My bedroom window looks down from atop a hill. I’ve seen pool parties and snowball fights, late-night arguments and make-up makeout sessions. I live up high, most of the neighbors live down low. The only way to avoid seeing people’s lives would be to keep my blinds closed. Which is a no.

I had new neighbors down “in the valley,” as those of us who lived on the hill called it. They were a young couple who had bought the house with the big in-ground pool and a hot tub.

It was a dry winter, and they’d hired someone to come and repair the gazebo and install an in-ground firepit. It was a flurry of activity down below that I enjoyed watching as I got ready to go to work or prepped for evenings out.

The weather was slightly mild for December, and I caught them once or twice sitting around the firepit with drinks.

They seemed pleased with their new home, and somehow that made me very happy for them. It was a seasonal feeling of well-being.

I had agreed to meet my girlfriends for cocktails and was trying on a new dress when I saw the couple down there at dusk with their steaming beverages and a little blanket. The firepit flickered with flames, and it was a lovely spectacle to behold.

I watched — transfixed — from my bedroom window.

He pulled her close, and there was a kiss. A hell of a kiss.

Just watching it made my lips tingle and my pussy quiver.

I put my hand over my mound and just held it. I was suddenly horny and wanting.

He slid his hand under the blanket, but it fell away, and by the light of their celebratory fire, I saw him slip his fingers into her leggings. She arched her back, and her lips parted, as if on a moan.

I could imagine the pleasure that created that body language.

I slid my own hand beneath my dress. I hadn’t yet bothered with underwear.

My fingers were shaky on my clit as I made soft circles. The circles grew bolder as my pussy grew wetter. I stepped forward, resting my forehead on the cold pane of glass. They were laughing. I could tell. He had dropped to his knees in front of their new fancy wicker sofa. He’d coaxed her leggings down. She wrapped the blanket around her shoulders — but lifted her hips to his eager mouth.

I let out a moan, my breath briefly fogging the window. I pushed my finger inside my pussy and fucked myself that way, grinding against my hand.

He licked her, moving his fingers restlessly across her inner thighs before finally plunging one or more deep into her cunt. As I watched, I played with my pussy.

He was so intent, and she seemed so amused. The firelight danced as he ate her out, giving the whole scene an intense quality.

I came as her orgasm seemed to overtake her. Her back arched, her head fell back, and I climaxed, my cunt gripping my thrusting fingers as my body shook with the unexpected force of my ecstasy.

He moved up to kiss her, and she wrapped the blanket around them just as my phone buzzed. It was my friends, wanting to know if I was on my way. I hurried out.

At the bar, Catherine asked, “You OK? You look a little flustered. You’re not sick, are you?”

Before I could answer, Theresa said, “She looks like she just got laid. Who is he?”

I laughed it off and avoided their questions. But curiosity was burning in me. Would there be more outdoor encounters as the couple enjoyed their new home and its surroundings?

Turned out, the answer was yes.

Two nights later, it happened again.

We had that lovely dusting of snow thing going on. The couple was out in their yard before night had truly fallen. The sky was just growing purplish around the edges.

I was at my desk by the window working when I saw the flash of movement down below. They were stringing lights. Christmas lights. Big fat retro bulbs.

He was on a small ladder with a staple gun and the tail end of the wire. She was on the ground feeding him what he needed.

I watched them work together, observing their good humor and flirtatious nature. I wondered if they’d been together for a long time or if they were newlyweds.

My pussy pounded with arousal just watching them. It seems I had hardwired a certain sensation when I saw these two. I was instantly horny.

As he finished up the lights on the gazebo, she blocked him from coming down the stepladder.

He said something, with his hand on the roof of the small structure as his body balanced on the short ladder.

She batted her lashes at him coyly and threw back her head with laughter.

Then she slid her fingertips down the length of his fly.

He stared at her and stayed still.

She said something else, then reached up and unfastened his jeans. She fished his cock out of his pants and moved forward — no doubt, to demonstrate how perfectly positioned he was for her to suck his cock.

I sighed and pushed my hand down into my pants and then into my panties. I was already soaked and tingling with excitement.

She worked his shaft with her hand while placing her lips over the head of his cock. She sucked hard enough that even from my distance, I saw her cheeks hollow out.

I curled my fingers inside my pussy and slid them in and out of myself. They were slippery with my overflowing juices.

She cupped his balls and slowly worked her mouth down the length of him. Surprisingly, she took him almost down to the base.

He stood there on the ladder, watching her with his face set in grim determination. The fingers of one hand still clutched the edge of the gazebo roof.

Then he was thrusting. One hand cupped the back of her head. He brushed his fingers through her long dark hair as he fucked her mouth.

She braced her hands on his thighs as he moved. His rhythm grew bolder, and she met his thrusts with her mouth.

I moved my slick fingers to my clit and drew circles on my throbbing button. I wanted him to come but then again, I didn’t. I wanted him to fuck her. I wanted to see him bend her over and really fuck her like his life depended on it.

Surprise, surprise, I got my wish!

He only made it a few more strokes before he grabbed her hair and gently pulled her back. She said something, and then he hiked up his jeans to go down the ladder. He pointed, and she obeyed, going back to the sofa near the blazing firepit.

The sky was turning cotton-candy pink, baby blue, silver and lavender.

Her face was lit by firelight as she knelt on the seat and playfully shook her ass at him. He grabbed her pants and yanked them down.

I imagined I could hear her shriek of faux outrage.

He dropped onto his knees, spreading her ass cheeks and seeming to lick her back hole. Her mouth was open, her cries lost in the twilight.

They likely thought they were invisible, surrounded by their very high fences. Few people remember the houses on the hill.

All mirth had ceased. She got totally into the fucking and reared back repeatedly. I watched it all, entirely turned on and stroking my clitoris. When he got to his feet, put his hand on her lower back and pushed until she bent over like a flirty pinup girl, I came.

As my pussy twitched with post-orgasmic spasms, I watched him drop his jeans beneath the darkening sky and move in close behind her. He grabbed his cock and dragged the tip of it up and down her slit until she jiggled her ass impatiently.

He slid the length of himself inside her and stilled. She jiggled again, and he smacked her ass.

I put my hand between my thighs, working my fingers back inside my pussy. My heart rate was starting to escalate.

He smacked her ass again and again until she behaved herself and stopped her impatient squirming.

Finally, he was satisfied and started to move. He grabbed her shapely hips and held on as he fucked her in earnest. Every few strokes, he gave her ass another healthy smack. By that point, her butt was likely decorated with pinkish handprints. I couldn’t tell, but I wished I could.

She held on to the sofa and drove herself back against him cheekily.

He pulled out of her all the way and moved around to the front of her. He pushed his cock against her lips. She parted them immediately, taking him in. He held the back of her head, sliding in and out of her mouth. His hips bucked, and I saw the flex of his ass muscles with every movement. Someone definitely worked out.

Finally, he tired of his own game and pulled out of her mouth. He bent, held her hair, said something to her, and then planted a fierce kiss on her lips.

He moved behind her quickly, eager to get back to the fucking.

I was with him. I thrust three fingers in and out of my cunt as I watched and waited.

He grabbed her hips, slid into her and fucked her fast and hard. Every time he thrust forward, he yanked her back against him. She threw her head back and moved her body to take him. Then she came.

Her full lips were parted, her eyes were closed, and she cried out.

I matched her orgasm, caught up in her pleasure and excitement — and the taboo nature of their outdoor coupling.

He was caught up, too, because he managed three more thrusts before going rigid behind her — no doubt shooting his load deep into her wet pussy.

I rested my forehead on the cool glass, wondering if I could find a way to get an invitation to their backyard fun. They were both as hot as fuck, and I lost myself in a fantasy of eating her snatch while her husband watched us in action.

I had a feeling it was going to be an interesting winter.