1. The Accidental Flash


    Date: 3/9/2016, Categories: Seduction, Author: CommunicationDirectr, Rating: 20, Source: LushStories

    I stepped out on my patio in my boxer shorts, shirtless and without shoes. I felt comfortable doing so, since I had a large back yard and a privacy fence. I turned on the garden hose and began watering the dozen or so potted plants when I looked over and saw my neighbor, a young twenty-something, doing the very same thing. Her patio was a wee bit lower in elevation than mine, so in actuality I wasn’t looking over as much as I was looking down. Our houses were typical suburban houses, about fifteen feet apart. But our patios were more like twenty feet from each other. Brenda was a head turner. She had moved in about six weeks earlier and while we had not formally introduced ourselves, we had exchanged waves on a couple of occasions. Brenda was sporting cut-off shorts and a cut off t-shirt, which was cut just a tad-bit short, because every time she would bend over, I could very easily make out the bottom portion of her luscious breasts. Suddenly, I realized I was watering my feet and not a potted plant. I stumbled over the hose and cursed myself. Brenda straightened up and peered over at me. She held her plastic watering bucket in front of her. “Hey,” she remarked. “Hey,” I replied back, placing my finger over the end of the hose, spraying the grass in my backyard. Awkward moment: I wondered if perhaps I had been caught stealing a peek I shouldn’t have taken. Suddenly, I realized I was still in my boxer shorts so I turned off the hose and darted silently back into my kitchen. ...
    I continued my lurking, watching from the safety of my kitchen and the kitchen window. I washed what few dishes were in my sink. I peered back outside to check on my neighbor and didn’t see her. My imagination was running wild. I retreated to the bathroom and took care of my frustration, then stepped into the shower. I stepped back into my kitchen and looked for some breakfast. I peered out the kitchen window. No Brenda. Then I stopped and looked again. I couldn’t believe my eyes. There she was positioned on her stomach on top of huge beach towel, in her backyard, practically naked; her legs spread shoulder width apart, giving me a perfect view of her love box. She had on a peach colored bikini that was about three sizes too small. I watched as she attempted to re-adjust the tiny strip of cloth, inadvertently giving me a quick flash. She propped herself up on her elbows and fiddled with her cell phone. I slipped my hand into my boxer shorts and squeezed my stiffening cock. I imagined sliding my cock into her pussy and what it might feel like. Within seconds, I shot a load of cum into the air. I watched as it splattered on to the kitchen floor and then as a second stream followed. I grabbed a bottle of Lysol and a wet mop and cleaned up the evidence. I settled down at my computer to complete some unfinished work. I couldn’t get Brenda out of my mind. I stepped back into my kitchen and peered out the window. Brenda had disappeared. My heart sank. I kept a close watch for her ...
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