Oh what an awfully hot day today! I've already done the laundry and the cooking and there is nothing urgent for me to do anymore. Edgar (my husband) is at work and Sarah is out with friends. I'm feeling so booored. Hmmm... Ryan is upstairs, but he hates to be disturbed during his working hours. There's no reason to even try to talk to him; he will just get angry at me for interrupting him...

How did I end up so bored? I mean, I consider myself to be an intelligent woman. And I'm not looking so bad, either. Yes, I'm forty now and not in the best shape of my life, but I'm not fat at all. I have always liked my long brown hair and my C-cup tits are still firm and not saggy yet. Here and there I'm still getting wanting looks from men on the street.

But Edgar and I are not fucking often anymore. And when we do, it feels like he's just going through the motions spurting his cum all over me or quickly inside me. It's not satisfactory for me at all anymore.

Don't I deserve more excitement in my life? Well, I guess that's what family life and marriage are about... But is there really not more for me in this life? The kids are all grown up now. What should I do with all my time?

While all these thoughts are going through my mind I decide to drink a chilled lemonade to cool off. I take a big sip and try to imagine how the cold liquid is going through my body inside my belly, cooling me off. In my imagination, it helps for a quick second. But just one minute later I feel hot again.

Let's do some sunbathing, I think to myself. At least I can use the heat to get a nice tan. I go upstairs and put on my string bikini, so my ass can get the maximum sun exposure. My son Ryan will be working the next one and a half hours until the stock market closes. So nobody can see me in this, anyway. And besides, it's not like I'm going nude.

Back outside I lie down face-up on a sun chair with some light music playing from my iPhone. Life's not so bad after all, I think, while my body is getting reenergized by the sun.

Gladly we have a very secluded garden where no passersby can look into. I like to have privacy and I'm glad I convinced Edgar to do it this way. There's only one possibility to be seen and that is from the second-floor window and from the balcony of the neighboring house to the east. But nothing to worry about either, since the neighbors will most likely be working at this time.

I close my eyes and slowly doze off...

After about what feels like half an hour I awake again. I didn't know I was so tired, but this short nap really felt good. I turn to my side to get my water bottle and while I do I can spot someone sitting on the balcony of the neighboring house. I don't look at the person and finish my motion drinking. Because I'm wearing sunglasses, it's impossible the person could have noticed that I saw him. But who could it be?

I take a side glance through my sunglasses and I can see the neighboring kid, Oliver staring at me. From my position, it must seem impossible for him to think that I have spotted him. I can only see his head peeking out above the railing of the balcony. He must be sitting on a chair.

Ah yes, Oliver. I totally didn't think about any of my neighbors being home at this hour of the day, but it makes sense for him to be home. He's the sixteen or seventeen-year-old kid from my neighbors. I don't know him well, but he looked a bit shy and nerdy the first few times when I met him briefly. To be fair it's only a narrow view from his balcony to our garden. My spider senses of spotting him have been working very well again. I feel a moment of pride in myself.

But this moment quickly turns into a wave of mild anger. Why is he staring at me? It's not appropriate to stare at me so blatantly while I am almost naked. How long is he watching me already? The whole time while I was asleep. There's a good chance he's been watching me for at least ten minutes. Wait, am I turning him on? Is that why he is watching me so intently?

I do another glance to my side through my sunglasses without shifting my straightforward head position. Yes! He is definitely staring at me. Horny kid, huh. Who would have thought? He seemed so innocent when we met. Well, let's give him a little show and have some fun, haha. The poor kid has probably not seen any naked women in his life before.

Hey, here is my excitement for the day. It might not be much, but I'll take whatever I can get.

I'm giggling inside while I stand up facing my back toward him. I subtly push the sunchair a little bit to the side, so it faces more directly toward his direction. Then I lie down face-down without giving him a look. Did he notice me shifting the position of the chair? My heart is racing. Why am I so nervous? It's not like I am doing anything wrong. I'm just a mom enjoying a hot day out. He is the creepy one staring at me.

I imagine him staring at my body and my ass. I'm fully realizing that I'm only wearing the string bikini and I can feel myself blush a bit. He can probably see ninety-eight percent of my ass. I mean, the only person who is normally allowed to see that much is my husband. And now this kid is, too.

I smile a little to myself, trying to enjoy this more. I slowly part my legs a bit to give him a better view between my legs. From his position, he cannot see directly between my legs, but I shifted the chair before so he must be able to see something now.

Am I getting aroused by this? Indeed I am... I can feel myself getting a little wet. Wow! I'm surprised. A sixteen-year-old kid, huh? He is getting my pussy wet. Hahaha. My emotions are somewhere between disbelief and joy. I cannot deny anymore that I am enjoying this tremendously.

But wait, is he even still there or is this just all going on in my head? I have to check if he is still looking at me. I'm turning around on the chair very innocently. Once I'm lying on my back again I take a few seconds, but then I can't take it any longer and give a side glance in his direction.

For some reason I want him to be gone now. Have this as a small little adventure of the day and forget about it. But no, he is still there in the exact same position just blatantly staring at me. What a fucker! He shouldn't be. Well, why am I getting angry again? He is just a horny teenage boy. Nobody to blame, really.

I take a deep breath and relax. A few minutes go by and my body relaxes. Almost the same feeling you get after very good sex when you can totally relax. I listen to the music and almost forget about Oliver.

Then I take another glance towards him. I can see his hands at his nose. Is he sniffing his hand? I can't be sure. He's putting his hand again below to where I can't see it. All I can see of him is his neck and his head. The rest of his body is covered by the front of the balcony.

Wait! Is he masturbating!? Maybe he is masturbating and he just sniffed his hand. Could it be? Well, duh, it's certainly possible. Maybe that is what he was doing the whole time. Why didn't I think about this before, haha?

For some reason, I am feeling really good now. I know he cannot see me and I am also enjoying this in my own way. Thinking about it, my pussy is still wet. I move one hand slowly down towards my slip and give my pussy a quick, innocent stroke. I shiver. Oh god, what is just going on with me? I smile. Should I give him a real show and finger myself? Nooo, what am I thinking? That's too much. He's the neighboring kid!

Just three minutes later, I can see a motion. Oliver is getting up! ... and going inside. Did he come? I didn't watch him. Ah, I should have. Damn. Or maybe he is just getting a drink and will be coming back soon?

After ten minutes, Oliver is still not back and I decide to go back inside. A cool shower is what I need now. Upstairs in the bathroom, I lock the door and remove my top, and slip. Ohhh, my pussy is nice and wet. I inspect my slip and feel the wetness with one finger.

If Oliver could see this, he would explode. I feel the urge to touch my pussy. I smile while thinking this imagining him shooting a big load of cum all over my body. But then right the next second I snap out of it and a feeling of shame comes over me. I shouldn't be thinking these thoughts about him. It's wrong. He's too young for me.

I step into the shower and let the cool water hit my body. I was able to contain myself this time, but I came close to doing something forbidden with him in my mind.