This story contains mature or graphic content.
Deb really did not have a reason to get up at five thirty, at least not one she would have care to tell anyone. She grabbed a cup of coffee and sat down at the table beside the dining room window.
She took a sip from her cup and then moved the curtain apart just enough to see out to the house next door. In the spring and summer he would be out on the patio where there was a work out machine.
But this was January and he would be exercising in the family room. A piece of equipment for doing set-up and lifting some weights.
Watching the neighbor working out was interesting enough she guessed, he muscles flexing and he was not a bad looking guy to boot. But this was an experience not often seen, he would work out in the nude.
Watching him was not something a proper lady should do she knew. Certainly it was not something she would have admitted to having done.
But this was a guilty pleasure, something she did not have to admit to anyone.
Alone in the dining room early in the morning and no one need know her little secret. She certain did not want the neighbor to know she was!
And God forbid that his wife would find out, what would she think if she knew?
But in a sense that just made it more exciting to her, a sense of danger in it. Deb liked the spring and summer more, there was nothing in the way as she looked out the second floor in to the patio. The colder months he would be in the family room and there were some fashion of curtains over the window. But there was enough of a parting that she could see well enough.
And yes there he was, doing set-ups on a bench just in front of the opening in the curtain. His stomach tightening and relaxing with each rise and fall, his thigh muscles would increase as he draw upwards. His nude body reacted to the flex and relax, though there was not indication that he found it a sexual exercise. As his penis would center then slide to the side as his body made a motion.
Most morning it was not such a sexual thing for her either, just enjoying the view so to speak.
But there were those mornings! She would wake up in that mood, when it was not for a shared experience. It would be for her and her alone that the pleasure would be for.
She would get out of bed and slip into her house gown, nothing beneath the silky cloth. As she walked to the kitchen the fabric would slip over her nipples and cause them to become erect and hard.
As she sat and watched soon her hand would slip into the gown and her fingers would outline the erect point on her breasts. Once in a while she would slip a couple of fingers into her mouth to wet them.
Then return to the motion of running them around and over the excited nipples.
This exercise in foreplay would last till finally there was a warmth and desire felt farther down her body.
Slowly her hand would move down her belly and the rounding of her finger would continue around the enlarged button between the folds.
Her breath would be taken away at the first touch, but her eyes never left the sight of the firm and naked man through the window. Her hunger grew, her thought would drift toward the thought of running her hands over his stomach. reaching down and stroking his “muscle” till it was as hard as her own nipples.
But then it became time to increase her pleasure, feel the vibration with-out and with-in. She had it at the ready in the pocket of the gown, with her free hand she drew it from the gown and stopped the finger massage long enough to turn the knob at the bottom of the clear and orange manhood.
