There are [previous stories](https://www.reddit.com/user/rayvoit/posts/) if you want, but they aren’t really necessary to read.
I’m a 71 year old retired widower now living in a retirement village and having the time of my life with friends (especially with some of the women). What goes on is not what you would expect your grandfather or grandmother to get up to.
This is a little story about a recent bit of fun Claire and I had one night. This was different to the other fun we semi-regularly get up to together.
Claire has neighbours who’s backyard backs onto hers. From their bedroom window they can see over the fence to the back of her unit. They can’t see in much, just Claire’s head and shoulders when she walks around in her bedroom. She’s seen them looking in from time to time since we’ve been having the “Supper Club” meals at each other’s units. The “Supper Club” is a group of now 6 singles in our 70s who regularly take turns and cook meals for each other and have a great social time.
They, and we call them [George and Mildred](https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/George_and_Mildred), have been gossiping to some other residents about our “Supper Club” meet ups. Men attend. You know. Male men. Single male men. They think it’s outrageous. A man should never go into a woman’s unit. It’s… It’s… It’s very inappropriate. Even if it is a group of people.
While out on one of our drives in my Triumph Claire told me about these rumours. I hadn’t heard them myself. (Later Di confirmed the rumour to me. She had also heard them.) Claire wanted to confront them and let them know it was none of their business. We’re all grown adults (well past grown up actually) and if we wanted to eat together in groups in each other’s units, then why couldn’t men join in as well.
I doubt confronting them would go well. They (especially Mildred) are so set in their ways that Claire talking to them would only make it worse. My suggestion was to not talk to them. Leave them be. BUT… Get them back in our own little way. Nothing that they would ever know; but we would know. Something we could laugh behind their backs about.
A plan was devised…
A few nights later, after a hot day, it was still above 20C (68F) after dark. Claire called me over. The plan was on.
Claire had her front door already open so I just slip in without the front light going on or any noise. Real spy stuff going on. I stayed in the lounge while Claire went into her bedroom with the light on and the curtains open. Being careful, she could see silhouettes of their heads in their darkened bedroom looking out into her window. They are not good spies.
Claire called me into her room, but to come in low so they wouldn’t see me. She then turned off the light, I stood up slowly, and I could see their outlines in their room. With the light off they couldn’t see me. Confirmed. They were watching. It’s a bit sad really. We left the light off and left Claire’s bedroom.
Claire got the rubbish from her kitchen rubbish bin and took it out to the bin in her backyard. On her return she didn’t close the sliding glass backdoor. The backdoor is like the bedroom window. George and Mildred can only see peoples heads and shoulders from their vantage point.
Claire had one last look from her bedroom and they are still watching.
She turned the light back on and moved around in her room so they could see her, left the light on and left the room. Baiting them.
The plan is on. We were ready. I had on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt. Claire a light summer dress. That’s all. Neither of us had underwear on. With the backdoor still open we crept out keeping very low. I feel like I should have had a big hunting knife in my teeth. :-) We crawled across the grass to the back fence which was light up a little from Claire’s bedroom window.
We moved along the fence to where there is a join with a small gap we could see through. Taking turns we could see the pair of them still looking. (If they were spies, they would have been shot by now.)
Now our fun. We couldn’t talk and had to be very quiet. They had their bedroom window open as is was a warm night. Kneeling down we both stripped off and lay on the grass together opposite their window. Our hands started to explore each other’s body. We were on. No one could see us.
I caressed one of Claire’s breasts and nipple and ran my hand down to her lower stomach while kissing her on her lips. Big deep tongue kisses. This was already getting heavy. I was already hard. Claire ran her hand down to my cock and stroked it a few times and rubbed my balls. If she kept this up I’d be finished in a matter of a minute at most. I got up onto my hands and knees, crawled down to her feet and lifted her knees and spread her feet apart. From there I lowered my mouth to her pussy and started with my tongue. First slowly up her inner thighs with gentle kisses then moved on to her clitoris and vagina lips. With both hands I softly cupped her breasts and gently massaged her nipples. She didn’t move and I could feel her breathing getting deeper. We stayed in this position for quite a while. Her clitoris was hard and sat nicely between my lips. And boy was she getting wet.
Time for the grand finale…
I moved back up beside Claire. She was closer to the fence, about 3 feet from it and parallel to it. There was one other thing she had brought with her – lube. It really helps to enable longer sex we have found. She removed the tube of lube in her dress pocket that was on the ground and applied a very liberal coating to me.
With my hand I guided her to lift her leg closest to me and [I slid both legs under it with her other leg ended up between my legs](https://hips.hearstapps.com/cos.h-cdn.co/assets/16/05/5-karezza.jpg). I was within an inch of her pussy. She guided me with her hand and I slid in. That is one magic feeling – gliding into a lovely lubed up pussy. I’ll never tire of it.
Slowly I started stroking in and out. Claire slid one hand down between her legs and worked on her clitoris that was now also lubed up. My hands naturally gravitated to her breasts. I can’t help it, they’re fantastic. We were set. This is a very relaxed position with no pressure on each other and lubed right up. Breathing is relaxed and no one is being squashed or contorted. We could just keep going in silence.
And keep going we did. I stopped for a breather a few times so I didn’t finish too early and started again. I guess we were like this for a good 20 minutes. At one stage Claire whispered “I wonder how George and Mildred are going?” We both laughed (quietly) at the thought.
I could feel Claire starting to tense up and rock her hips deeper with each stroke. This is her sign of her getting close to her orgasm. I picked up the pace to stay with her. Her hand was still working her clitoris but harder and faster than before. I could feel her thighs and pussy tightening; she was close. Very close. I knew I could let go and stop holding back and went for it. That was it. I started to shoot my load deep inside her and I kept on pumping. Then it was her turn. She arched her back and started to cum. Fortunately she’s quiet and I could feel her vagina contracting and squeezing me.
We lay on the grass for some time, both of us close to drifting off to sleep. We may have dozed a little but Claire was woken up by the sound of a mosquito buzzing around her face. She started to move and I felt myself slide out of her. I gave her a light kiss on her lips. Our revenge romp in the backyard was over.
As we were picking up our clothes I pointed to the small gap in the fence. We had to have a look at what George and Mildred were up to. They had their bedside table lights on with the curtains half open and their window wide open. We could see that they were ready for bed; both in their pyjamas. George just in short lightweight pyjamas and Mildred in a short nightie. They got onto the bed, lay down and each turned off their lights. It went dark.
With nothing left to see, we stood up and quickly (and quietly) walked into Clair’s unit carrying our clothes. Safely inside now, we went into the bedroom and lay down on the bed and talked and laughed about our little adventure.
Nosey George and Mildred will never know we had fun times just four yards from their bedroom window right under their noses. But we do. And that’s good enough for us.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/7xtixq/fun_in_retirement_nosey_neighbours_mf
Great story!!