It was a hot summers morning, two weeks after I'd moved into my new home and before I went out to sunbathe I visited Adult FriendFinder to see if I had any messages. I'm bi-curious and had posted some photos on the woman for woman site to see what would happen. This was my first visit since registering. 9 messages! Some of them very horny, women telling me what they would like to do with the open softness I had presented in my profile.

I wanted to get out into the sun, so I printed off several of them, grabbed a bottle of water and went outside to my lounger.

As I lay there baking in the sun, I started to read my messages. Some of them were outrageous, but I devoured all the horny details, re-reading some and imagining a women's hands and tongue on my hot little body.

As I read I was unaware at first that my right hand had wandered down to my softness. I don't know what brought me to my senses, but a shockwave went through my brain and body as I realised I had one hand inside my bikini bottoms and one finger sliding slowly in and out of my sopping cunt. I whipped that hand out like I'd been electrocuted and looked up to the two houses that overlook my back garden. I was relieved to see that everything appeared to be fine when I caught a movement behind an upper floor window. I felt so embarrassed I had to look away, but I made the mistake of going back to my reading.

This one woman had written to me explaining what she was doing to herself as she stared at my shaved softness. I could feel my juices accumulating, and my personal place started to ache. I thought about going inside to read more and pleasure myself at the same time, but my mind went back to the movement behind my neighbours window. I was in such an erotic frenzy by this time, my head and body buzzing with sexual thoughts, that the thought of masterbating in front of someone was turning me on as much as my email! I allowed my hand to creep back down to my crutch and gently massaged myself over my bikini bottom as I imagined who might be behind the window. I thought of it as a man at first, then I allowed myself to believe it might be a woman and that I was turning her on too. Either thoughts were equally satisfying. Then I imagined that it was a man and his wife, and that they were both hypnotised by what I was doing. By this time I had to put down my papers to concentrate fully on my new fantasy. My legs parted, and with my left hand I pulled aside my panties. I took the middle finger of my right hand and dipped it into a slick and very hot warmth, I couldn't believe the juices I was producing.

Slowly I slid that finger out of my passage and started to slowly run it up between my lips, parting them as I went until I reached my personal place.

I circled my personal place, not touching it, and back down to my cunt. Two fingers inside and I want back to slicking my lips, opening all the little folds of pink flesh, opening them up to the hot sun and the warm gentle breeze - and the eyes of my neighbours. As i worked on myself I imagined the man moving behind his wife and lifting her skirt in front. As they were standing it meant that, if I could see them, I would be able to see her panties. In my minds eye I saw his hand travel down inside the front of those white silk panties and start to work on her while they both watched me. I could hardly cope with the excitement, and I thrust three fingers well into my cunt, deep, then pulled them out, back in, faster and faster. I had no desire to touch my personal place yet, I wanted to enjoy this as long as possible. I opened my legs fully, my feet on the ground, one either side of the lounger. I reached down beside me for the plastic sports bottle of water I had with me and introduced it to the rim of my cunt. It felt good, but huge. Having teased my voyeurs with the thought that I might use it, though, I felt compelled to do so. I started to push as hard as I dared before I pulled it out, I'd just managed to get the shoulders of the bottle inside. I had never used anything before but a standard vibrator, and was excited by this. I pushed again and slid it in a little further, feeling my softness relaxing and giving way a bit.

The third push felt so good, I was completely stretched and there was a little pain, which I liked. Becoming more confident, I started to move it in and out, then faster and faster. I swapped to use my left hand to do this so I could use the fingers of my right hand to flick my personal placety. As I did this it became harder and bigger than I'd ever felt it.

I stopped to run circles around it, without actually rubbing the top, and felt the size of it almost like a small manhood. This was just incredible, and I had completely forgotten neighbours, everything, my head was just filled with the amazing sensations from the bottle and my fingers.

Almost without thinking I took my personal place between my thumb and forefinger and started to pull it like a manhood. That was the most incredible feeling I've ever got out of it. I couldn't stop, pull, pull on my hard little personal place, my back was arching right off my lounger, my hand was doing the in-out with the bottle and almost the whole damn thing was disappearing inside me! It was too much, with a final thought of the woman being masterbated by her husband behind the window above, I thrust and writhed and moaned so loud - and my softness muscles squeezed so hard that bottle shot right out of me onto the lounger, followed by what seemed like a pint of cum! As soon as I'd calmed down I was overcome with remorse and embarrassment, but I managed to calmly readjust my bikini, close my legs, pick up my stories and carry on reading as if nothing had happened.

I really felt like running into the house, but that would have been just too awful really. The next morning I woke with the usual horny feelings but stopped myself from getting my vibrator out of the drawer to please myself. I went down to get coffee and there on the floor, amongst the post, was a hand written note from Ron, No 18 Kings Avenue. My neighbour obviously.

Ron tells me he's 78 years old, and can't even get a hard on any more. However he does spend a lot of his savings over the internet on porn, and he says he can't remember seeing anything as horny.

He tells me he has ordered a number of toys for me and is having them sent direct to my house.

He asks me please to use them in my back garden any time I please, and in return he will send other gifts to me - I have no idea what yet. Well, I will actually, I have, just the once, using my own vibrator because his toys haven't arrived yet, and I hope he was watching. This time I just stood by the wall with one leg right up straight, like some damn ballet position, and I just went in-out-in-out with the Rabbit, which of course does great personal place action too. It was all over very quickly - but hey - he doesn't need long! Of course, there is always the other house that overlooks me, and God knows what if those neighbours happen to look out of an upstairs window one hot sunny day! So all those Adult FriendFinder messages are pleasing more people than the authors might think.