hard. Using more lubricant, I paid homage to my purplish mushroomed head as it started to ooze precum. I had to stand sideways to avoid accidentally getting a splinter from the wooden fence in my swollen head. Unfortunately, this meant that to look over, I had to turn my neck hard to one side.

She began pressing down harder, rotating her hips, the trampoline fabric pushing back up against her mound and clit. Mesmerised, I watched her arse continue to rise and fall as she established a satisfying grinding rhythm.

The wet patch on the trampoline continued to grow and spread around her.

I was very wet too with my own emissions and could hear the squelching my cock made as my hand glided up and down its fully erect length. I prayed she wouldn't hear. As I watched, I imagined the feel of her wet labia being parted as my knob pushed into her velvety folds. I could feel her pushing back against me, raising her bum off the surface, finding my shaft, then grinding onto me as I entered.

Her tight bum rose in its pleasure-seeking cycle, her bum cheeks parted, giving me a direct view of her light brown star again. It looked so perfect, with the sides mostly smooth and only a few small creases appearing at the centre. Then the wrinkled purse was drawn tight again.

Unable to look away, I watched as a finger began to appear from underneath her body, moving towards her groin and then starting to slip in and out of her vagina, slowly at first, then with increasing speed. Her need to reach orgasm was becoming urgent as she suddenly began to moan.

“Huh…Huh…huh…Arh!”

To a voyeur, I imagined it was the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow.

What did this make me, I pondered? I had never done anything like this before.

I was too far gone to care.

Fuck, she was so hot as I stared at her, listening as she approached a climax.

A hot, red fog engulfed my body, the urge to cum spreading like a wave up and out from my pelvis.

Air escaped silently from my gaping mouth as I ejaculated a twisting, creamy ribbon of cum across the walking path. Another jerk and, gripping my balls, I gave a gentle squeeze as I coaxed out another pearly stream of seed. Cum was still pulsing out of me when I heard the first load splatter against the dry leaves and path below.

As I tucked myself in, I glanced over and saw her legs trembling slightly, as she quietly moaned and quivered, still at the zenith of her orgasm.

I quickly and silently took my leave, collecting Wag on my way.

I felt as guilty as a grave robber. Somehow, I knew I had crossed a line.

Walking the same path the following day, I could feel my shaft growing as I approached the home with the trampoline. I just had to stop to check if she was there, although I didn't really expect her to be there.

Part of me still wondered if it had ever happened at all.

But there she was again!

On top of the trampoline, nude.

This time, lying on her back, legs wide apart, giving me an unprecedented view. Eyes closed, immersed in what she was listening to on her earbuds. She spread her legs even more, so her swollen labia parted to show her inner, light pink folds, wet and sensuously inviting. Moisture formed like dew on her inner lips, sparkling in the morning sun.

I watched as her hands cupped her large, firm, white breasts, squeezing them up from the sides and together tentatively before releasing them to float downwards again. Placing a finger in her mouth, she licked and sucked it. Then, used the wet finger to roll a budding nipple around, before grasping the nipple, pulling it firmly upwards, and quickly releasing. She repeated this with her other breast and then, as if experimenting, did so with both breasts at once. Satisfied, she continued massaging both breasts simultaneously in this way. Her nipples pulled, hard up towards the sun.

I extracted my swollen shaft from my pants, already quite stiff and wet. It continued to harden further as I watched her. My shaft and balls grew painfully hard. The illicit nature of watching her masturbate made it all the more erotically charged and arousing.

As she started to moan, she pulled both legs up underneath her, so her feet touched the bottom of her bum cheeks. Reaching down, she explored her mound, then her clit. Collecting the glutinous nectar from her vulva, she coated her now prominent clit before rubbing it back and forth. She varied the speed as did I on my cock, trying to match her rhythm, until I saw her fingers dart into her vagina and begin thrusting up wantonly, then just as abruptly she rolled to one side and brought her legs up into a foetal position, groaning loudly, her whole body jerking, legs a quiver.

A muffled grunt escaped me as I climaxed, too. A convulsive spasm shot through my body as hot cum poured out of me. Spurting, a fountain-like gush up into the air and landing some distance away with a series of plops.

These encounters went on every day for nearly a week, always nude on the trampoline with her earbuds in.

It became addictive. I was obsessed with her and kept counting the hours until I could watch her again.

Towards the end of the first week, to my surprise, I found her using a black ribbed dildo to caress her pussy. She was kneeling, her thighs resting on her calves, with them parted so that her bum hovered above the trampoline. She was facing away from me; I watched transfixed as she slowly inserted it deep within her love channel. She was gently bouncing, making the dildo squelch as it was driven into her by the trampoline every time she let her bum fall gently backwards. I watched as her vaginal juices spurted out onto the trampoline as she thrust the black phallus in until the shaft disappeared completely.

She groaned and gasped, “Oh yes…fuck me…fuck me …please...Oh now, Ohhh,” much louder than previous times until she began shuddering violently as an orgasm spread like a tsunami throughout her body.

She then lay on her side with the dildo still firmly wedged within her; aftershocks caused her to continue to tremble.

The events happened so quickly that I had not had time to lower my shorts. It struck me that she could be aware that I was there as I hurried away. Was she pretending to ignore me, enjoying the voyeuristic element of our encounter?

I was not sure.

Unrelieved, my cock poked almost out of the bottom of my shorts as I continued walking reluctantly home with Wag.

I started arriving early, careful that she was absorbed with her daily routine before I risked looking over the fence.

Despite my reservations about her knowing I was there, I turned up again the next day, but still not early enough. She was well advanced, prone on all fours with her head down, bum up, and fingers working her tight pussy in a frenzy. Fresh vaginal juices pockmarked the trampoline surface. She was certainly exploring as many positions as she could. I gave her ten out of ten for technical difficulty alone.

From the urgent way she moved, she was so close to climaxing that I felt there was no time to lose. Previously, I had noted there was a small hole in the fence not far from where I stood, where a wood-knot had once been. Luckily, it was smooth and, by chance, big enough, and at cock height.

No more crick in the neck today!

A bush between us on the other side ensured she would not easily see my cock. In a panic, not wanting to miss her climax, I pushed my member eagerly through, unable to take my eyes off her. Grinding carefully and silently into the fence, my hands gripping the top, imagining the feeling of her sweet pussy pushing back onto me.

Fuck!

What if they have a dog? Panicking, I quickly whipped my cock out of harm's way. More careful surveillance told me they had no dog or cat around. I urgently replaced my dripping flushed member.

My rhythm matched hers now, and I heard her groan out loud in short bursts as she came.

“Arh…fuck,” escaped almost silently from my lips.

Falling in a heap, she continued slowly stroking herself ever so softly as she came down from her high. I closed my eyes and threw my head back. My knob immediately erupted with a spray of sperm snaking out into the void, with no destination. On the other hand, in my mind as I pushed into the fence, I was deep inside her, feeling her vagina enclosing me, throbbing, pushing back onto me.

When I opened my eyes again, I was looking directly into her eyes. I froze like a deer caught in headlights, dazzled, and starry-eyed, unable to escape. She held mine as she sat on the trampoline upon folded legs, earbuds resting in her hands.

At first, she looked angry, then pensive, and then she began to smile.

Her smile lit up her beautiful face, showcasing perfect white teeth. Short blond hair. Her blue eyes continued to hold mine, appraising what little she could see of me.

My limp cock and petrified face, I thought.

OMG, did she see me cum.

“Hello, stranger,” she purred, obviously deciding in the end not to be too concerned about my intrusion.

Seizing the opportunity, I confidently said, “Hi, I’m Jack,” trying to bluster my way out of being caught.

“Are you indeed?” she spoke, giving me a quizzical look.

I took in her firm, round breasts again, proudly thrusting out from her chest with small dusky areolas. Each was dotted with thick, dark pink nipples that stuck out prominently.

Turning her head to one side, she enquired, “Have you been watching me as I climax?”

Red-faced now, I replied, “Yes.”

“Have you now?” She said in that purring voice.

“You know I can still see your cock, or what is left of it,” she laughed as she glanced down at it.

Her words finished me, and my member slithered out of the hole in the fence back to me.

“Did you come with me and spurt your semen through the hole?”

So she had not seen me cum then.

“Yes,” I replied honestly, not sure where this conversation was going.

“You were very quiet. Did you listen to me?”

“Yes,” I sheepishly replied.

She thought about this for a while.

“Well, Jack, I am Nancy. It turns out I might just like an audience; it could be fun.”

Nancy paused, looking at me, pondering about something.

Eventually, she spoke softly, “You have to promise me one thing, Jack.”

“What is it?” I asked.

“You must promise to let me know that you are there, no more silence as you watch me?”

“Oh, one more thing, I want to hear you groaning, and poke your cock through the hole again.”

“Ok, yes,” I replied quickly in case she changed her mind.

“Same time tomorrow?”

“I will be here,” I enthusiastically replied.

This was pure bliss, or was it?

It did strike me as odd that she never asked how long or often I had been watching. Did this mean she knew I was there all along? Was this a trap, and would the police be waiting for me? It seemed too good to be true.

The next day, I was extra cautious, looking for anything out of the ordinary. Confident that everything was clear, I hesitantly looked over the fence and was instantly greeted warmly by Nancy.

“Hi Colin, hope you have cum prepared,” as she smiled and winked at me.

Over the course of another week, we repeated this ritual each morning, except she now waited for me to arrive. Even better, she continued to display herself to me, obviously enjoying the exhibitionist role.

I was totally obsessed with her. I thought of nothing else, both at work and at home. Each evening, I would lie awake in bed, recalling the events of the morning in my mind.

Inevitably, I would kick off the bedclothes and rub my hard shaft vigorously up and down as I pictured her face staring into my eyes just as she came. My ears would ring with the sound of her wet pussy and loud moans as she masturbated to a shattering orgasm.

“Oh fuck, Nancy, I am cumming too. Wait, wait...Here I cum….just for you...OMG, Fuuck,” I screamed.

Thick white cum would percolate up my shaft and spill down in wet sticky rivers down my shaft before pooling around my groin.

One morning, Nancy was not there. The trampoline was empty. Without any recent rain, it was spattered with her numerous daily emissions, now dry, leaving a patchwork of hues across its surface. Distraught, I tried to remain calm by imagining that there had to be a good reason for her absence.

Just as I was adjusting to her absence, she suddenly popped up from below the fence line. I jumped at her unexpected appearance. As usual, she was completely naked.

She climbed up the railings so we could kiss. As I had already dropped my pants in anticipation, and with an erection with nowhere to go, I stuck it through the hole. She eagerly grabbed it and started stroking it as we continued to kiss. It was the first time we had had physical contact with each other.

We were both moaning as we devoured each other's wet kisses. She abruptly stopped, and before I could ask anything, felt her sweet lips on my shaft. It should not have surprised me that she knew exactly what to do.

Her tongue expertly tickled my knob all the way around its large, mushroom-like rim. Then, she thrust deep with the tip of her tongue into my slit as precum bubbled out before sucking and coaxing every drop from my knob. I was moaning, ready to explode, when she suddenly stopped. I felt something else, a slippery wetness, then my knob was surrounded by something that was gripping my knob tightly.

Looking over, I saw the back of her head and felt a raw heat encompass my cock, as it eased further over my shaft, devouring my manhood. She moaned loudly. Her shrine to pleasure had finally found me.

Her arse was firmly held against the palings, as she said,

“Quick,...