As I watch my neighbor Lucinda tend her garden in the nude for the fourth Saturday in a row, I have to wonder: Does she even know she's naked?

The way she carries herself as she moves around the yard, bending and twisting and turning, suggests someone oblivious to their nudity, someone more than comfortable in their own skin. She doesn't appear cognizant of, nor the least bit concerned with, just how much she's revealing to any potential observers.

Although I'm pretty confident the only person who can see her is me.I live in a townhouse, so our yards are adjacent, but to either side of our ed property is a tall privacy fence and beyond that an even taller row of trees before the next house.

She is certainly a sight to see. Tall, with a curvy, hour glass figure. Her milk chocolate skin takes to the sun naturally, smooth and flawless, with not even the hint of a tan line to be found.

Her breasts are large and quite firm looking, despite her age. Although as to that number I can only wager a guess; somewhere in her late thirties, early forties max. Every squat she makes to pull a weed or pluck something from one of the potted plants shows off her round, juicy ass and full hips.

A wide brim straw hat sits upon a crown of raven black hair that is always pulled back in a girlish ponytail when she works the garden, but flows like a midnight river over her shoulders and down her back when set free.

Her eyes are currently hidden behind her sunglasses, but I know their dark brown color from our brief encounters while coming home from or heading off to work, the store or wherever.

So far we've only ever spoken during those times, the usual friendly neighbor type chitchat about the weather or the delay in the trash pick up or whatever latest embarrassing outrage the current Con Artist In Chief was perpetuating on our country.

I tried my best not to think of her naked body during those conversations after that first time seeing her in all her splendor a few weeks ago. Although I often wondered as we chatted the same thing I wonder now as I stand looking out my bedroom window at her. Does she know? Is she aware she is being watched? And if so, does she care?

She'd only just moved in at the start of the new year. And it wasn't until recently, when the weather had turned warm, that she'd started her garden. I'd thought her an attractive woman even before I saw her naked, but my God did my appreciation for her elevate tenfold that first time I spotted her sans clothing.

I had just woken up and, as was my habit, took a look out my bedroom window to assess the weather. Lucinda was in her yard. Her back was to me, and I thought I must be imagining things at first, that she was simply wearing some type of skin tight leotard that matched her skin tone. But when she bent to retrieve a trowel, there was no mistaking her exposed asshole or the hairy, puffy folds of her vulva peeking out from between her gloriously round ass.

And then she turned, giving me a full frontal view of her voluminous breasts with those dark, saucer sized nipples. The patch of hair over her mons was as black as that on her head, full and thick and damp with perspiration.

I was rock hard instantly.

Speaking of hard - Back in the present moment, my cock throbs in my hand, reminding me it wants, nay demands stroking. Yes, I masturbate while watching Lucinda. I'm not exactly proud to it that, but I'm not exactly ashamed, either. I'm a middle aged, red-blooded hetero male. She's an absolutely stunning woman, buck ass naked just outside my bedroom window. If you told me you'd look away, I wouldn't buy it for a second, bub.

And so I stroke, and watch as Lucinda goes about her work. Her skin glows with the sweat of her exertions. Through my binoculars - don't judge, I bought them after the second nude appearance the following Saturday made clear the first time wasn't a fluke - I can observe the beads of sweat that run down her cleavage. I imagine licking the salty moisture from her skin, and long to smell the scent of her after baking in the sun all morning.

I've been edging for over thirty minutes now, my cock leaking precum and my balls aching for the release I will deny them until the show Lucinda is giving me is over.

As I again teeter on the brink, that ragged edge of no return, an idea comes to mind. An idea that could lead to something exciting that I would never forget, or wind up being the stupidest thing I ever do.

***☀️☀️***

I stand at the door to my patio and take a deep, calming breath. I am wearing only a robe. I've managed to get my erection to subside enough to not be obvious beneath the loose folds covering it, but it refuses to go away completely, feeling tingly and engorged and ready to return to full morning glory given the right stimuli.

"Here goes nothing." I open the sliding glass door and step out into my yard.

Lucinda sees me immediately. Time seems to freeze as we lock eyes... well, sunglasses, I have mine on as well... and I wonder how she'll react. Will she try to cover herself in embarrassment? Will she run, screaming and humiliated, back into her house? Will she curse at me angrily for intruding, despite the fact she has no right to expect privacy in this situation?

And then her face lights up in a brilliant, white-toothed smile. "Good morning! Beautiful day, isn't it?"

It takes a moment for me to respond. I'm still trying to grasp the fact that she is completely unaffected by my presence despite her nudity. Then I hear words and realize I'm speaking. "It certainly is. I hope you don't mind, but the sun looked so inviting I decided I just wanted to lay out and soak up some rays while I read my book."

It's a plausible excuse for my presence outside, and I've done it before. Just never how I'm planning to do it now.

To my surprise and delight, Lucinda actually comes closer, right to the fence. Her smile never falters. "Why would I mind? It's your yard, you can do as you please."

I can feel her eyes on me behind her shades. She plants her hands on her hips and tilts her head curiously in what almost feels like a challenge. "I just hope my gardening won't distract you."

"No, um, not at all." I manage to sound nonchalant despite the fact that my pulse has doubled and my cock is again throbbing under my robe. "I meant to ask, by the way; what are you growing? I don't recognize any of those plants."

"Oh, mostly herbs; I like to grow my own for cooking." She moves to the garden and squats, seemingly unselfconscious about the view she's giving me. "These are basil plants, and these are cilantro. I'm also working on adding some chives, parsley and bay leaves."

"Very nice," I comment, laughing inwardly at myself because I'm most definitely talking about her ass, not the plants. "You like to cook?"

"Oh yes." She again straightens and we're now standing pretty much face to face, the only thing between us being the chain link fence. I try focusing on her face as she continues to explain how she has a recipe book handed down through the generations, filled with favorite family recipes. Her breasts are vying for my attention, however. They sway and bounce as she speaks animatedly about her great grandmother's empanadas.

"Sounds delicious," I respond, managing to keep up my end of the conversation. "Me? I make a mean grilled cheese, but that's about it."

Her laughter is as beautiful as the rest of her. "Seriously? I'll have to cook you some real food, show you what you're missing."

"I'd.. I'd like that. Never turn down a decent meal, my dad always said."

Her smile outshines the overhead sun. "Your father was a wise man. How about I cook you some chicken empenadas for lunch? I promise you'll never go back to grilled cheese again."

I try to hide my delighted surprise at this invitation, to try not to sound too eager. I fail miserably. "Sure! I'd love that!"

"Great! It's a date, then." She lowers her sunglasses enough to let me see her playful wink. "Well, a lunch date, anyway."

"Lunch, right." I'm suddenly feeling awkward. Did she just ask me on a literal date? Now I'm second guessing what I truly came out here to do. I consider backing out of my plan, of just making some excuse and going back in the house.

Then Lucinda doesn't give me an option. "Well listen, don't let me keep you from your book." She gestures to the paperback in my hand. "I'm just finishing up here and then I'll go start preparing our meal. Sound good?"

"Sounds great, Lucinda. I'm looking forward to it."

I do sincerely look forward to eating with her, spending time with her, getting to know her better. I also cannot help but wonder if she'll be dressed during our lunch, or decide to remain naked. I put that thought aside, deciding I'll be happy to be in her presence either way.

As I turn and move towards the lounge chair on my patio, I again debate my plan. We've had a nice moment together and what could potentially be a very nice afternoon of food and fellowship planned.

Unless I ruin it.

I stand by the chair, put the book down, then untie my robe. I hesitate before finding my resolve. "I hope I don't regret this."

With that, I take off the robe and drape it over the back of the chair. I sit, retrieve my book, then look over to my neighbor's yard.

Lucinda is still moving to and fro about her garden, her skin glistening with her efforts. She notices me looking and wipes the sweat from her brow. "It's starting to get hot out here."

Not a flinch, not a double take. Absolutely no reaction to my nudity at all. She's not blind, is she? No, of course not. I've seen her drive.

"Would you like a water?" I hear myself ask. "I have some cold bottles in the fridge."

"That would be lovely, thank you."

I'm up again and heading inside, my mind a whirlwind. What exactly is happening here? Maybe she comes from a background or culture where nudity is a normal, everyday thing. I didn't want to assume she wasn't born here in the states but it's apparent to me she doesn't share our society's uptight, repressed views on public nudity.

I return to the yard with two bottles in hand, condensation immediately forming on them from the humidity.

As I approach the fence, I am fully aware of my cock swaying with each step. I'm pretty sure the only reason I'm merely half erect is because I'm absolutely petrified by my actions. I'm flashing Lucinda my naked body without her consent. But then, isn't that exactly what she's been doing to me?

Still, it's one thing to be naked, another to be sexually aroused. I've never been to a nude beach, but I've read it's considered poor etiquette for men to walk around with erections there. What if Lucinda took my hard-on as an insult? Or worse yet, an unwanted sexual advance?

Lucinda puts down her gardening tools and accepts the water bottle gratefully. "Thanks. Not sure how much longer I can stay out here in this heat; feels like summer is arriving early this year."

I nod in agreement and offer some inane comment about global warming while I watch her full, plump lips wrap around the mouth of the bottle and drink, a few stray droplets of water running down her chin. I watch her throat warble as she swallows and my cock goes from half mast to full in seconds. Fuck!

Lucinda releases her oral lip lock on the bottle with a satisfied "Ahhhh" that does nothing to help quell my imagination or desires.

She's standing so close I can smell her. It's not a bad smell at all. Underneath the heat of the day is an even richer scent, musky yet feminine. Her skin is lustrous, glowing, soft and supple looking. I would tongue bathe her, head to toe, not missing a single crease or crevice, if she would but ask.

"Thanks, I really needed that. I get so caught up in my work out here I often forget to stay hydrated." She absently wipes the water droplets from her chin, then her chest. A single bead of sweat dangles precariously from her right nipple and for the first time in my life I believe I could actually ejaculate without a single touch.

"No problem." My throat is dry and I quickly drink from my own water as I turn to try and hide my obvious reaction. Lucinda gives me another glorious smile and for a moment I am positive she is glancing down at my crotch before she returns to her work.

I head back to my chair and shift it to a shadier spot, then resume my position. I try to read my book but of course I can't focus on it, not a single word. My raging erection simply won't let me.

And so I watch, blatantly obvious, looking over my book, past it, to the beautiful naked woman working on her garden. I want to masturbate but refrain. I've pushed my luck too far already.

Time es. My frustrated cock realizes it's not getting any immediate attention and finally relents its urgent pulsing. It slowly wilts to a slightly more relaxed state, although the occasional twitch reminds me it's on standby and ready to go at a moment's notice.

I'm not sure what time it is when Lucinda decides to call it quits; I don't wear a watch and I left my phone in the house. But by the position of the sun I'd guess it's getting close to noon.

Lucinda approaches the fence and waves to get my attention like there's any way I didn't already notice her. "I'm done for the day. Gonna head inside, take a shower then get started on those empanadas. Why don't you come on over in, say, an hour or so? You can help me chop the veggies for the salad while they cook."

I nod and fight the urge to tell her not to shower, that I like her sweaty, that I want to just sit beside her and breathe her in.

Instead I reply, "Sounds like a plan. See you then. Does beer go with empenadas? I can bring over a few cold ones."

"Sure, sounds good." Lucinda turns to enter her house and pauses in the doorway. With a toss of her ponytail, she looks back over her shoulder at me.

"Oh, almost forgot. I'm pretty casual here, so don't worry about dres. Just come as you are, okay?"

END