A couple of weeks ago the weather here in England was glorious. During that time I spent lots of it in our back garden soaking up the rays. For about a month previous, my husband had a bad back and sex had been completely off the radar, not that it was was always on it. I'm an attractive and very fit woman, mainly because of my job and my life style. I also have a very healthy libido, one that needs to be satisfied almost daily. I usually played with my pussy and arse in our bedroom, using various toys I have, when my husband went to work during his imposed month long abstinance from sex. Because of the nice weather and the fact I'd had a glass or two of wine, I was sat in a sun lounger and reading a very raunchy book, a book everyone is reading at the moment and I became extremely horny. I put a hand down to my pussy and began to rub myself through my loose cotton dress and knickers. Getting more turned on I snaked a hand inside my knickers and really began to play with my wet pussy, stroking my clit and inserting a finger inside my love hole. Being slightly restricted I hitched up the dress, removed my knickers, put the book down and got down to pleasuring myself for real. I'd spread my legs and began using both hands to give myself pleasure. One hand rubbing on my clit the other using two fingers to fuck myself with. The sun was beating down on me and the gentle breeze was blowing on my well trimmed pussy and arsehole. I was almost at the peak and ready to cum when I noticed movement in the neighbours window. Looking up I saw their teenage son watching me from his bedroom window. His name is Danny and he's nineteen and he was clearly masturbating whilst watching me masturbate. I was too far gone to stop and quite frankly at that moment I couldn't have cared less. Looking at him I started to finger fuck myself harder and squeezed my clit with my thumb and two fingers. The orgasm when it hit me was a very strong one and I bucked up and down as it ripped through me. When I'd finally setled I looked up again at Danny's bedroom window, he wasn't there. Later on just as my husband was getting home from work, I saw Danny walking past our house. He blew me a kiss, smiled and mimicked me masturbating. I was so embarrassed, but equally turned on by the fact he'd mastubated himself by watching me.
The weather has turned nice again and I'm thinking of performing the same thing again, this time I might just use one of my smaller toys to help my self enjoyment, who knows I might just wait until I know Danny is watching.