Free Story – Backyard Exposure

She was horny, and she figured the gal on the other side of the fence for a dyke. She’s had many delicious fantasies about being with a dyke.

 

“Summer sure took its sweet time getting here,” I mumbled to myself as I settled down on the chaise longue, getting ready for my first taste of the season’s tanning rays. After a rainy winter and cool spring, California was finally warming up to its traditional temperatures.

I was lying on my back in my small, private backyard, relishing this Saturday off from work and ready to get into my new novel. I’d been single for nearly a year now, since the breakup with my boyfriend, Mike. That was three years of unhappiness I’d like to forget! However, being a highly sexed woman, I was getting very horny without him. I made do with my extensive vibrator collection and became quite an accomplished artist with it, but it didn’t quite replace the personal touch.

I live in a duplex, which borders another of the same design, the two separated by only a grapestake fence. My small patio faces my neighbor’s and, though I didn’t personally know the couple of women who lived there, except for a casual hello now and then, I figured them for lesbians.

One was very butch-looking, dark and muscular, the other very fem, pretty and redheaded like myself. We were even built the same. Petite. (Mike always did say I had the longest legs for a small woman, and the tiniest of waists, all of which is set off by my very firm and round, natural tits.)

So here I was, settling in for a relaxing afternoon with a good book and with the warm sunshine caressing my winter-creamy skin. Suddenly I heard the neighbor’s screen door sliding open and footsteps coming along the fence to the backyard. Glancing up, I could make out the girl I thought of as “Butch” wearing what appeared to be khakis and a T-shirt. She dropped something heavy on the back lawn, then retraced her steps back inside.

I knew she could see me through the slats as well, lying there in my purple, barely there bikini. I was thankful I hadn’t removed my top yet! Not that I would have minded her seeing me naked under the right circumstance. The thought of letting another girl make love to me had always been a deep fantasy of mine. I wondered quite often what those two girls did in bed at night.

Mmmmm. Those thoughts began making me horny. I rubbed at my full left tit through my top, pinching my nipple a little, then thought, What the hell. I removed it, dropping it on the grass beside me. The sun felt warm on my erect, rose-brown nipples. I slid my hand down to my rounded pussy mound, parting my long legs.

I rubbed my hand across my flat belly, then down, caressing my wet cleft. I could feel the heat from my slit as it swelled in arousal under my cupped hand. I pressed and circled my clit gently. Mmmmm, sure wish Mike was here now, I thought, then suddenly stopped myself. No! No! I did not!

Instead, I imagined “Butch” next door kissing my pussy, licking up inside me…. No! Stop that! I told myself. If I didn’t, I’d have to go inside and get myself off, missing this much-needed sunshine. I’ll take care of my carnal needs later, I told myself and tried to settle down. About half an hour later, I decided my front had had enough sun, and I’d turn over to tan my back. I rolled over, adjusting my full tits beneath me, and once again started in on my book.

I don’t know what made me look up, but I found myself staring directly at a good-sized knothole in the fence. Through it, I could see what appeared to be tanned flesh and a bit of colored cloth. I must have been so engrossed in my book that I hadn’t heard the girl come outside again. Then I thought my eyes were playing tricks on me—I saw movement. Rhythmic movement. Sexual movement!

The harder I stared, the clearer the picture became. I was gawking right at a shaved pussy, and fingers were slowly rubbing and stroking the flowering lips! I couldn’t tell if there were two pairs of hands or one! Were my neighbors playing sexual games in the hot sunshine? I know the sun gets my juices going, but in the two years I’ve lived next door to them, I’d never seen this!

I couldn’t breathe as my heart was pounding so hard. I stared through the hole at the eye-popping scene. Her pussy was in my direct line of vision. I finally figured out it was one pair of hands, and the way they worked those pussy-lips made me grind against the chaise longue in near agony. I was becoming so hot!

One of her hands spread the lips of her pussy while the fingers of the other tickled over her clit and then would suddenly dip into her hot hole. I could see the shiny wetness on the lips, which were growing darker with each passing moment. She was as bald as a baby! I stifled a moan that threatened to escape. I knew if I made a sound she might stop, or worse, get up and go inside the house. This was like a xxx-rated movie I was living! I watched those fingers dip and stroke, and I just had to touch myself.

I lifted my hips and, with my thighs spread wide, dangling over the sides of the lounge, I slipped my hand beneath me to touch my now-soaking nether lips. They were so swollen and aching! I was imagining that she could see me as well through that small hole in the fence. Maybe she could!

“Mmmmmmm,” I moaned out loud, before I could stop myself. My hand froze immediately, in fear that I’d blown it, but the girl’s ministrations to her pussy kept on. I could tell her thighs must have been pulled way back, as her pussy was wide open and fully exposed. She stretched the lips back, as if to let me see deep inside. And I could. It was dark pink and pulsating, with a froth of lubrication coating the inner lips. We were only a few feet apart, separated by this damn old fence. She had to know I was looking!

I resumed rubbing and pinching my clit, humping my ass to show her I was aware. I was just as turned on. Suddenly I heard a soft gasp as her fingers worked frantically over the wet, frothy tissues. She was jerking and spasming and I knew then that she’d come. I froze, wondering what would happen next.

I was afraid she’d say something to me, but no. She got up off her lounge and went into the house, sliding the screen door quietly behind her. I let out a huge gust of air and grabbed my stuff, intending to get one of my vibrators revved up. I badly needed to come. In the house, I stripped off my soggy bikini bottoms. My pussy had literally soaked them with aromatic juices. I stepped into my long cotton skirt, still sans bikini top, as I grabbed a glass of water and went in search of my favorite vibrator.

Suddenly my doorbell rang twice, startling me. I could see through the half-closed blinds that it was her! My stomach jumped, but I answered the door. “Butch” looked at me with a sexy smile. She said, “I must be crazy….”

“Come on in,” I answered, stepping back. I felt as if I knew her intimately.

“If Madeline found out….”

“But she won’t,” I replied, smooth as silk, heart beating very loudly in my ears, standing inches from her muscular form. My pussy was once again pulsating with desire. This fantasy had to continue. Just for the moment, for us; then it could be forgotten. I was not about to become a homewrecker. But this was a deed that had to be done! And she smelled so damn good! Coconut suntan lotion.

“Great tits!” she said huskily, reaching out to touch one nipple. I had been completely unaware I was topless! In seconds we were in each other’s arms, mouths open and tongues entwined. I backed up until my calves hit the sofa. We fell back onto it, her on top of me. Her rough hands shoved my skirt up over my hips, revealing my hot nakedness underneath. “Oh, baby,” she breathed. “This is nuts! But whenever I’ve seen you, I wondered what it would be like fucking you, and now….”

“Here you are!” I finished for her, pressing my open mouth against hers. I thrust my pussy up toward her, my slit opening with such a swelling force, I felt it would burst. The wetness flowed from me like molten lava from a volcano.

My thighs spread wide open on their own, pulling back, exposing my pussy to its fullest. She pulled back from me to let her eyes absorb her fantasy come true. Then she scooted back, licked her thick lips, and began kissing and nibbling my inner thighs, first one, then the other. I moaned and threw back my head in utter abandon.

Her hot tongue was like fire as it got closer to my quivering pussy. Her hands reached up and tweaked my erect nipples, pulling on them gently, yet firmly making my pussy swell and gush fluid even more. I thought, I should have put a towel down.

I cried out in anticipation of her sucking my pulsating clit. Her hands slipped down, and she gripped me under the ass, lifting me up. I realized she must be a very strong woman to heft my 110 well-placed pounds so easily. Looking between my bobbing tits, I saw her dark head slowing, moving with her rhythm. Groaning, I felt my pussy contracting and expanding in want of release. She used her fingers to pry me open wider. The sensation made me moan in pleasure.

My swollen clit was standing at attention as she lightly grazed her tongue over it, savoring it, making me jump as though electrocuted! Her fingers were now urgently exploring inside my gaping hole, feeling the juices as they collected. Now her middle finger slipped in deeply and delved about, prodding the walls of my inner cave as she massaged my G-spot. She knew right where it was…of course she’d know!

I felt the lubrication flow. When she withdrew her diddling finger, I felt the fluid involuntarily spew like a geyser. I was a bit embarrassed. “I don’t even know your name!” I gasped out.

She licked her finger slowly of my slickness. “Sharon. And…?” She looked at me with my juices shining up her lips and cheeks. She really was butch, now that I saw her up close. Short cropped hair with lightly freckled tan skin and a handsome face. She made me hot!

“Kylie,” I whispered. “I’ve never been with a woman before….”

“You love it, Kylie,” she told me and bent to play with my pussy again. “Oooohhh yesss!” I sighed and let her have me totally.

Sharon pulled my reddened tissues taut, my clitty quivering in its demanding need for release, cool air caressing the lust-inflamed area.

“Mmmmm, look at that,” she said to herself. “Like a cinnamon candy drop.” She lowered her lips and sucked that bud of nerves right up inside her hot mouth. I felt the waves of my orgasm begin as my hips took on a life of their own. My thighs trembled uncontrollably. I was coming!

“Ohhhh yeah!” I squealed, thrashing my head back and forth in ecstasy. My nipples puckered as my lower half convulsed in a mind-blowing pleasure that shook my soul. Was this what they did over there night after night?

Sharon’s tongue gently but firmly lapped over my clit, keeping the orgasm floating for what seemed like another full minute. Her timing was incredible as she played my pussy like a stringed instrument.

Finally I came back down to earth, gasping and staring at my lover, trying to put things in perspective. What had just happened here?

“Do you want to do me next? Or don’t you eat pussy?” Sharon asked with a lopsided grin.

“Never have,” I answered, pushing my damp bangs out of my eyes.

Sharon rose and slid down her shorts, revealing her taut-muscled belly and rounded thighs. Her pussy mound was sparsely covered with fine brownish hairs. She sat down at the other end of the sofa and spread her thighs wide. Looking at that pink slit, I wasn’t sure I could do it. But that would be selfish of me. I had to go all the way, or this fantasy I was living out would never be complete.

I crawled over to her and inspected her pussy up close. Mmmm, it looked like me! I poked out my tongue and stiffened it, running it gently up one side of her inner lips to the other. She tasted sweet and hot! She was slick, too, as if she’d been ready to come while eating me. I continued to lick.

The bolder I got, the more Sharon began to writhe. Now I was running my tongue over her clit and even sucking on it, sucking up her flowing juices.

“Oh honey, I’m gonna be coming,” she moaned loudly as her hips began to quake. That excited me, and I inserted a manicured finger into her hot hole, careful not to jab her. As I started rubbing in there, Sharon erupted. Startled, I stopped. She thrust her hips at me. “Don’t stop,” she hissed through tight lips.

I resumed, and her noisy orgasm continued until she gently pushed my head back. “Wow, for someone who’s never done this before, you did very well. My second one of the day!” She grinned and kissed me. “Now, I gotta run. Madeline will be home in about 30 minutes,” she said, glancing at my mantle clock.

“What about….” I started to say.

“Hey, it was nice. You were great. But I gotta get.” She rose and dressed quickly and made for the front door. “Maybe someday I’ll catch ya through the knothole again, huh?” She winked at me and was gone.

That was a month ago. I have not seen her since except for pulling in and out of the driveway. If I’m lucky, I’ll get a little neighborly wave. Oh well, I’ll always have the fantasy to use with my vibrators. I’m not a homewrecker, you know.