Watching Lily, © Copyright, 2001 Cynthia Perkins
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It had to be the most heated sultry day of the season. Sweat poured from  my forehead as I took a break from weeding the garden. Seeking some shade I sat in the grass under a large tree overlooking the pond. The chime on my watch alerted me that it was time for Lily's daily swim and I waited with great anticipation. 

I watched her walk down the hill in her white lace dress, which was slightly see through. Her favorite dress on a hot day and my favorite dress any day because it clung to her delicious figure like a glove and left very little to the imagination. The edges around her knees fluttered softly in the breeze. As she made her way to the pond, I pondered thoughtfully what a fortunate man I was that after 12 years of marriage she could still take my breath away. 

Usually every day at this time Lily would come to the pond and take a swim in her birthday suit and I would admire silently from a distance.  Apparently the heat was too much for her today too and instead of removing her clothes she went running and splashing into the pond dress and all. Lily did not know that watching her daily swim had become my favorite past time. I would sit quietly hidden behind the trees and bushes and watch her lovely body flow through the water and every now and then she would lie on the grassy bank and satisfy herself in the sunlight.

There was nothing that turned me on more than watching Lily touch herself and bring herself to orgasm. She sometimes allowed it in our lovemaking, but she was very shy and self-conscious about it and was not able to let loose comfortably. Watching her unknowingly permitted her to be much more uninhibited and free, which drove me absolutely wild. 

She sat in the water up to her waist splashing her face, arms and chest. Her cinnamon brown nipples could now be seen protruding firmly through her wet dress. Then she swam out into the middle of the pond.  Her dress floating on top slowed her down and her head dipped beneath the water briefly while she slipped out of it, leaving it floating behind by itself while she continued across the pond. As she made her way back to the shore she pulled the dress in with her and hung it gently over a branch to dry. 

Her wet black hair draped softly over her shoulders and she glistened like a diamond in the sunshine. A soft bed of deep green grass surrounded the pond and she lie down in her favorite spot, which immediately ignited my passions, as I knew what was coming next.   Positioning herself in perfect view for my satisfaction, as if she knew I was there, she began to caress her breasts sensuously with her back arched as if presenting them to the sun. Then bending her head forward slightly she lifted each breast one at a time to her petite soft lips and licked the tip of her nipples. 

She was particularly sexy and sensual today and I began to ache intensely against my jeans and needed to quickly release my huge erection in my hands. Then she slowly slid her hands down across her abdomen and between her legs. I could hear her moan slightly as she lifted her hips up to meet her fingers as they separated her lips and disappeared inside her. Then the other hand came across her curly black mound and rubbed her nub vigorously as she continued thrusting her hips against the other hand inside her. 

I'd never seen her quite so wild and carefree and I was awestruck while stroking myself viciously and imagining how wet she must be. Then she became even more unleashed and rolled herself onto her stomach with both hands still in place and pumped her hips voraciously up and down her hands. Her lovely tight buttocks bounced slightly in the sunlight as she whimpered heavily and then collapsed on the grass obviously fulfilled. 

Delighted and astonished with her total loss of inhibition my body was enraged with fiery passion as I throbbed and pulsated against my hand with exquisite pleasure. Still amazed by her performance I sat unable to move while Lily slipped back into her dress and head up the hill to the farm. Lily smiled pleasantly to herself, as she knew she had given her husband an extra special show today. 

Cynthia Perkins, is a writer, therapist/advisor/coach specializing in sexual intimacy and erotic communication. She writes short erotic fiction as well as non-fiction. Additional stories, articles, a free newsletter with tips and stories and services provided can be found at her website, Sex and the Soul. http://www.holistichelp.net/sexandsoul  email cynthiap@frognet.net