My cock rose like a divining rod, aimed straight at the naked woman next door, in the five seconds or so I let myself gaze at her in her pool.

My conscience overcame me, and I turned away. But the image left in my mind was one I continued to savor: her lovely nude form, stroking gracefully through the water in the evening, with all the lights out except those shining below the surface of the water.

She’d seemed as if she’d been gliding through the air, a slow-motion goddess with her hair trailing out behind her. I’d seen the twin mounds of her gorgeous ass cheeks breaking the water’s surface. When she’d reached one end of the pool, she’d spun around and briefly heaved up out of the water, so I’d also got to see her ample breasts.

Unbelievably beautiful. And there she was, right outside the window of my new apartment. The place was a third-floor studio of sorts, a turret that set my window above the trees lining the adjacent property. Only I could see over. Only I had that view — apparently — of the naked woman in the pool.

I could hardly fault her for skinny-dipping. I myself had a habit of going bare-assed in my home, and at that moment, I had a raging hard-on that was bobbing freely.

Even after shutting the blinds, I could still hear the water splashing over there. She had a swimmer’s body, but with just the right curves. I imagined her skin would be soft and smooth when she’d rise from the water, dripping. If I could touch her, I would feel that wet skin, beaded with chlorinated water. Her nipples would be stiff in the open air.

Again, my principles got the better of me, and I did my damnedest to shove away my lascivious thoughts about her. It wasn’t easy. I finally resorted to that old cliché: I took a cold shower. Even then, it was an effort not to let the water remind me of what I’d recently witnessed.

But the next day as night fell, I found myself listening for the splashing sounds. I had the blinds open again.

It had been a mentally exhausting day. I rubbed my eyes and sagged back in my desk chair. I was just starting to doze while sitting there, when the sound of a body diving into the pool jerked me back awake.

The rhythmic splashes of someone stroking through water followed. I didn’t go to the window. I kept my bare butt planted stubbornly in my chair.

The woman next door had the right to recreate in her pool in the buff without some horny postgraduate ogling her secretly from a window on high.

Then again, I thought, did I have any rights in this situation? After all, that was my window. I’d paid for it, along with the rest of the apartment. If I wanted to look out it, shouldn’t I be able to do that any time I wished?

I let that thought churn in my head awhile, but the previous day’s images of the naked woman kept creeping into my thoughts. Finally, my conscience gave out. I got up and sidled over to the window.

Peeking just around the edge, I saw her again, as lovely as the day before. Her nude form sailed smoothly through the water. Once again, my cock stood up in appreciation.

With no patio lights on over there, she made a surreal sight. It was as if the pool floated in limbo. Its light seemed to pour over her, accentuating her flesh and making her more beautiful with every clean stroke she made across the length of the water.

I didn’t pull away. Not this time. My cock was throbbing. Need was burning within me, searing away my mental fatigue.

A surge of guilt hit me as I took my cock in hand, but there was also a thrill coursing through me. I’d never thought of myself as a voyeur. But I’d also never been presented with such an opportunity.

Helplessly, I started jerking my rod, and pleasure immediately raged through me. My window had to be clearly visible to her. My light was on, so if she looked she’d know somebody was up there. If she wanted to be sure she was unseen, she could swim in the dark.

She got to one end, then flipped over and started backstroking the other way. Her big tits gleamed as moonlight splashed around her. The bare mound of her pussy flashed above the water’s surface.

I stroked myself relentlessly, and suddenly, the intensity was too much. I unloaded all over myself. Afterward, I stood there shivering with come on my belly and dripping down my legs. It was the most powerful jerkoff I had ever experienced.

I could barely sleep that night. The next day it was a struggle to work on my paper. I went from keenly anticipating the onset of nightfall, so I could spy on my naked neighbor, to lying to myself that I wouldn’t do it again.

It was like those old cartoons where there’s an angel and a devil on someone’s shoulders, telling them what to do. In my case, the devil was buck naked with a raging hard-on, and he wanted to spy on the naked swimmer!

The day waned, and night soon came. My blinds were open, and I heard the splash.

I sat, frozen and naked, in the privacy of my apartment. I was torn by conflicting impulses. The hot animal part of me wanted to go have a look, to drool over the sight of that beautiful body.

But the scrupulous part of me said to go shut the blinds and give the woman her privacy.

I got up to close the blinds — not creeping up on the window that time — just walking up in full view as I reached for the twisty plastic rod that would shut the slats.

When I got there, though, I froze again. She was gliding through the water, a glory of glistening flesh, as enticing as something from a dream or even mythology. One of those female creatures so tempting, they make men do crazy things.

I stood watching, completely exposed. My cock stirred, and my whole being tingled with desire.

She paused, midway across the water. She treaded gracefully and scooped her wet hair off her face. That face raised toward my window, and I felt a kind of electrical current snap to life. She was staring back at me.

My throat got tight, and my cock got helplessly harder, standing up like a steel rod. The light behind me was no doubt silhouetting me perfectly. She could tell I was naked, too. She could probably even see I had a major hard-on.

But she didn’t react with any consternation. She continued scissoring her lovely legs back and forth beneath her, keeping herself afloat, like water was her natural environment.

I wanted to see her clearer. The impulse went counter to any last scruples I had about my newly discovered voyeuristic bent. But she wasn’t trying to hide herself. Her breasts stood out of the water. Her head didn’t move, and she kept gazing at me.

Spellbound, I grabbed a pair of binoculars from my closet, then raced back to the window — sure she’d have vanished. But she was still there.

Standing before the open window, I raised the binoculars and shrugged, as if to ask her: Is this OK? I put the lenses to my eyes and adjusted the binoculars’ focus. My hands were shaking, so it took a few seconds.

My goddess popped into full, detailed view. Her image was as sharp as if she were a few feet away. Again, I felt that electric jolt. My cock strained, and my balls hummed.

Her body was as exquisite as it had looked from a distance. My gaze roamed over every inch of her. Finally, it settled on her face. She was gorgeous with a model’s features.

I also saw, with a happy shock, that she wore a beguiling smile. There was no doubt that she knew exactly what was going on. I was “spying” on her — and she liked it!

I realized in a daze that our exchange was a private thing between us. No other windows around her property looked down on her in her pool. It was just me and her, alone. Despite the distance separating us, the moment was strangely intimate.

It was certainly the weirdest way I’d ever been naked with a woman. But I didn’t know where we went from there. She kept grinning, but made no move to wave me toward her. I wasn’t being invited over, but apparently I was perfectly free to ogle her.

I was too bashful to start jerking my cock. But my whole body thrummed with need. I remembered how awesome it had felt to pump myself the previous day as I watched her. I wondered to myself about how intense the experience would be if she was watching me do it.

I swayed in the window in my sexual stupor, this unbelievably exciting moment seeming to freeze itself in time.

But she finally turned and swam to the edge of the pool. She got out, disappearing into the shadows, and a terrible disappointment overcame me. Even with the binoculars, I could barely see her anymore.

A minute later an inflatable raft was tossed onto the water. She dove back in and nimbly climbed onto the floating chair. She paddled with her hands and got the thing positioned so she faced me dead-on.

Then she sat back and spread her legs. Her pussy gleamed. With the lens, I could see her shaved mound. Pre-come oozed from my cock as a wave of insane desire touched every part of me.

The woman put a hand between her spread legs and traced her fingers up and down her damp cleft. I knew she was wet from more than the pool water.

As she plunged two fingers into herself, I took up my shaft and started pumping. The evening air prickled my skin. She worked her fingers in and out. Her hips jerked, and her pretty face wore an expression of ecstasy.

I pumped my cock and went right over the edge. My spunk flew as she writhed through her climax. Her mermaid sex appeal had overpowered me.

Finally, I looked shakily through the lens again. She was waving me over.