I didn’t know her name, but the minute I saw her I was captivated. I had arrived a few days before. A new job meant a new town and a new house. I had spent my time moving in, unpacking, and arranging my furniture and the place was beginning to look like home. I was in the loft over the garage sweeping up and preparing a place for storage when I happened to glance out the window. The loft looked out over my neighbor’s backyard and was high enough that I could easily see over the fence separating the property. On these warm summer days, I envied the pool and outdoor hot tub, but that wasn’t what made me stare.

I had seen the couple that lived there. They had driven off in a well-laden station wagon yesterday, probably on a vacation. I assumed the lithe young woman in the sky-blue bikini was their house sitter. Her water bottle was emblazoned with the state college logo, so I figured she was a student on summer break. I guessed she was maybe nineteen or twenty years old. She had a body that was trim and toned and was obviously an athlete of some kind. She had dark hair tied up on top of her head in a ponytail and sunglasses. Her smallish boobs were high up on her chest and looked firm and round under her top. Her hips were wider than you would expect, the fabric of her bikini stretched tight across her abdomen, outlining the mound between her muscular thighs.

I stared, and who could blame me? I had looked up just in time to see her spray suntan oil onto her legs. She sat up in her deck chair, parted her legs, and began to methodically rub the oil into her skin. She used both hands, one leg at a time, starting at her feet and working her way up, switching from one shapely leg to the other, up to the top where with her legs spread wide, she used one hand on each side to spread the oil evenly over her inner thighs. She was very thorough, going under the straps of her bathing suit and lingering, I think, a little longer than absolutely necessary.

Then she lay back and gave the same treatment to her flat stomach, spreading the oil all around and again dipping her fingertips below the line of her panties. By the time she started on her chest and arms I was feeling some stirrings in my jeans.

She lay back and I stood for a few minutes, leaning on my broom and admiring her young curves. I was just about to get on with the task at hand when she sat up, peeked over her sunglasses, looked around furtively, and seemed to make up her mind about something. My jaw dropped and my cock was instantly hard as I watched her untie the straps of her bikini top, pull it aside, and drop it on the ground. My eyes were riveted to her chest as she proceeded to apply the oil to her naked breasts. They were small and firm, the skin creamy white and unused to the sun. Her dark nipples quickly grew erect under her oily palms.

I tried to look away, I kept telling myself that this was wrong, that I should go back in the house, but I didn’t move. I was entranced by her slim body and the shine of the oil on her firm young breasts. My cock was straining at my jeans, but I refused to touch it. Secretly jerking off while spying on a neighbor was not a step I was willing to take.

After a few minutes, she finished oiling her chest and lay back with her hands behind her head. I stayed where I was, enjoying the sight of her pert boobs riding high on her chest, her nipples pointing straight up.

It wasn’t long, however, before one hand strayed down and began to idly tease at one nipple. She absentmindedly pinched and gently tugged at the dark pink tip of her shapely breast, until, with a deep breath, she grabbed the sunscreen and sprayed a liberal amount across her firm tits. She used both hands to rub it in, and this time there was no pretense. The girl was aroused and becoming more so by the minute. She caressed her young boobs firmly and with a purpose, lifting them high and squeezing as she worked the slippery oil into her luscious tits. I watched her knees part, and one hand began to move down her body, circling lower and lower until it went below the blue fabric of her bikini. Her legs spread further, and I imagined her gasping as her hand slipped further under her panties and began to move with more purpose.

She continued caressing her oily boobs while she played with her hidden pussy. Her hand moved faster and faster under the cloth as her legs tensed and her hips squirmed. Was she rubbing her clit? Finger fucking herself? I couldn’t tell, but it didn’t matter. My cock was harder than it had ever been, and my jeans were uncomfortably tight.

Even from this distance I could tell when she came. Her hips rose up off the chair and she froze as her whole body tensed up. She trembled and I could see her biting her lip to keep from crying out. After a moment she collapsed back into her chair, wrapped in a post orgasmic bliss. Her legs were still spread, and I saw a dark wet spot appear in the crotch of her panties as she licked her fingers clean.

She seemed to be done for the day as she picked up her top and walked towards the house without putting it back on. She opened the door but before going inside she glanced back over her shoulder and up towards my window. I staggered back in a panic, but she hadn’t seen me. Had she? No way.

I walked back inside, my cock nearly bursting through my zipper. My aim was to make it to the bathroom where I could jerk off with a clean conscience. I made it as far as the living room. I dropped my pants down around my ankles and after only three or four quick tugs my cock spasmed and spurted thick streams of white cum onto my hardwood floor.

The next day I made excuses to go up to the loft. I still had cleaning to do, it needed painting, I was thinking of furnishing it. It certainly had nothing to do with the thought of the naked young coed from yesterday. And the binoculars…well, I could just ignore them and pretend I hadn’t brought them along.

All my doubts and rationalizations disappeared, however, when I reached the loft and looked out the window. There she was, lying on a blanket on the grass, completely nude, every square inch of her nubile young body exposed to the warm sun. Her bikini was nowhere in sight, indicating that she had walked from the house naked. There was no room left in my mind for anything but ravenous lust. My cock immediately sprang to full attention, this time constrained only by a pair of loose sweatpants. She glistened with a mix of sunscreen and sweat, and my eyes traced her slim curves as I looked her up and down. My gaze was inevitably drawn to her hips and my mouth watered as I eyed the thin bush adorning her mound. Her legs were slightly parted, and I longed to see what was hidden by the enticing shadows between her thighs.

The binoculars were cheap, but they worked, and I had a good close-up view of her luscious details. Her hair was again tied up, her head resting on her hands, and she wore the same dark glasses. Her boobs were perfect. High and firm, held aloft by her raised arms. Her nipples were small and dark. And hard, it seemed. She was enjoying her nakedness. Sweat pooled in her navel and her muff was thin and darker than her hair. And in the shadows between her legs, I could just make out the dark vertical line of her young pussy.

Then it seemed that wishes came true as she stretched, rolled over and splayed her legs. Her wonderful ass and pussy were now well lit and on full display. I caught my breath as I admired her perfect form, her ass shapely and well-muscled, her pussy a tight slit.

I stared for a minute and then put the binoculars down as she got to her feet. I watched her ass sway back and forth as she walked to the pool and dove in. She swam the full length of the pool underwater, her legs spreading wide as she kicked. I could only imagine the cool water against her sensitive pussy. Did her lips open up more on those wide kicks, I wondered.

I watched her swim a few laps. Her young body in motion was a thing of beauty, lithe muscles propelling her through the water, her boobs forming islands as she swam on her back. She climbed out of the pool and treated me to the sight of her naked body dripping wet, droplets running down her smooth skin, her nipples erect and hard from the water. She walked back to the house, her hips swaying hypnotically, and again gave a surreptitious glance up towards my window before she went inside.

I lingered, intrigued. Had she seen me? I still wasn't sure. I was again thinking that I should give this up when a light went on in a second-floor window. It was daytime and the shade was halfway down, but with the aid of the binoculars I was able to clearly see a familiar set of hips. I couldn't see anything above her waist, but the binoculars gave me an excellent view of her ass and pussy as she moved about the room. Eventually she seemed to be ready for whatever she was preparing for, and faced what I assumed was a mirror in the corner of the room. I had a perfect three-quarter view of her hips and thighs up to her navel. She put her hands on her hips and turned from side to side, seeming to pose for herself. Then I nearly dropped the binoculars as she applied a lather of shaving cream to her bush and inner thighs.

I couldn't resist any longer. I only needed one hand for the binoculars. With the other I reached down and slowly began to stroke my aching cock. I was careful not to go too fast, I didn't want to cum before the show was over. She spread her legs wide and began to carefully scrape away the foam, leaving her pussy bare and smooth. She was very thorough, delicately tending to every fold until her young pussy was fresh and clean, without a trace of hair remaining.

She again struck a few poses, comparing the before and after look, before she ran her hands over her freshly shaven mound, enjoying the feel of the smooth skin. For the first time I began to understand the appeal of a bald pussy and wondered what it would feel like to run my tongue over the soft, newly exposed skin.

After a moment, her hands stopped wandering and became more purposeful, caressing her thighs and her smooth mound, before finding her tight opening. I began to stroke my cock in earnest as I watched her run her fingers up and down her slit, shivering every time she touched her clit, and teasing her lips apart. I imagined the sound of her moaning as she spread her pussy wide and slowly pushed one finger inside the tight pink opening. I stroked in time as she moved in and out, finger fucking herself while her other hand worked her clit.

It was only a moment before she pushed her finger all the way inside her and I watched as her legs tensed and her hips twitched. I imagined I could hear her crying out as she came, her tight pussy spasming and clenching around her fingers. They were wet and sticky as she pulled them out, her pussy now open and shining with girl cum. The sight of her freshly shaven young pussy, wet and glistening from her orgasm, pushed me over the edge and I groaned as I sprayed cum all over the window. Only then did she pull the shade down. Again, I wondered if she knew she was being watched.

And so it went for the next couple of weeks she spent every afternoon naked by the pool. Sometimes she masturbated, sometimes not, but she always swam and treated me to the sight of her naked young form dripping wet and shining in the summer sun. On the fourth day, she added a yoga session to her afternoon routine. I came twice that day, watching her nude body work its way through the exotic poses, exposing her young curves to my eyes in new and exciting ways. Her daily stretching became a favorite part of our afternoons together.

At the end of the first week, she shaved her pussy again, making me harder than I thought any man could be. Afterwards, her pussy smooth and hairless, she spread her lips with two fingers and used her other hand to alternately rub her clit and finger fuck her open pussy until we both had earth shattering orgasms.

But alas, all good things must come to an end. One afternoon, instead of nude sunbathing she stayed inside, and I watched her pack a suitcase. I sighed and my cock deflated. I figured the afternoon shows were over and I would have to settle back into my normal routine. But it turned out she had one more surprise for me.

That evening I was sitting on my deck with a bottle of wine, wondering what I was going to do tomorrow afternoon, when the upstairs light went on. My cock instantly rose to full attention because there she was, the shade pulled up, totally nude and on display in all her glory. This time there was no pretense. She looked right at me, fully aware of my presence as she caressed her firm, young tits. I stood up and shed my sweatpants, freeing my hard cock to the cool night air. She smiled and nodded in approval as her hands moved down her body. I grabbed my cock just as she touched her pussy, and we both gasped in excitement. I slowly stroked and she smiled and winked as she used one hand to tease her hard nipples while the other worked her clit. I sped up and cupped my balls with my other hand, much to her delight.

She spread her pussy wide and propped one leg up on the windowsill, giving me an excellent view as she pushed a finger inside her. I gripped my cock hard, squeezing and trying desperately not to cum. She added a second finger as she began to move in and out of her hot pink pussy, looking me in the eye as she fucked herself. I began to stroke in time with her motion, imagining it was my thick shaft moving in and out of her instead of her fingers. She smiled and nodded as her chest heaved and her fingers, glistening with her wetness, pumped in and out of her.

I pictured that tight young pussy gripping my cock, imagining her moans as I thrust in and out of her. She quickened her pace, her fingers plunging in and out of her as she franticly worked her clit. I matched her pace, furiously jerking at my cock until I could hold out no longer. She too was on the ragged edge of orgasm and as the first thick rope of sticky cum shot out of my hard shaft, I saw her hips twitch and her mouth open as she exploded, her pussy gushing waves of girl cum that splattered over the window. My cock matched her spasm for spasm as I sprayed my seed all over the lawn until I sank to my knees, spent. The light went out and I was alone.

The next day, the couple who owned the house returned. I saw them talking to the girl in the driveway, obviously thanking her for taking care of the house. They went back inside, and the girl opened her car door to leave. Just before she got inside, she looked up towards my window one last time. She gave me half a smile and a little wink over her sunglasses. She pulled up her top, giving one last look at her perfect young breasts, then she got in the care and drove away.

I never did learn her name.