Wharton Lane

I moved to this neighborhood a couple of years ago. I work at home and tend to be a homebody, so I really never have gotten to know any of my neighbors save the ones on either side of me and across the street. Being a homebody, I'd gotten kind of lazy, and when I noticed my Levis getting a bit tough to button, I decided enough was enough. I had to do something - no way was I going to turn into some single spinster cat lady as big as the side of a house, so I decided to start walking. At first I'd just walk around the block a couple of times, but that soon became boring, so I stepped it up a notch and pepped things up to include crossing over the main drag and into the neighborhood over behind the local shopping mall. I crossed the main drag without being hit by any no-drivers, then passed the strip mall area and turned the corner onto Wharton Lane. Wharton Lane is a short driveway-type little road that for whatever reason is between two other roads along the back yards of 10 houses; 5 on one side, 5 on the other. About half the houses have tall wooden privacy fences, some have tall shrubbery, a couple have chain link fencing, and one in particular, to my great pleasure, had a fence of fully mature bamboo! This is exactly what I've been thinking of doing along the sides of my house, but buying bamboo from the nursery is kind of expensive, though, and since I didn't know really where to find any growing locally, I just hadn't done it yet. I hoped the owners wouldn't mind as I closed in on the tall, beautiful fence and selected some tiny new shoots sprouting up. I bent down, plucked a couple, and stashed them in my backpack. As I started to straighten up, I heard a familiar sound... a slight, soft, yet deep moan found its way to my ears. Even before my brain knew for sure what the sound was, my crotch obviously did. I felt the twinge between my legs and I instantly felt the insides of my pussy pulse. My heart quickened... I stooped down again and moved some bamboo leaves ever-so-slightly to clear a view. What I saw made my breath catch. About 15 or 20 feet away was a hot tub. A very fit, tanned man with brown straight hair was sitting on the edge of the hot tub. He was facing toward my right so that he was in profile view. His head was tilted forward, his damp hair dangling about his 5 o'clock shadowed face. He was naked with a flat abdomen, his left foot planted on the cement in front of him, his right leg outstretched. Between his legs was a very shapely, very tanned-appearing woman. She was wearing a tie-dyed sarong, tied on the left at her waist, and a white, belly-baring halter top, tied behind her neck, covered her ample bosom. She had long auburn hair done in a French braid, ringlets of hair having escaped about her face and the nape of her neck. Her feet were bare. She was gazing at the man's cock as if it were made of the finest china in the land as she caressed his ball sack with her left hand and stroked his outstretched left leg with her right hand. I was immediately flushed with excitement. I knew I should get up and move on, but it was as if I was glued to the spot. My pussy was aching full on now and I'd dropped my right hand and was unknowingly caressing the skin of my own exposed thigh. I stayed put, gawking at the lovely display in front of me. He slowly lifted his chin and brought his head back as her hand moved off his muscular leg and onto his semi-rigid cock. He was propping himself up with his hands behind and to each side of him, perched on the hot tub, and she had begun to stroke his cock. She would occasionally take her eyes off his cock to look up at him, and then with a slight hint of a grin on her face she'd gaze back down at his cock. She stroked slowly and with purpose as she leaned in directly over his cock with her face and let her saliva roll off the tip of her tongue and onto the head of his cock, which had begun to swell, its veins bulging, the dark skin glistening in the sunlight. She must have had a tight hold on his balls because as the color of his straining cock changed to a deep purplish-red, the head of it seemed to massively swell. He was moaning, and she was letting tiny, barely audible gasps escape from her lips. She looked up at him just as he raised his head back up and their eyes seemed to meet. She licked her lips coyly, and his eyes widened, seeming to plead. She raised her hand from his balls and gave him the "no-no" sign, then went back to stroking, a little more saliva added as she did so. He grinned widely, mumbled something I couldn't make out, and back his head went, face to the sun. She worked his cock like a million dollars - stroking, brushing across the glans with her thumb, pulling on his balls, reaching up and tweaking his nipples... his hips had begun to move in rhythm with her strokes, which had now begun to speed up. My feet had long fallen asl**p and my hand had moved from my thigh to my crotch, pushing against the seam of my shorts that seemed, somehow, to be just over my clit, giving myself waves of shivers each time I pressed down. Entranced by the vision of these two tanned and gorgeous people, sweat slightly beading on their skin in the sunlight, I wasn't moving, tingling feet or not! He reached forward to touch her breasts but she moved back slightly, just out of his reach. She looked up at him and again, picked up the pace of her stroke. She moved the hand off his balls and wrapped it, too, around his shaft along with her other hand, then working both hands in unison, stroked and stroked, thumbing the head with every few strokes. His hips were moving, his breathing obvious as his abs moved in and out, shoulder muscles tensing and untensing... He moaned loudly and called out "Oh babe!", and she slowed down, removing her left hand. He looked down at her just then, and she seemed to cup his balls again. As she did so, his eyes rolled back and he closed his lids, breathing very heavily. The motion of her hand seemed like she was fingering his taint or his asshole and then suddenly he tensed up... and shot a load of white hot semen up into the air about 3-1/2 feet... it rained down on his chest as another shot went up nearly as high, this one landing on his lovely stomach... and again, 5 or 6 shots like that, each barely lower than the next. I switched my gaze to the woman... she was transfixed on his cock and the cum that was landing on her gorgeous man's chest. She was in heaven and so was he. ...and so was I for that matter. As his breathing returned to normal, he smiled widely and took her face in his left hand and spoke. I couldn't hear what he said, but she smiled just as widely. Then she leaned forward and began to lick the cum from his belly and chest as his hands were allowed to grasp her breasts with one hand and her ass with the other. I let the leaves of the bamboo quietly back into place and stood up best I could with my feet asl**p, picking up my backpack in one motion. I turned and headed back down Wharton Lane... seems a date with my battery operated boyfriend was a bit overdue...