Nina was insane. Surrounded as I was by the polite and good souls of small town America, this fact made her distinctly irresistible to me. She was from Ukraine and had moved next door to us with her husband and kids when I was five or six years old. Her hair was wavy and black as night; her eyes a grayish blue and set above high, delicate cheekbones. Imagine a hybrid Megan Fox and Mila Kunis and that was Nina. Short and dark with perky breasts that were slightly too big to fit in your hand; her lips full and always painted a cherry red.

She was feisty. On multiple summer nights during 18th year, my mom and I would be having a quiet night in together, watching reality TV or Days Of Our Lives, and suddenly Nina's voice, yelling what sounded like obscenities in her mother tongue, would overtake whatever silly scene was on TV. My mother and I, shifting our attention from the scene on TV to the more entertaining one across the street, would shuffle over to the window and hide behind the curtains in our nightgowns to watch.

The first time it happened, this is what we saw: Nina, in a tight red dress, hitting her husband over and over with what appeared to be a children's toy in her hand. Her husband received each blow with dignity, acting as a stoic outlet for his gorgeous wife's rage. I felt a strange mix of envy, attraction, and respect for that man, muscled and large and quiet, as Nina grabbed his dark hair in her fists and spit in his face. My pussy throbbed.

The scene culminated with her throwing the object in her hand at the wall. Whatever it was, it shattered. She snatched her purse from the living room table and kicked open the front door and stumbled down the steps, still yelling. Something in the way she stopped dead in her tracks, suddenly quiet, and looked directly at our house, made me think that she saw me. I flinched and backed away from the window. Then, with her head down, she was off, black heels clacking on concrete.

My mom was already back on the couch, clucking her tongue in disapproval, but I gravitated back to the window, watching Nina's ass move underneath the red dress that didn't do much to cover it. Where was she going in that supervixen outfit? I told my mom I was tired and went to my room with that image stamped in my mind, and I fingered myself until I came.

Nearly everyday that summer, outstretched on my bed, I'd masturbate to Nina from my bedroom window. She'd usually be in her lounge chair wearing a bikini, her head nestled into her bicep and the rest of her arm curled around her face like a sleeping snake. Sometimes she'd be on the phone and I'd open my window to hear her talk. She always spoke Ukrainian when she was on the phone, and the way her tongue formed those foreign syllables made me melt.

Alone in my room, I let myself gaze unabashedly at the sight of her nearly naked in the sun as I caressed my pussy – sometimes slowly, sometimes desperately and ferociously. Her face often wore a wincing expression, like she was disgusted at something you couldn't see. Watching her like this probably sounds like nothing special and it really wasn't, except that it was when I knew that I was about to go too far and for what, I didn't yet know.

My favorite was her red bikini. The first time I saw her in it, I almost went into shock. I sat on my bed in jean shorts and a crop top, lazily sucking on a popsicle and reading Teen Vogue, waiting for Nina to make her appearance. Why was she taking so long? I sighed and shifted on my bed, beginning to lose hope that she'd come out at all.

Then the front door opened and she stepped out, an unbelievable sight. The bikini top clung tightly to her beautiful breasts, which looked like they were about to bust loose with every move she made. The bottoms provided minimal coverage, and my mouth dropped open at the sight of her bare ass as she lit a cigarette and walked over to the edge of the pool. Bigger than I'd imagined, it jiggled with every step she took. The bikini was cherry red, just like her lips.

At the edge of the pool, she grazed the surface of the water with her fingers and stuck her ass out in the direction of my bedroom window. Did she know I was watching? The view was too good to be true. On my bed, I quickly tore off my jean shorts and got on my knees, lightly slapping my pussy. Then she reached behind her and undid the tie of her bikini top. It fell to the ground and I could see the sides of her breasts sway, welcoming their unexpected freedom. Now it felt like a dream.

By then I was so turned on that despite knowing that my mother was right downstairs, I couldn't contain my moaning.

"Fuck, mmm, Nina…" I moaned as I reached under my panties and began to touch myself. I ran over to my underwear drawer and set my dildo up on the bed so that I could ride it and keep watching her.

I was so wet that I took the entire dildo immediately and began to bounce up and down on it. I took off my panties and shoved them into my mouth to muffle my moans. I tore off my crop top and squeezed my tits, tugging on my nipples. My pussy throbbed and pulsed around the dildo; I quickened my pace.

"Mmmm…" I moaned through my panties, which were quickly becoming wet with my saliva.

Nina finished her cigarette and hooked one leg over the side of the pool and stayed there, looking up at the sky and subtly moving her hips back and forth. Now I could see her breasts in full view – I almost came at the mere sight of them. They were paler than the rest of her and perfectly round, bouncing slightly as she threw her head back and laughed. I wondered again – did she know I was watching? I didn't give a fuck. I rode my dildo faster and kept moaning her name.

Then she let herself fall into the pool. She made slow, gentle laps around the pool and I slowed my pace on the dildo and caught my breath.

The calm didn't last long. Suddenly Nina was standing upright in the pool and everything above the waist in full-view. Her body shone in the summer daylight like something out of a painting, her breasts shedding drops of water and light. Beyond control again, I rode my dildo faster. I’d do anything for those tits.

"Mmmm…Nina…" my pussy spasmed around my fingers just as Nina began to do jumping jacks in the pool. I nearly screamed in disbelief and pleasure as her tits bounced up and down and her hair fell over the rest of her incredible, olive-toned body. I came with my fingers deep inside of my pussy for what felt like a full minute. My body shook; I laid back on my bed and caught my breath. I watched the sunlight dance on my ceiling and listened to the splashing water across the street and Nina’s voice as she answered the phone.

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