My Sex Life

Hot Summer Day (2001)

My new neighbour girl

Just before she moved in, the owner of the house built an additional balcony for his new lodger, to the east, to the rising morning sun, like the eastern part of my veranda. A large part of it couldn't be seen by others, until now, when this new balcony allows to look over the bushes to my former hidden places. How lucky I am to have got a female neighbour now, not a conservative old couple for example. But unfortunately I have seen her very seldom and from far away only, and she uses this balcony mostly when I'm not at home or maybe even rarely at all.

A lovely face, as far as I could see, and her body is nicer than nice. Hot and well-shaped. Certainly it will be an enjoyment to discover all those beautiful parts of her sexy body, when I will get the chance to look at her for more than a few seconds some day. With whom does she have sex? Nobody? With herself? Does she have a lover? Don't think so, never seen a guy visiting her - nor another female, except her mother. How is she doing it? Does she use a dildo or some other toy? Or just the natur way, with her fingers? And how often? Is she crying loudly or whimpering softly, when enjoying herself? I'm so curious to know so much more of her.

It's late morning. One of those sunny saturdays during last summer, when my new neighbour girl suddenly enters her balcony to welcome the rising morning sun, like me, already doing this for some time. She sets up her deck chair and covers the railing with some towels. I'm sitting on my veranda, maybe 20 meters away from her, drinking coffee, reading a news magazine, and enjoying the sunny morning and the warm rising sun. I don't look over to her, and I don't let her know, I have noticed her. But I watch her, with the corner of my eye, how she's preparing her place for sunbathing.

A few minutes later she's finished and is lying on her deck chair now, whose feet make a metallic crackling sound from time to time. Suddenly noticing this sound again, I peep over to her: I can't see much, because she covered the railing with towels. But through a gap I can see her arm and hand, just putting away some small piece of stuff, which seems to be the top part of her swimdress or her bra. But it doesn't matter, all the muscles of my abdomen begin working anyway, I'm becoming horny.

Continuing reading my magazine, I open my legs, and one of my hands moves slowly to the center of my body. And deeper. Cozy shivers spread everywhere in my abdomen. How lucky I am again today, having decided to put on only my jeans this morning, no shirt, no underwear, just my jeans. So now I can feel my growing penis much more sensibly, feeling the increasing thickness, feeling the increasing size, feeling the increasing hardness. Oooh, I love to feel my prick becoming thicker and harder.

My fingers start to stroke lovingly and tenderly over my jeans, which already was hot as well, heated by the sun. Stroking across one upper thigh, over my growing swelling, then across the other thigh. Back to the bump between my legs, helping my shaft to find a more comfortable place in the limitedness of my jeans. Then up to my jellybutton, penetrating into it, playing around and down again to my balls. And again - slowly, but intensely, enjoying. Again. Again. What a day. What a feeling. What a sense of being.

I planned to surprise her only a bit, showing her, when she will peep over by chance, my slowly moving hand, my slowly moving head and my body's shivers with excitement - but now my hand and my feelings are developing some kind of selfdynamics, which hinders me to stop - or to continue in a more inconspicuous way at least. Too late: this morning's mood and those warm sun beams, the chirping birds, the knowledge about my sunbathing neighbour girl, the cannabis in my blood and brain, this surge of erotic feelings, my tender and demanding slowly moving hand, the garden aroma, and the humming and summing all around: all this is immersing myself into a wonderful deep ecstacy. It has been a long time ago, I have felt like today.

I close my eyes. My butt, my thighs, my hands, all is in motion now. Slowly, rhythmically motion. My breathing has become louder and heavier. But I try to keep quiet enough, and I don't look over to her, because she still shall assume, I don't know about her, sunbathing and hiding on the balcony.

Every few minutes I notice some sounds of her deckchair - each time when she's moving to peep over to me. I don't know whether she likes to watch me, to watch me caressing my body, stopping at a nipple to press, roll and knead it, or whether she is so disgusted about what she can see, that she has to look over again and again. While I still wonder about that, my hands are increasing speed and pressure.

One hour has passed already, at least, and I'm still sitting here, busy with myself, more sliding than sitting, forward, back, to the left, to the right. My head tumbles from one side to the other, falling back to the neck. My eyes are closed, my mouth wide open, my breathing deep and heavy, and my face covered with a bright happy smile. Even brighter now, as I'm just opening the knob of my jeans and the zipper. Mmmmh, feeling goooood. Finally some more room for my cock to spread out.

My hand dives into the gap leading to my pubic hair, my abdomen rises up. My fingers run slowly through the bushes, moving forth and back, fondling, diving deeper into my pantyless jeans, along my already hard erection, diving deeper, catching my balls and kneading them softly. My butt is rotating, to the left, up, right, down, vibrating when the anus is being visited by my midfinger for a moment of fun.

My hand is taking care for some additional room in my open jeans. Now it's enough room to comfortably cover my already hard erection. I'm feeling the blood flooding the corpus cavernosum and plumping my glans, I'm feeling the increasing temperature of my penis, the increasing hardness of my shaft, the increasing pulsation of my glans.

My fingertips are looking for a comfortable place down at my shaft root and begin pumping. Though my cock is by far hard enough to fuck a girl, a radiator, a guy's ass and a grapefruit one after the other, I'm trying to pump more and more blood into it. My fingertips are pressing forcefully below the root and moving up, one inch only, then releasing. And starting from the root again. And again. And again. Pumping. Forceful pumping. A feeling like my shaft and glans will burst in a second. I'm calming down for a moment.