Backyard Neighbor Monica!

Mark was faced with the chore of preparing the backyard for the shed he was going to build there. While he was measuring and staking the land, he overheard the neighbor to the back. She was about Mark's age, and built like a brick shithouse. Long silky brown hair complemented her curvaceous form, and always seemed to accentuate her perky assets. Monica had been over on several occasions with her husband Roy.

"Yeah. Hurry up and come on over." Mark eavesdropped on the one-sided conversation. "Roy went golfing, and won't be back for several hours. I'll leave the front door open. Just come out back. I'll be by the pool. See you soon."

Mark had since positioned himself so that he was peering through two slats of wood in the fence, and found that he had an excellent view of their backyard. He spotted Monica sitting in the chaise lounge, sipping on a straw from a tall glass. As she placed the phone and the glass down, she repositioned her chair to get maximum sun. It was Mark's lucky day! She was practically facing him as she stretched her long tanned legs in Mark's direction, and tilted the chair back slightly.

Mark had always fantasized about Monica, and he couldn't keep himself from reaching into his jeans and playing with his growing member. What Mark witnessed next, made him bring his cock out in the open while he slowly stroked it.

Monica had grabbed the suntan lotion and spread it across her shoulders and down her long arms. When she returned to her shoulders, she removed the thin spaghetti straps, revealing that she had no tan lines there. Monica dribbled another healthy amount of lotion into her palm and coated her washboard abdomen, and then proceeded with each leg, luxuriating in the silky sensation. Her body now glistened in the bright sunlight.

Mark could faintly see Monica's nipples peaking her light blue top. Mark's cock was throbbing in his hand as he watched the teasing display. Monica leaned back, quickly looking around the yard, before resting her head on the chair. She still had the bottle of lotion in her hand, squeezing another generous amount of lotion into it. She dropped the bottle by her waist, and with her other hand undid the clasp at the front of her bikini top. The tight fitting top flew apart as soon as Monica's wonderful orbs were exposed. To Mark's amazement there was no evidence of tan lines there, as Monica rubbed her hands together and massaged the lotion all over her tits till the sunlight reflected off of them. Monica paid special attention to her hardening nipples as they began to swell. She tugged on each one till they stood tall and proud on their own. Monica continued flicking them with her fingers as an audible moan escaped her lips. Mark could feel the lava begin to boil in his balls. Monica's hips were rolling slightly as the tiny tremors worked their way through her body. She paused momentarily, looking around the yard again. She reached to the bow ties at her hips and undid each one. She grabbed the bottle, yet again. This time she nearly poured all the remaining contents into her palm. She flicked the loose material from her crotch, and Mark stared as the cloth landed between her spread legs. Mark almost gave himself away, taking in an audible sharp breath, as he viewed Monica's flowering pussy lips.

He stared in awe, wildly pumping at his prick, as he watched Monica spread the white lotion all over her tanned crotch, and into her bald, pink pussy. She instantly slid two fingers all the way in, while her other hand eagerly vibrated over her engorged clit. Monica began humming as her hips rose and dropped with each stroke of her hand. Her pussy was so lubricated that Monica had easily inserted a third, and eventually a fourth finger, stretching her pussy wide, right in front of Mark's eyes. Mark couldn't believe his luck, as his cum was near the boiling over point.

Mark fisted his cock, pumping furiously as Monica's breathing became more labored, her chest heaving with every breath she took. Monica cried out, loud enough for Mark to hear, but stifled enough to keep from alerting the entire neighborhood. Mark's load shot out with great ****, splattering on the wooden fence, just as Monica raised her hips and joined her thumb with the rest of the fingers buried in her pussy. Monica was fisting herself with one hand, while vigorously frigging her clit with the other. Mark watched in disbelief as Monica twisted her hand, buried up to her wrist.

Monica continued on for several minutes before finally collapsing on the chair. Mark's jaw was hanging to the ground as he watched the fluids leak from her distended pussy. Monica was still recovering, lying naked on the chair, when Mark heard another voice.

"Oh! There you are," someone cried out! "I see you've started without me."

Mark looked up to see whom the voice belonged to. When he focused his eyes across the pool and realized who it was, he froze in his tracks. His cock immediately sprang to full attention, waiting to see what was going to happen next.