.(voy,ff,masturbation)

The Nieghboor~


It was an off night. I could feel something humming in the cool night air. The
sky was bruised in dark shades of a storm moving in. I stood there in white
linen. Feeling the air reach up under my dress, moving about the thickness of
my thighs I felt a sudden arrousment. Where was I ? I kept asking my self this
over and over. Why was I here in this god forsaken town? Turning 31 was hard.
I had left behind a sense of innocence and not yet entered the "prime" I hear
women often talk about. But I felt sensual with the wind dancing about my
body. I was wondering as I closed my eyes and leaned back against the big oak,
about the god of wind. Was it goddess or god...? Thats when I heard her voice.
I always hated the woman my nieghboor married. She was mean and uncaring. 3
years back when she married Rob was the end of that friendship and the
begining of silence between us. But she, Anne Marie, was beautiful in such an
awkward way. Her hair was straight and a  bit long. She wore her bangs like a
young school girl, just curled slightly to frame her eyes. It was a sparkling
sherry when the sun caressed her. Anne's eyes hypnotized you. They were almost
evil looking, spell creating , clear blue. When we did speak, which were very
few times, I had a hard time keeping eye contact. I was always scared she
would see my attraction for her in detail. Anne took great care of her body.
She owned the local ballet studio and often worked out to keep in shape. To
look at her taught carmel tanned skin and her tight breasts and ass, you would
have never known she had two children.  
As the heavy purple clouds moved in the sky grew darker, and the wind picked
up I moved closer for a better look at what she was doing. Our backyards
connected with a rickety little fence. There she stood. Anne looked angry as
she tore the clothes from her clothes line. She was wearing a t-shirt and
socks. I watched her move about in a fury. Her breasts hung free and moved as
she moved. It was a bit nippy and her erect nipples pierced through the soft
cloth. I love her anger, her constant battle to ingnore happiness. With her
laundry in her arms she collapsed and sat there. What a beautiful sight. Under
garments and socks, blankets and towels that draped her figure sat a beautiful
wench. I felt guitly watching her in this manor. I wanted to ask if everything
as okay......but she would of became angrier, and then I would have missed the
gift of secret gazing. As I lowered myself quietly near the trunk of the tree
I moved my body in a position to see her clearly, yet she could not detect my
presence. I felt safe. 
She leaned back and stretched her legs. Then she began stretching her left
leg, pointing her toe towards the evening sky. I recognised this excercise
since I have seen her do it many times with her daughter practicing thier
routines. The difference was that this time she was alone, with me, and she
was wearing nothing under that t-shirt. I was a bit shocked. Anne was graceful
and lean, and I enjoyed her so. Her sex was bare with only a small patch of
red hair shaved in a small rectangle. Slowly and gracfully I began to unbutton
my dress. I watched her lift her t-shirt and caress her breast, so in sequence
I began to caress mine. I watched her fingers move towards her sex. Her butt
sat in the dirt of the tomatoe garden of last year and her fingers moved in a
slow massaging motion inside her fleshy pink lips. Her tear stained cheeks
were redend and her lids closed.The wind found her and played gently with her
hair whisping it in all directions. I wanted to climb with her. As I opened my
legs I felt the immediate heat from my sex touch my own fingertips. My lips
were drenched in my own honey. I slipped two fingers in and searched for the
glorious ridges in which would allow me to be with her when she climaxed. Anne
pulled her shirt above her breasts and tugged at her nipples, as I did. With
one hand I twisted my nipple , and the other moving in and out of my sex in a
timely fashion as not to get ahead of her. The little light we bagan with was
dissapearing quickly. But we both moved  in sequence to our delights, she
being mine this time......I heard her moan, then I moaned covering my mouth.
Thank goodness for the sounds of the wind, no doubt singing to our orgasms and
molesting us both. As I brought my fingertips to my mouth, I watched her do
the same.I wanted so much to taste her fingertips, and her to taste mine. I
buttoned my dress and circled the tree and began to walk in my house as I
heard her voice. 
"Nice evening out tonight....." she said in a seductive voice.
"I suppose", I whispered almost not speaking. Then I stoped and looked over to
her. She smiled. I smiled. "I love to dance with the wind" I said uneasily.
She turned and picked her laundry up, began to walk inside, then stoped and
turned. 
"Maybe we could do this again sometime........watch the storm coming
together...."
I smiled and said nothing. Had she known? I don't know, but I never found out
why she was crying, and for that matter have never spoken a word since to her.
I have tried. But like I said she is an angry person..........and it was an
off night.