I love the fresh air.
I didn’t care if my room was cold almost all the time, I just hated stuffiness. I also hated the sound the bathroom ceiling fan made so whenever I took a shower, I made sure that it was off, and the window was wide open. I don’t use a shower curtain, either since that just traps all the hot, steamy air in with me, and I feel like I can’t breathe. No water gets on the floor because all I do is just angle the shower nozzle away from me. Problem solved.
Now, you can’t blame a young man of my age for blowing off a little steam in the shower. Or more accurately, releasing some… sexual pressure. Especially when that young man doesn’t have a girlfriend, or hasn’t even had sex before in his lonely little life. So this is how you can usually find me at around ten o’clock at night: jacking off in the shower.
Sometimes they would be quick little jobs, sometimes I would like to prolong the event by revisiting one of my fantasies. I have my own en suite bathroom so I’m never worried about people waiting around or knocking on my door. My family respects my privacy.
I had now been in the shower for some time. My parents had gone and I amused myself by hunting down free porn on the internet. I went back up to my shower for some private time and let loose stream after stream of cum in a body-wracking, spine-shaking orgasm.
I reached over to the window for the shower gel to get cleaned up when I knocked a bottle over and off of the bathtub rim. I cursed and bent over to pick it up.
Well, you can probably see this coming already. I bent down to pick it up and when I straightened back up, I thought I saw a figure in the window of the next house over. Startled, I reached for my glasses and shoved them on my nose. To my horror, I saw that my neighbour’s wife was there in her bathroom, looking at me, from a distance of about twenty-five or thirty yards.
I pulled the shower curtain over me quick and just stood with the water streaming down my face. How long had she been there? Was this the first time she’s watched me? Did she see me come?
At first I was nervous when I asked these questions, then they sent a little thrill up me. The truth was, my neighbour is quite a fox. She was about my parent’s age, but very good looking. She’s half Indian, with a creamy, mocha coloured skin tone, and quite curvaceous. She has been over a couple times when my parents had dinner parties and, although I’ve only talked to her once, I’ve always admired her large breasts and ample behind, despite her age.
I decided to peek out from behind the curtain to give her a wave and cavalier smile, perhaps a little bow for the show, but saw that she was gone. With mixed feelings, most of it relief, I pulled the curtain back all the way and finished up my shower. I kept checking out of the corner of my eye if she would return, but she didn’t. After about half an hour of watching, I got out and dried off.
The next evening, I went up for a shower at the same time. I was very excited and determined to put a show on for my neighbour if she was there again and I hoped she would be. I would pretend not to see her and give her a nice, long, show, turning to look at her as soon as I ejaculated.
It was not to be however. Alas.
It was to be much, much better.
When I got there, I saw she was almost hanging out of the window, completely, as far as I could see, naked.
My eyes nearly popped out of my head. I could see her husband standing behind her, pumping into her. His eyes were closed and brow furrowed in concentration. Sweat was dripping down his red face from his balding brow.
She was much more relaxed though. She had a pleasant twist to her lips as her soft brown skin rippled with his efforts. Her big round breasts jiggled and swung forward. They were hardly saggy at all, but her nipples hung low in them. They were nice, big, brown nipples that looked puffy and hard.
I stared, amazed, as she lifted her eyes to my window from across the canyon between our houses. She smiled when she saw me and closed her eyes again.
Her brow contracted and I thought I could hear a small grunt each time her husband pushed into her. It was just on the edge of hearing, but audible none-the-less.
I found myself hard and had to unzip my jeans. My hard-on immediately popped out from through my boxers and I took it in hand. Why not? I thought, as I started rubbing it. Who knows when I’ll get this opportunity again?
I jacked off to their rhythm and imagined that it was me inside of her instead. Her grunts were more frequent and pulled at my heart, they were so sweet. She looked up at me again and smiled to see that I was still there. Although she couldn’t see below my waist from where I was now, she must have known I was jacking myself off.
I heard her turn her head towards her husband and say something which I thought sounded like ‘Harder, I’m cumming now,’ and stiffen as he ploughed deeper into her.
Now she looked me dead in the eye, as I did her. She stiffened and arched her back as she shook under her husband’s assault. Her brow furrowed and she let a long moan out as she shivered and bent forward, releasing a huge sigh. She maintained eye contact with me all the way through.
As she came, so did I. I put a hand in front of me to catch the drops as I spewed forth another great load.
She broke eye contact and bent over the window sill as her husband continued. Eventually he tossed his head back and threw open his jaw.
I ducked out of sight as he did, in order that he wouldn’t see me if he opened his eyes. I wiped my hand with some toilet paper, counted to thirty, and then peeked out from behind the wall.
I just caught the back of the husband as he left the bathroom. His wife was pulling her clothes on slowly and as she put her second arm through her shirt and started to button it up, she looked at me again with a sly smile. I watched her breasts disappear beneath the thin blue fabric of her shirt, only to reappear briefly as she bent over to put on her jeans. Just before she turned around to leave, she blew me a kiss and then disappeared.
As I sat down on the toilet seat, almost breathless, I wondered if I needed a ‘shower’ after all.
* * *
The next day, Saturday, I had to work with my mother in the garden. I was pulling weeds, and thoroughly bored. I replayed what I had seen the previous night in my head over and over again and discreetly adjusted myself when I thought she wasn’t looking.
‘Hi.’
I looked up. Looking down at me from over the fence was the object of my midday fantasies…
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