My office is on the second floor of a two-story building and overlooks the backyard of a very sexy woman. She is in her forties but obviously has taken very good care of herself. She has a better figure than most women half her age. All last winter I’d watched her and thought that she was good-looking, but once the summer started, I changed my mind. She’s beautiful. Of course, everyone has seen beautiful women and that is no reason to write to Penthouse Letters, but what is worthy of a letter is what she does during the day while her husband is at work.

During the winter I caught glimpses of her doing her daily housework. Usually she wore only long, fluffy sweaters. This did not seem too unusual -it never gets very cold here in Tucson. But as the weather started getting warmer, I could see that her clothing was diminishing. On one of the first warm spring days, she came outside to work on her garden. At first she had on a long-sleeve shirt and a pair of jeans. After about an hour of working on her plants, she took a bunch of them back inside. The next time she came out, she had changed her shirt and jeans for a T-shirt and a pair of cutoff shorts. Every once in a while she would bend over and I could see that there was nothing under her shirt — except, of course, her full tits. I knew then that it was going to be an enjoyable summer.

As the weather got warmer, I got used to seeing my neighbor walk around the yard in skimpy outfits. One day I looked out and she was in a string bikini. I almost fainted on sight. As she lay face down on the towel, my cock got hard as a rock. Imagine my delight when she reached around and untied her top. I could see the mounds of her breasts pressing into the towel. After a while, she untied her suit bottom and exposed the white flesh of her ass to the sun. I was in heaven. Here was one of the most beautiful women I had ever seen, lying with her ass facing me.

To keep from burning, she rubbed lotion into her skin from time to time. It seemed that the rubbing lasted longer than necessary, but I was not about to complain. I didn’t know how much more I could take. After about forty-five minutes, she retied her strings and walked back into the house. I thought the show was over.

A half hour later she proved me wrong. This time she walked over to the towel and lay down on her back. I started to tremble. She lay there for several minutes, then reached up and pulled off her suit top. Here were the tits I had been dreaming of for several months. As she put the lotion all over, she gently rubbed her cunt through her suit. Without thinking or caring I stood up, pulled my pants down, and started to stroke my prick. I was still playing with myself when she suddenly sat up and looked right at me. I could contain my orgasm no longer and shot off all over the window.

I thought that she would cover up and leave. Again I was wrong. She must have liked being watched, because she lay back down and started to rub more lotion on her body. Then she untied her bikini bottom and threw it to the side. Slowly at first, then with a frenzy, she played with her cunt. I could see her fingers slipping in and out of her pussy. As her back arched, I could tell she was climaxing. She lay there for a little while longer, then slowly got up. She left her suit on the ground and went inside.

Since this episode, she rarely wears anything when she comes outside. Now she sunbathes and masturbates in the yard several times a week. I usually watch and play with myself until I come. She has not acknowledged me again, so I don’t know if she enjoys playing for me as much as I enjoy watching.