"I'm heading outside"
"It's windy - Don't let it hit your clothes"
"I'm going to be taking them off."
"Too bad I have the kids today."
"Yep, too bad."
"What else you gunna do?"
"Watch and see."
"Maybe 😊"
"2 min"
She was right, it was windy, but warm. The gods haven't decided if it's still spring or summer, so we get a confusing bit of both.
I stepped outside, leaving the door open so I could hear my work phone ring, just in case.
Hanah looked great our our phone call today. I stayed silent, of course, no need for an HR call this early in the assignment.
The breeze was light, brushing to tops of my trees, making my neighbor's sycamore's sway gently, until a gust swirled around the backyard, ruffling my roses and flapping the tarp covering my weight set.
It felt good to pull of my casual Friday golf shirt and toss it on the lounge chairs, but she was right, it was windy enough that I wanted to avoid the splash, so I kicked off my sandals and pulled down my pants.
The wind felt good and I faced the sun, spread my stance, and took a deep breath, and let it flow.
It's not a fetish, just a nice feeling, to be naked and outside, warmed by the sun and washed by the wind. It was a good flow, one to brag about to my urologist, and one that would have been good to share.
I laughed to myself, shook it twice, and reached over to the grass for my pants.
"What's the rush?" I heard her voice and looked up. She was standing in the back corner of her yard, under the pepper tree where the fence followed the curve of the hill, and, if you stood next to the fence, we could see into each other's backyard.
Facing her, I walked a few feet toward her.
"I thought you had the kids."
"Oh," she smiled, "I do, right now they think I'm looking for toys in the backyard."
"What are you really doing?" I turned to face her so she could see me fully.
"I'm looking for a toy I can play with."
"To bad you have kids and I have work."
I tried not to think about it, but I could feel my blood flowing and my cock getting harder. It stretched and yawned and began to grow.
She laughed, "So, you are glad to see me."
I stopped fighting it and closed my eyes and soaked in the sun and felt it get bigger and bigger. My hands played with my nipples and my fingertips drifted over my skin. I could feel my heartbeat through my erection and it felt wonderful. It felt even better knowing that she was watching.
"What are you thinking about?" she asked.
"You," I said.
"And?"
"What you are going to do to your husband tonight." I didn't touch myself at all, just let it grow and bounce in time with my heartbeat.
She cleared her throat and stuttered, "Uhmm, what, I mean, I mean, " she could barely breath, "What do you mean?"
"I'm thinking about what you are going to do to your husband and what he's going to do to you, and it makes me hard."
"And what might that be?
I walked closer so I could whisper.
"After the kids are in bed, you are going to tell him to watch TV for 30 min, time it around Sports Center. You will shower, shave, and get out your favorite toy and lube."
She nodded and stared at my fully erect cock.
"You are going to strip naked and get on your bed, and text him the word, 'Now' and you will wait on your hands and knees. Facing away from the door. Exposed."
I stroked my cock once and she groaned.
"When he comes in you will squeeze a dollop of lube on your fingers, rest your chest on the bed, reach between your legs, and begin masturbating."
"Can I touch myself now?" she asked quietly over my fence.
"No."
"You will continue to touch yourself until he enters you, from behind, and you are not allowed so say a single word, except, 'Please'."
She gave out a little yelp.
"He is to cum inside you. After that you will lay on your back and ask him to eat you out, again, the only word you are allowed to say, is..." I paused and she filled in the rest.
"Please."
I stroked by cock and took a large drop of pre-cum from the tip and stepped over to her.
Without a word, she opened her mouth, extended her tongue, and took my gift.
I could see her swirl it around her mouth before she swallowed.
"Good Girl"
I turned and walked away without another word.
