XXXIII
The rain of semen my neighbor sprayed onto my garden, unbeknownst to her that I had witnessed it upclose, or so I assumed, led me to really look forward to retribute the sweet and erotic gesture. But how? Up to now I had not seen her face or her body, but just the tip of her dick and the tip of her nose with some hair that hung in the breeze. I just assumed she had feminine traits and style. For me my neighbor was a hot she. I wondered also if she was doing it for me or it was just her thing to play with herself in the balcony at early or late hours of the day and spread her semen away. I needed to know. Oh I wished it was meant for me. My guess is that she knew me because of the Yoga in the garden which I did all dressed, albeit often in a rather smallish bikini. While I like being naked in Yoga I was not going to expose myself to the many eyes that could see me in the yard; I suppose that if it were only for her eyes I would have done it without clothes; but then I did not know if she was interested specifically in me. One way to know: in my next naked yoga session I would finish on my back and I would masturbate and cum on a pink rose. I would let the semen cover the petals and slide between them. It would be a glazed rose if you wish. But once dried on the flower, I imagined its fragrance would still be the pungent and wild aroma of my own cream. I really wanted to hook up with this girl.
I woke up early; today's dawn was cool, perfect for my naked Yoga. I was hoping my neighbor would come out today for her little ritual. I had one big rose with me in case. In case I heard her start pleasuring herself on the balcony I could expect a creamy shower I wished. I would suspend my asanas which I would be performing already naked and very close to the edge of my patio. I would then lie down to masturbate peeking at her dick and flowing hair and part of her hand, listening carefully to her panting in the silence of the early morning silence. And I would fill that rose meant for her; yes, my sperm would fill the crevasses between the petals. Some twenty minutes in, already in some dynamic dogs, I was keeping a good pace, my sweat in check thanks to the cool breeze. Perhaps in the swings between dogs and planks, what I call the wave, my dick and balls were flowing freely, soft and relaxed. But at the first sound of steps on the wooden deck above it was my dick and balls that sensed it first, swiftly starting to harden. I stopped my flows and moved to the edge of the porch following the steps. I prepared to lie down and feel myself to climax. I felt that this was going to be a good one. On my back, naked, I was already hard. I grabbed my penis with my left hand wet of saliva and started stocking it at the same rhythm as my neighbor, imitating the sound of her voice, and, as her, not too loud so to disturb anyone.
Then I heard a second set of steps. Who was that? Her lover? Her friend? It surely was someone intimate to her rituals. I looked up: the dark tip of my neighbor's dick was already in place soon joined by her hand. And then another dick emerged, a hand held it, no head hair swinging. Was it a woman? A man? The new dick was larger, darker, with a more bulbous tip. I had a fantastic view of two beautiful glistening dicks. I wish it were a woman, yes, two women giving pleasure to themselves... They were both very aroused, their penis tips shining with pre-cum; they started helping each other, as their dicks grew closer their hands switched to each other's dicks, which made them bow slightly forward. I, the peeper, was highly aroused with more than pre-cum oozing out of my big, engorged dick. Now from below I got to see their closed eyes, their panting, open mouths, their engorged nipples on hanging full medium-sized breasts, swinging in the air and pointing down at me. Yes, four of them from two horny, attractive women. All of us with our hands sliding on our very wet and shiny dicks. I was close to come just at the view of these hard dicked women helping each other but they were not done yet. I had to wait, I had to be patient, I had to remember at that final moment to get the rose and bathe it with my come; but the rose would have to wait as they were not finished and I wanted to come with them. Then the larger, second penis disappeared. The swollen, dark head I knew well stayed, ever so wet, keeping her chest and head bowed over the rail. Now I would be able to recognize this beauty. And then suddenly a slight shriek, a smiling mouth and her dangling breasts tell me she just got something she really enjoyed.