Call it Voyeur's Dumb Luck if you will, but there is something to be said for stumbling onto a couple enjoying the fruits of their lust on a cool, Spring night. It happened to me in April 1994, right next to my own backyard. The mid-30s, divorced woman who lived next door had always sparked some desire in me ever since I'd noticed her sunbathing in her backyard. Her figure was sensuous -- lovely, full breasts that surely had to be 36c, if statistics mean anything. I hungered to fondle those breasts and lick their nipples more than once. I'd thought several times of running my fingers upon her legs, too. Her voice was sexy-deep, her wit quick, it was clear after some small chat with her. Unfortunately, all I could ever do was starve from my side of the fence. She had a child. She was also meticulous. Spotless everything. She was so good at keeping everything outside her home straight, she probably had a file for dust. And she had boyfriends from time to time. So, I was plum out of luck.
Besides, any attempts by yours truly -- your basic, disorganized, tongue-tied type -- to extend conversations beyond small talk would have invited more trouble than I could handle. From her (with my luck). From her boyfriend(s). Mostly, from my Significant Other, who knew about my fondness for my redheaded neighbor and was not enthused. My luck turned that April night, though.
My work schedule was rather crazy. Gardening calmed me and I enjoyed trying to maintain some semblence of a backyard lawn. I watered my lawn by hand at night sometimes (I live in a climate where I can get away with that in April).
On this night, I went out back and noticed my neighbor's large bedroom window wide open. That had never happened before and it never happened after that night. I knew she had a boyfriend there. I saw him get out of a car which was in her driveway. What I didn't realize until I went a little further out into the darkened yard was they were together in her bedroom in plain view. Naked. Both on her bed. She on her hands and knees. He behind her. My heart raced as I scrambled back inside for my binoculars. When I returned, I found a good spot to watch without being seen and was treated to an excellent, live view of a man taking a woman from her backside. He drilled her well and she moaned loudly with his thrusts. She screamed in her sexy-deep voice as he pounded her more. Finally, she let out a luscious yelp and fell flat on her stomache on her bed as she climaxed.
My only regret was that she wore a loose-fitting sweatshirt, concealing the delicious sight of her breasts swaying to the beat of her man's thrusts. It was a minor problem, all things considered. The couple caught their breath, then he laid her on her back and pounded inside her again. Her moans of joy were musical. After a short time, he laid on his back and she rewarded him for his work with a methodical, deliberate, meticulous blowjob he really seemed to enjoy. Couldn't blame him.
They laughed a little when all was said and done. Meanwhile, I went back inside with a giant blush and a heart rate that could break the sound barrier. Her window was shaded shortly after and her bedroom light was out. Like a good birthday cake, there is only so much of a great, sweet treat, and I couldn't complain about the amount I got. I've been very lucky over the years, always quite by accident. I've heard couples in hotels pounding beds. I once had a neighbor in my old apartment who had sex frequently with a loud, large-chested blonde with a sweet, high, tasty voice. The first time I heard her was on a night when my SO was sound asleep beside me. It would be nice to see a sight like that April night again -- the kind where the couple clearly care about each other and enjoy the moment, like the one I saw. Good sex is hard to have (or see or hear) unless the people really care. I must admit, I wouldn't mind arranging it, but I'm not betting the farm it'll happen.
Yeah, it was Voyeur's Dumb Luck, what happened to me. But I'll take that kind of luck anytime -- unless and until something better happens.