AT THE WINDOW

It had been three years since we had moved into our house on the secluded estate. Our children had left home and now in our mid-forties, we decided we needed a smaller place. Our three-bedroomed, three-story home was perfect and the large garden suited my wife who was plant mad.

Like most of the houses in the area, we also had a large sunroom at the back with double doors leading out into the garden. The sunroom was also our playroom. We both liked to keep in shape, so there was a plethora of gym equipment as well as a drum kit, a large TV screen, and a large sofa.

We also loved to have sex there. With the kids gone, we could do what we liked whenever we liked. We both did lots of stuff we always dreamed of like laying out on the patio in the sun undercover and touching each other until we could stand no more before heading indoors to fuck ourselves to a standstill.

Our neighbours were great. A couple of a similar age, but with three smaller kids. We often hosted dinners and BBQs and they’d return the favour.

The wife, Kirsty, was a typically attractive forty-year-old brunette; curvy, hot, and with a great bum. We never flirted, and she always struck me as being reserved and serious. She was quite funny when the mood took her.

It was Saturday and our daughter had split up with her long-term boyfriend and was in pieces. My wife decided to make a mercy dash and treat her to a girlie weekend. That left me free to just have a chilled weekend on my own, listening to music and catching up on some household chores I had promised to do.

I bumped into Kirsty at lunchtime and we chatted about mundane things. Her husband had taken their kids away for a camping trip. She invited me in for a glass of wine and we chatted away about very mundane things.

It was a hot day, and she was dressed in a white vest thing, no bra, and shorts. She still had great legs and for the first time, I noticed her nipples, which seemed to be permanently hard.

I have to admit to a tingle in my cock as I watched her move. My mind wondered what she was like naked, what she smelt like, and did she have a bush, or was she bald? Her phone interrupted my thoughts, and I excused myself as she started talking to her hubby.

Once I had done the chores my wife had ordered me to do and showered, I treated myself to a steak for dinner. Once I had cleared up, I took my bottle of red to the sunroom and settled down on the couch to watch a movie in shorts and a t-shirt.

The film was a typically complex espionage thriller set in 1960s Berlin. I was engrossed and getting through the wine quickly. I paused the film and got another bottle just in case.

I settled back down when the light in next door’s sun room went on and I watched Kirsty walk in in a white bathrobe, her hair up in a towel. She settled down onto her couch sitting opposite me, separated by glass. She had white wine and what looked like a bottle of moisturiser. I paused the film, took a sip of mud red, and watched her.

She opened her robe and slipped it a little off her shoulders and started to rub her lotion into her shoulders and chest. She had a great tan, lovely full breasts, and dark nipples.

She slipped her arms out and began to smooth the lotion into her breasts. I could tell by the look on her face she was enjoying her own touch, pausing to squeeze both her breasts and gently pinch and pull her nipples.

Her eyes closed a little as she made the most of her time alone at home and the sight was beginning to make the blood flow in my groin. Suddenly, she stood up and dropped the robe completely. There was my neighbour completely naked in her sunroom, obviously feeling horny and it was making me feel the same way.

She grabbed the moisturiser and added more to her hands before spreading it over her stomach and thighs. She had a great body, curvy but in proportion, and to my surprise, a very neat triangle of pubic hair.

Her hands slid all over her body as she stood in front of the window, seemingly oblivious to the fact I may be watching her. As her hands moved, she danced to a silent ballad that was playing on the stereo.

Suddenly, her left hand grabbed a breast and her other hand slid down between her legs, cupping her pussy. Her head moved back as the sensations obviously hit her. I could feel my cock getting hard as I watched her and just reached down to touch it over my shorts for a little relief.

My eyes were glued to her, watching every movement. She was rolling her nipples and starting to stroke her pussy, running a finger back and forth along her lips.

As she started to circle her clit, her eyes closed briefly, her other hand moving from breast to breast, taking time to squeeze and roll both her nipples. Her hips started to react to the pleasure flowing through her and I slipped my shorts down and started to stroke my cock, pausing to slide my thumb over the juicy head.

Suddenly she stopped and moved back to the couch and lay back before slipping two fingers into her open pussy. She started to finger fuck herself slowly, only pausing to put her fingers in her mouth and taste her own sweetness.

I was completely transfixed, stroking my cock in time with her fingers. Her body was giving her pleasure away and when she slide her other hand down to rub her clit as she fingered herself, I heard her silent moan escape her lips.

She was now rubbing faster and fingering faster. My own hand was moving faster up and down my swollen, hard cock. We were both getting lost in our pleasure. Her face gave away the fact she was about to cum. I could feel my own orgasm getting closer with each stroke.

Then she stiffened suddenly, crying out as her orgasm hit. The sight of her meant I lost control and started to orgasm, my cum shooting out of my cock onto my chest.

I lay there panting, watching her slow down and remove her fingers to lick them clean, her pussy shining in the light. She was caressing herself, enjoying the post-orgasmic afterglow before gently getting up to walk out of the room.

I grabbed a tissue to clean up but was interrupted by the phone.

“Hi, it's Kirsty, from next door. I trust you enjoyed that as much as I did.”

The phone went dead before I could speak.