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 ‘No,’ I thought to myself. ‘That’s not what I just saw.’You know that feeling when you think you saw something, but you really didn’t?That’s what I thought for a split second. Let me explain…Although I have a large yard for Ranger, my golden retriever, to play in, he still enjoys a walk around the block every evening around dusk. Ranger is more “retriever” and less “golden,” but is a happy, well-behaved guy about eighteen months old.It was last Wednesday when Ranger and I were out for our walk. (I need the walk too.) He’s usually so relaxed that I don’t need to grip the leash tightly, though I do keep it looped around my forearm.As we walked along the sidewalk, he suddenly saw something. I don’t know what, but he was off into a neighbor’s side yard in an instant. The leash slipped down my wrist and off my hand in a flash. Perhaps it was a squirrel, but I took off after him.It wasn’t the first time this has happened, but he never runs far, and he always returns when I call him. As I chased him into the space between the houses, I didn’t call to him for fear of alarming the neighbors. Ranger had stopped and was just snooping around the shrubbery when I reached him and took the leash. That’s when I saw what I thought I saw. Or did I?The blinds on the side windows of the house were closed, but the space between the edge of the blinds and the window frame was wide enough for me to get an accidental, unintended glimpse of something inside. And it was indeed a glimpse. At first.Sitting in a recliner facing away from the window was a naked middle-aged man gripping his erect penis.And that quick, half-second glimpse is what caught me. I already had Ranger under control and had taken a step back toward the street, but I stopped after one step. I actually froze in place. Had I seen what my mind processed? No, it wasn’t possible.Before I walked back to the street, I made the decision to take another look. Just a quick peek to make certain I was mistaken.I know. It sounds creepy thinking of a woman my age peeking into a neighbor’s window. But I just had to satisfy my curiosity and get back to my evening walk with Ranger. So, against my (usually) better judgment, I took one step back to the place I’d caught Ranger. And I took another look. Guilty! Arrest me now for this.But what I saw confirmed my initial glance. There was indeed a man with his back to the window. Masturbating. His cock was hard and long and beautiful. He was gently stroking it and massaging it with both hands. I was instantly captivated by this scene, and I knew I needed to get out of his property and back to my walk.But I froze. And watched. I couldn’t take my eyes off this scene. I knew I must. I know I only watched for fifteen seconds, but I could have watched much longer. In those fifteen seconds, I felt myself grow damp between my legs, and my heart rate must have doubled. The sight of this man tugging on his dick took over my entire mind and body. Oh, how I wish I could have stayed. And gotten nearer for a better view.What had I suddenly become? Some sort of crazed, perverted voyeur? Of course not! I’m an upstanding citizen. I took Ranger and completed our evening walk.And I stayed moist. I couldn’t shake it. The scene I had witnessed was not fading, no matter how I attempted to redirect my thoughts. The itch between my legs only grew stronger. As I reached home and turned Ranger loose in the back yard, I had one, and only one, thing on my mind. The intensity had grown so strong that I hurried into the house and into the bedroom where I quickly removed my shorts and panties.The urge was so strong I didn’t even take my top off. I was rubbing myself before I even lay down on the bed. When I did reach the bed, my pussy was fully inflamed in heat and was the only part of my body I was aware of. The only thing in my mind’s istanbul travesti eye was the scene I’d witnessed half an hour earlier. I simply could not get this unknown man’s cock out of my head. I probably looked like some sort of maniac, the way I was squirming and playing with my genitals. Sure – like everyone, I enjoy slow, deliberate masturbation sessions – but not this night. I reached my first climax in less than two minutes.Instead of feeling a sense of relief, however, the first one only increased my energy and my need for more. I lay back and paused briefly before diving back in and exploring my super-sensitive regions. My clitoris was engorged and begging for more attention as I circled and pressed it the way it likes best. As I rubbed myself, I used fingers on my other hand to slip inside and bring forth the soothing moisture that keeps me slippery.The more I pressed my clitoris, and the more I slid my fingers in and out, the larger this anonymous dick became in my imagination. Honestly, by the time I reached another orgasm, his cock had become a foot long and as thick as my wrist. As my third and fourth orgasms gripped me, I began to ask myself why the sight of this man masturbating had such an effect on me.Finally, I relaxed, got up and finished some household chores and eventually went to bed.You’ve already guessed what was on my mind as I drifted off. And you know what my fingers were touching as I did so.The next morning was bright and sunny, and I more or less put the previous night’s thoughts out of my mind. Well, I tried to. And I was partially successful. I only thought of it every ten minutes or so.As I did some gardening in my front yard, Judy, my next-door neighbor, walked out to her mailbox to get the daily advertisements for replacement windows and dental services. We said our hellos to one another and waved, as is usual for us. Judy mentioned that the sky was a deeper blue than she’d seen this year, and that she was going to soak up some rays on her private patio. Judy invited me to join her if I wished, but I said I had too many other things on my agenda for the afternoon.Judy often tans nude on her patio, and she’s invited me to join her on several occasions. She has told me she sunbathes nude and that I needn’t feel compelled to do the same if I wanted to join her sometime. She doesn’t know I’ve tanned and swam nude on several occasions, since I’ve chosen not to advertise that in our rather uptight community.There had been some tall, overgrown shrubs between our houses that were becoming too large and out of control, so Rob, Judy’s husband, trimmed them a few weeks ago. The houses are rather close to one another, and the shrubs have always provided privacy for their patio. After finishing my weed-pulling out front, and grabbing some lunch, I went up to the bedroom to put away some laundry. That’s when I glanced out the window at the beautiful sky and looked over toward Judy’s and Rob’s house.There on the patio was Judy lying on her chaise completely nude, reading a book. Judy’s an avid reader, so we occasionally commiserate on books we’ve been reading. As I mentioned, I knew she sunned au naturel from time to time, though this was the first time I’d seen her from my house. I made another trip to the laundry room and was putting away more clothes and decided to take another look toward Rob’s and Judy’s back yard.To my total shock, Judy didn’t appear as she had just ten minutes prior. She was still reading her book – which she was holding with her left hand – but she was touching herself with her free right hand! Down there! This wasn’t at all like the night before. I didn’t take a quick glance and turn away: I stopped right there and stared! Judy was gently and slowly tracing her slit, spreading her lips, and pressing her clitoris travesti istanbul each time she reached it.Her legs were spread wide and one leg was resting on the arm of the chaise. I watched the expression on her face for a moment and saw her mouth change as she pressed more firmly against her clit. Occasionally she’d take her hand off her pussy and cup the underside of one of her breasts, then return to her genital area for more.I’m sure I was more curious than anything as I watched Judy pleasure herself. I’m a confident straight woman, but seeing Judy was so very erotic that I felt the same urge I’d had the night before when I stumbled into the stranger’s side yard. I was mesmerized at Judy’s blatant, beautiful, masturbation on her patio. There was no escaping the feeling. I had no choice but to strip and join Judy, albeit at some distance.Once I had my clothes off, I just stood looking out my window, touching myself with both hands. I began to mimic Judy’s moves, attempting to produce the same sensations she was feeling. I had never watched another woman masturbate while I did the same – and this was indescribably wonderful. Judy was taking her time at this and was obviously enjoying it. I was too!After a while, she put the book down and began working herself more fervently. With both hands, Judy alternately plunged a finger into her vagina and pulled it out, lubricating her labia into a glistening shine while squeezing a breast with her other hand. As I watched, I couldn’t stop doing the same thing to myself.When Judy’s hips began to rise and fall, I knew it was almost time. She seemed to lose control when her fingers were dancing wildly all over her pussy. And just when she reached her orgasm her entire body convulsed, tensing all over and relaxing. Her orgasm was so strong that she went through three or four of these intense, full-body-gripping seizures. When she relaxed, her face was so calm and serene. I recognized the familiar aftershocks as her body jolted uncontrollably for a minute or so.I stood there hardly believing what I’d just witnessed. Only my hands hadn’t stopped just yet. I was so intent on seeing Judy cum that I hadn’t taken care of myself completely. My own orgasm was a minute or so after Judy relaxed, but it was amazing. I exploded with energy and was glad the windows were closed, preventing Judy from hearing my sound effects.But then she started again! Seriously! Judy wasn’t finished. She picked her book up again, turned the page, and started reading more. And just as before, her hand found her pussy and began exploring. It was only about thirty seconds before she hit another climax – and soon after, there was another. And another! Judy was one of the lucky, multi-orgasmic type women.Watching her masturbate was so erotic that I again had an image in my mind that wouldn’t go away. She got up and went inside after a few more minutes, and I put my clothes back on and finished my afternoon chores. But the vision of my next-door neighbor masturbating in the sunshine wouldn’t fade.That evening, Ranger and I took our usual walk, passing by the house where I saw what I saw, and continuing through our usual route. As we passed his house, you can quickly guess what I began to see and feel. Yes, I “saw” him again. But this time, I “saw” Judy as well. My mind kept flashing scenes of both of them enjoying themselves intimately.These “visions” became so overpowering that I once again couldn’t resist my own urges after I was back inside the house. Just as the night before, I stripped and settled down for some serious masturbation. But tonight I wasn’t in quite the hurry as last, so I took my time. I tried replaying what I’d seen Judy doing outside. I had watched her so closely; not wanting to miss any technique that might work for me. In addition, istanbul travestileri the very thought of masturbating outdoors in the sunshine – in broad daylight – was driving me wild. I know I spent the better part of an hour fantasizing about outdoor masturbation while thinking about my unknown neighbor’s big dick and Judy’s afternoon performance.I doubt I’ve ever tested this theory. I’ve heard it off and on for years, though. But I began to wonder if it could be possible to think of something so much that it could somehow eventually occur. No, it’s not possible. Or is it?This morning I was out weeding my garden (again) and I noticed Judy sweeping her patio. She called out to me, saying “Hi,” and I walked over to the hedgerow to chat for a minute. She mentioned that Rob had converted their hot tub to a “cool tub” for summer use. They installed the hot tub during the winter and had invited me to hop in anytime I wanted. I never seemed to get around to taking them up on their offer during the winter, and I’d never actually heard of anyone converting their jacuzzi for summer use. Judy said she’d read about it in a magazine and learned it was popular in warm climates when people wanted to cool down but didn’t own a pool. Rob had balanced the chemicals and adjusted the temperature so it was still somewhat warm, but very comfortable for summer soaking.After telling me this, she all but insisted that I come to join her and Rob for a snack and a refreshing drink and a soak later in the afternoon. She knows I’ve been bored with all the restrictions on usual activities, and could really use some conversation with others to help with all the stress we’ve been dealing with. I figured I may as well take her up on the offer. With temps around 90, a refreshing splash would be nice.To my utter horror, my swimsuit – which I hadn’t worn since last summer – was all stretched out and coming apart after sitting in the drawer all winter. To top that, I’d lost seven or eight pounds since last year and the horrid swimsuit was hanging all baggy off my bottom. It went into the trash as I dialed Judy’s number to let her know I wouldn’t be joining her and Rob. Judy laughed out loud and reminded me that she and Rob didn’t mess with swimsuits, and their guests weren’t required to do so either.She also reminded me that it was perfectly safe to come over and hop in the tub nude. She also said that I could hang around outside the tub with my clothes on if that was more comfortable. She stressed there was no pressure at all, and that no creepy people would be around to spoil the afternoon if I decided to strip and hop in with them.I didn’t want to sound too gung-ho about this, so I spoke as if I were a bit reluctant – but I actually was glad to hear her encourage me to go on and join them without a suit.I know I should have asked who else Judy had invited, but for some reason I didn’t. I guessed I’d find out soon enough.Decked out in my shorts, a button-up cotton top, and flip-flops, I walked next door around 4:30 as planned. I’ll admit to having a few butterflies, but I was ready for a new adventure. Little did I know.Judy and Rob were both dressed casually. Judy was setting out some snacks on the patio table as Rob welcomed me to their backyard oasis. He offered me my choice of water, soda, or wine, and then showed me the “cool tub” they’d installed (as a hot tub) in early winter. He and Judy and I chatted for a few minutes about neighborhood gossip. Rob’s phone rang and he took the call, then returned and mentioned their other guest was going to be delayed a while. I snacked on cheese and some delicious pecans.The afternoon was hot – even in the shade – so I rather boldly asked, “When can I try out the ‘cool tub?’”Judy told me she didn’t want to be pushy and was more or less waiting for me to suggest it. She said, “Right now is just perfect.” She said I could go inside and undress if I wished, or I could undress outside since it was a private space. She went on to say she and Rob take their clothes off right out by the tub to avoid having to walk back and forth.