My Horny Neighbour Ch. 02

Summary of previous chapter

My neighbour, Bill masturbated as he watched me masturbate in my garden shed.

Chapter 2: Letting it flow.

Bill is by the fence the following day. It's another warm afternoon and I wear a low cut top. The cups of my 42GG bra do little to contain my breasts as I work. Bill notices me working. No doubt he is locking it away to think about when he plays with himself, later.

As a man of 72 years of age, it surprises me he still achieves a hard-on. I know he has an eye for the ladies.

Brenda, who lives along the street at number ten told me she took a delivery in for him. The packaging was torn.

The package was a delivery of DVD discs. These films were not PG. They had naked ladies on the front. The ladies had no clothes on or wore lingerie. One of the videos dealt with extreme porn. It turns out Bill buys DVDs of ladies who urinate for an audience.

I find this amusing. I like the idea of Bill watching women pee. I find it sexy. I used to have a partner who loved to watch me pee my panties.

To anyone else, he seems like an older guy doing older guy stuff. He likes his garden. He washes and waxes his car. He enjoys a flutter on lottery tickets which he buys from the local store. Everyone else knows him as old Bill.

"What you doing there Jane?" he asks, over the fence.

I look up from my plants.

"Weeding. Got to keep the weeds at bay." I say, knowing he watched me yesterday. I enjoyed playing with my cunt during my break from the afternoon heat. Masturbation in the open air is a gift from nature. It's free. And it helps you feel free.

"I think I saw you." he says.

"Did you? Weeding takes a lot of keeping up with." I say waving my arm around the variety of plants in my borders.

He saw me masturbate. He watched the whole thing. I let him. We both know he watches me. Perhaps wearing sunglasses was too subtle a move. Maybe I need to show him I know.

"You look like you're hard at work. I'll leave you to it." he says, turning to leave.

"Okay Bill. See you later." I say, watching him make his way to his patio doors.

We both know where he's going. I am alone. I am wearing a low cut top. My tits are on show in my bra. Bill will appear at his bedroom window in a few minutes. He will masturbate watching me. If he's lucky, I might masturbate for him. Or do something else.

I would bet money on him appearing at his bedroom window.

As if by magic, I catch him shuffling around the bedroom overlooking my garden.

I return to my plants. I don't want him to see me looking. There is fun to be had with this.

You might be thinking I am wanton for encouraging him. I am. I own that label. I am a card-carrying slut.

I want him Bill watch me. He is the only neighbour who can see into my garden. I love to show off for him.

I pull up a plastic garden chair.

It is important to rest your back when bending over all afternoon. I sit back in the warm seat.

I pull my skirt up. My ass cheeks and thighs fill the gaps in the slats in the moulded plastic chair.

I lift my foot up and swing my leg over the arm of the chair. I open my thighs as far as I can.

Bill appears at his window to watch me.

My bladder is full. I should use the toilet but urine is beneficial to plants. It's full of nutrients.

I know Bill enjoys watching women pee. I know from the DVDs he watches, he pays to watch women pee.

The boyfriend who enjoyed watching me pee my panties used to prevent me visiting the toilets when we went out. He would make me wait until we were somewhere private. I got used to packing a spare pair of panties when we went out anywhere. He insisted on watching when I couldn't hold it in any longer. I had to wait until I was bursting before he allowed me to go. He would stare at the gusset in my knickers as it came out. It always felt wrong. I knew I should be using a toilet. That's what toilets are for. You're not supposed to pee in your knickers, but he made me do it. I grew to enjoy the warm feeling as it came out. I like how dirty it felt between my legs.

Bill is playing with his cock while he watches me. I can see his wrist moving.

My legs are as far apart as I can get them. I pull the gusset of my knickers to one side. I am facing his bedroom window. He can see everything.

I push down on my bladder.

The stream starts. It shoots out over the plants like a shower. I pull at the folds between my legs and the stream narrows.

It is easier to control when I press around my opening.

Bill stands still, mesmerised as I empty my bladder over my flowers.

It goes all over my plants and down into the soil. The afternoon sun glints in the yellow stream.

There's something so free about this. Like nature intended.

It keeps coming and coming. More and more comes out. When will it stop? I really needed to empty my bladder.

I pull the folds of my pussy. The stream narrows further. It shoots higher, onto the fence. Some of it goes through the gap. I soak Bill's plants too.

Bill hunches over at his window. His wrist moves faster and faster. His eyes screw shut. He looks up one last time and then he leaves. He is done. I hope he enjoyed the show.

My stream fades and I tense to squirt the last few drops out.

A few drops dribble out onto the seat.

I stand up. I leave the drops for Bill to see if he comes back down. He has some on his plants too.

I am such a good neighbour. I provide sexy entertainment and I water his plants.

Who could ask for more?