I noticed the young neighbor watching me when I was gardening.

From what I could tell he’d moved in alone. No girlfriend or boyfriend. No parents. He looked in his mid-20s with dark hair that fell across his forehead, a constant pair of sunglasses, and he was usually shirtless in gym shorts due to the heat wave we’d been having.

The shorts left little to the imagination when he moved. There was a big swinging dick beneath those shorts. It turned me on. I didn’t want to fuck him, though. I wanted him to see me get fucked.

I told Todd when he got home from work. We’d been together long enough that he knew all my kinks. So he froze, with a small smile on his face, when I said over parmesan shrimp and pasta, “The new neighbor guy stares at me. A lot… ”

He shook his head and chuckled. “You want to give him something to really stare at?”

I tried swallowing my food; it felt like it was stuck in my throat. “Yes. I do. I really, really do.”

“How much?”

We were eating side by side on the sofa while a movie we’d seen played at a murmured volume. His hand strayed up beneath my sundress and he stroked my panties. Beneath the thin cotton my pussy grew wet. I shifted, trying to find a better position. I failed.

His finger trailed over my clitoris, already plump and throbbing just from our conversation.

“A lot,” I managed.

Todd pushed a finger beneath my panties and dragged it over my naked clit. I shuddered.

“Someone’s wet.”

“Very.”

“Short answers. Someone’s so turned on her brain isn’t working.”

“True.”

He put his plate down and took mine. “Tell me, what do you want to do?”

He knelt before me on the floor, lowering himself slowly until his mouth hovered over my pussy. I knew that he would not touch that tongue of his to my pussy until I said something that pleased him.

“I want to fuck in the bay window. His deck faces it. Most nights he’s out there drinking a few beers, smoking, listening to music.”

His mouth latched onto me and my hips shot up to bump against his tongue. He chuckled and pushed my hips down. Then he went at me. Eating me slow and lazy so that I could watch every lap of his tongue. He grew slower and slower until I was panting. When he sped up for just a second or two I came, pushing against his shoulders.

He righted himself and we fought for the button of his shorts before he batted my hand away. He freed himself, grabbed my hips, hauled me to the edge of the sofa, and drove his hard dick into me.

I grunted from the force of his entry. I squeezed my internal muscles around him so that he winced. He didn’t want to come fast, but when I did that, it enticed him to let go.

“Don’t.”

I grinned. I squeezed. He sighed and fucked me faster. His hands gripped my hips. My dress inched up higher and higher. Todd sucked my nipple through the bodice of my dress. He shoved into me chaotically. And then he came just as my pussy clenched wetly around his shaft.

He looked up at me, out of breath, but smiling. “Tomorrow? It’s Friday.”

“Sounds perfect,” I said. “I can hardly wait.”

And waiting was the hardest part.

I checked that window every 15 minutes the next day. I worked from home and sometimes that was a curse. Too easy to get distracted by things like dishes, laundry… or sexy neighbors who often stared at you.

I sat in the window seat and wondered how the hell he’d see us with all this sun. It was a good angle. If I could see him, he could see me, and I had planned on not putting our little display on until the sky had started to darken a bit with twilight, which meant there were hours to go before we could get started.

Todd called to say he’d be late and by the time the dinner hour rolled around, I was losing it. I drank a glass of wine while sitting in the window seat.

I saw our young neighbor arrive home from work. He climbed out of his truck carrying a six-pack of beer.

I slipped my hand beneath my skirt and ran my fingertip over the gusset of my panties. Pleasure lanced through me, so I did it again. And again.

After a few minutes, he came out onto his back deck with a beer. He’d changed into shorts and a weathered tee. He was ridiculously handsome, I realized. And I wanted him to see me come.

When Todd got home I scrambled from the seat and kissed him. He licked my lower lip.

“Tastes like wine.”

“I needed wine to take the edge off.”

He poured me another glass. “Get back in the seat. It’s turning to dusk out there.” He turned on the lamp and I was suddenly backlit.

“I pointed my toes and climbed one leg up the part of the frame facing me.”

A glance told me that our neighbor was in his seat, already drinking his second beer.

I got in the window seat and sipped my wine. I pointed my toes and climbed one leg up the part of the frame facing me.

In my peripheral vision, I saw him looking.

“Put your hand under your skirt,” Todd said. He stood off to one side so he couldn’t be seen.

I slid my hand beneath my skirt, rubbing my clit through my panties. They were already wet in the center. I did it more dramatically this time, so what I was doing became increasingly obvious.

A quick glance showed me I had his rapt attention.

“Lift your hips up and slide those panties off,” Todd said. His voice was velvety but almost sinister. My nipples spiked and the breath in my lungs felt heavy.

I lifted my hips, fluffed my skirt to give a flash of thigh, and slowly dragged my white cotton panties down. I dropped them to the side.

“Skirt up around your waist,” Todd said.

This was new for us, him instructing while I obeyed his commands. A frisson of excitement came over me.

“Spread your pussy lips. Angle yourself a bit more.” His voice was growing gruff. His excitement was building, too.

I did as he said and plunged a finger into myself. I gathered my wetness and spread it slowly over my clit. Big, circling revolutions of my fingers. I plunged my finger back in and thrust my hips up. Anyone watching should be able to tell I was getting myself off.

I subtly glanced his way. Not obvious for him to know I was looking. His hand now rested on his lap. He swigged his beer slowly as if transfixed.

I heard Todd inhale and then he was there, in the window seat with me, shoving my skirt up higher, knocking my legs wide. He put his mouth on my pussy, sucking, drawing on me slowly. I groaned, turned on in general, but even more so with how turned on he seemed. He pushed his fingers into me roughly and I arched up to let him.

The thrill of having the new neighbor watching was enough to send me right over the edge. I came, clutching Todd’s shoulders. But he just kept going, adding a third finger to the two already plunging deep inside me.

“Fuck, fuck — ,” I panted.

“Soon,” he snarled against my inner thigh. Then he went back to lapping at my pussy while fucking me heartily with his fingers.

I was gushing, so wet I heard every plunge of his fingers into my recesses.

He sucked my clit vigorously, knowing once I’d already come, I needed more force. He drew on me repeatedly until I found myself capitulating to his ministrations again.

I glanced to the side to see our neighbor in his Adirondack chair. His beer was on the deck, his hand on his lap. He wasn’t moving it, he wasn’t touching himself, but he was transfixed on us.

“Fuck me,” I said, “Fuck me. He’s watching… ” The words rushed out of me along with the air in my lungs

Todd got his pants off and knelt on the window seat. He grabbed my hair and pushed gently as I lowered. “Suck,” he said.

I did. Body bent forward, ass in the air, I sucked his cock, fast and eagerly. He was hard and warm in my mouth. His skin tasted like salt water. I gulped him down, ran my tongue along his shaft, sucked the tip. I made a show of it while my juices dripped down my inner thighs.

He fisted my hair, held my head, fucked my mouth. His lean hips shot forward.

He knew I couldn’t see, so he fed me the information I needed. “He’s watching. He’s considering jerking off. He keeps running his finger up and down his crotch.” He grunted, thrusting into my willing mouth so hard it made my breath stutter.

He pulled away suddenly and I cried out. But then he was turning me, spinning me, not even letting me right myself. He turned me away from him and pushed a finger into my cunt.

“Juicy,” he growled, then laughed. “If he doesn’t run inside to get off when this is over, there’s something wrong with him.”

“Is he watching?” I moaned.

I wanted to see, but Todd describing it to me heightened my arousal. He slid a finger into my anus and I jumped.

“Oh, yeah. He’s watching. He has his palm pressed against his dick and he’s transfixed. Who wouldn’t be?” he asked, fucking my asshole with his finger as he pounded into me. “That ass. Anyone would want to jerk off at seeing this ass.” His free hand caressed my ass cheek and the sensation of a tender touch coupled with his hearty thrusting made my pussy clench up around him.

His finger continued to work my back hole and I found myself driving back against him. I was so close, so close to coming again.

“Come on, baby. Give him one more.”

I turned my head at an awkward angle, but it allowed me a glance out the window through the hair that had fallen across my face. He was watching, his hand moving restlessly atop his lap.

He was going to jerk off. He was going to jerk off to us. To me.

I came, and I wasn’t quiet about it. I drove back a few times as my pussy clenched around Todd’s cock.

“Final bit to the show,” Todd groaned. He pulled out of me and left me gasping. Then hot come was splashing my back and ass. I glanced over again as I tried to catch my breath, just in time to see our neighbor stand and hurry through his sliding door. His shorts tented with his arousal.

I smiled.