She knew going in that she didn't want another house, but she couldn't bear the thought of living in an apartment. Plus, she needed to invest in something with the proceeds on the sale, not wanting to pay a capital gains tax. Buying a condo seemed like a right idea. She just wished she'd had more time to consider her options.
Still, there were some attractive points to the one she bought. For one, it was on one of the ends; one of the first criteria she'd put on her list. There were six home units in all, and she was on the far end, which meant no traffic would be passing the front of hers, and she only had one neighbor to deal with as far as a common wall was concerned. Since they were an elderly couple, she had considerable peace and quiet.
It also had a small back yard that was fenced in; the perfect place where she could let her faithful companion run around free. And there was also some land beyond the back side of her fence where she could grow a vegetable garden; something she loved to do. Moving in mid-summer meant she wasn't going to have much of one, but she threw herself at it anyway.
The initial change offered a refreshing outlook. Decorating a new home gave her something to do other than yard work when she came home from her job at a local accounting firm. She loved her job, and it had become a saving grace when she lost Kevin. The two partners in the firm had done everything they could to ease her burden, as had her dozens of co-workers. After a year, she began working toward becoming a limited partner herself, and she felt confident it would happen sometime in the coming spring.
But for time being, she was trapped in the middle of winter, and she was so grateful that she had a new neighbor she could honestly call a friend. It was the one feature of the condo that she hadn't considered when she bought it, and it had turned out to be the biggest reason she began to love living there.
It was so odd how she was attracted to Ann in the first place. Not physically, although she certainly could admit that she was a gorgeous woman. No... the appeal of Ann was her freedom; the carefree way she presented herself. And that was something she'd noticed from afar, long before she ever had a chance to meet her.
It was born from those evenings or weekends when she'd try to fight off boredom. Idle time was her enemy, because it could remind her of how lonely she was. She had to work to keep herself busy, even if it was with mundane chores. Late one weekend afternoon, she was busying herself, finally getting around to hanging curtains in her bedroom, when she caught a glimpse of her stunning neighbor walking into the house from her deck. She'd seen her before, many times, walking in the yard tending to her flowers, or moving about her deck... seemingly always in a tiny bikini. But this time she was noticeably different, and Samantha found herself staring.
It wasn't something she'd ever considered, but she admired that someone would be so comfortable in their own skin they could walk about topless like she had. She'd only seen her bare back, but she had to admit, that turned her on a little. She found herself blatantly staring out her window, even after the woman had gone inside, thinking that she might come back out. Samantha didn't dare take her eyes off the house up the hill, hoping she'd return, wanting to see the view from the front. She actually got upset with herself that she hadn't been paying more attention when the enchanting girl-next-door rose from the hidden lounger, ignoring the fact she wasn't aware she was there.
Leering out her window, it brought about a confusing mixture of thoughts, the first being Kevin.
She wondered what he would have thought of
her
walking around like that outside the home they shared for years. They certainly had the land for it, even in the middle of the town. She could have done it and not been seen. Her smile broadened at the thought of his reaction.
It was somewhat of an old bit at that point. She would be doing practically anything and it could make her think of him. The sadness of that faded over time. She'd gotten to the stage where she could view those instances with a more upbeat reflection. This particular rumination was groundbreaking. It was the first time she could recall giving in to the feeling of how much she actually missed being sexy for him without feeling sorrow. It actually brought out a desire inside.
Sex had truly never crossed her mind that first year. It wasn't until a month after the anniversary of the accident that she actually got turned on by something, setting it aside as a moment of folly. It was a few more weeks before she realized that she was finding herself thinking about sex often, mostly because of a cute new employee that had been hired at the firm. He was young, and sexy, and way out of her league... at least in her mind. But that didn't stop her from dreaming what it would be like to take him to bed.
That really was the final straw when it came to the house. She knew in her heart that she couldn't move on with her life living where she was. It would always be her and Kevin's home. Just the idea of dating someone wouldn't be fair to his memory as long as she stayed there. She had no doubt that he loved her, so much that she knew he'd want her to be happy, even if that meant being in a long-term relationship with another man. She would have expected him to do the same.
But she needed to let him go, and she couldn't do that in their house. While she couldn't bring herself yet to take of her wedding ring, she felt her sexual urges pushing her to forge ahead. She was forty-one, and while she had an incredible fifteen years with her husband, she was too young to go the widow route and never fall in love again. Or at the very least, fall in lust. It was hard to admit at first, but she missed the feeling of a man in her arms, and between her legs.
She put the house up for sale on a whim, wanting to commit before she could change her mind. She actually got serious interest the very first weekend. So much so that her realtor warned her she should start looking for a place of her own. She ignored him, thinking for sure it would take at least six months before she needed to worry about it. When the offer came in far in excess of what she'd listed the property for, she had little choice but to accept. That put her in a mad scramble to find a place to call her own. The decision to buy a condo came easy. Finding one she liked proved tougher than she envisioned.
Still, she did like many things about her new home. It had three levels, and while she wasn't thrilled with the idea of vertical living, it wasn't as bad as she made it out to be. The front entrance was a split level. You had to walk up six stairs to the front door, only to choose whether to walk up or down six more once you entered the residence. The downstairs led to the fenced in area, and it had a lot of storage, as well as the laundry room. While that was a pain, she loved that the previous owner had the good sense to install a laundry chute, which saved her carrying her clothes down just to wash them.
The spacious kitchen and living room were on the middle floor, along with a half bath. There was a nice-sized bay window offering the plenty of sunlight in the mornings, and a fireplace along the far outside wall; something the middle units didn't have. Upstairs was a guest room, which she'd made into a little den. She did have a loveseat in it that pulled out into a single bed in case she might have a guest over, but she liked that she didn't have an official second bedroom in the house. It somehow made it feel more like a home having another room to relax in besides the living room.
There was a small three-quarter bathroom off the hall with a standup shower, which was unusual for condo the size of hers. The master bedroom and bath were in the back of the top floor. The bathroom was perfect, with a large tub and lots of space. While the bedroom itself wasn't huge, it was certainly comfortable. And again, she got the warm morning rays that she loved so much.
It was in her bedroom, hanging curtains to limit that sun, when she suddenly noticed Ann, and that she was half-naked. She was standing on a ladder, and she wondered if that was the reason she could actually see over the odd partitions that covered up the deck, hiding anything below the railing. With the condos being so far below it down the hill, she assumed it was the additional height that had allowed her to see slightly more.
In truth, she never really paid attention before, having been so busy trying to keep busy. But it was hard not to stare when she saw the bronze skin of her beautiful neighbor's bare back as she walked into her house. It was a passing glimpse, but it stirred something inside her; something that she found oddly titillating.
She wasn't sure when it happened, but there was a time over the next couple of weeks when she realized she was spending an inordinate amount of time staring out her bedroom window in the direction of that deck. At first it was just to make sure she hadn't been imagining things. She justified it in her mind as research, of all things, wondering what it might be like to sunbathe topless. After all, she had a fenced in yard, offering privacy. She wouldn't have a large amount of time under direct sunlight, what with the confined back yard, but it might be nice to try.
She kept looking, becoming borderline obsessed at the prospect of seeing the hot young woman to her east brazenly parading around on her deck without her top. It didn't turn out to be that brazen, though. In all the times she'd found herself looking out the window, she'd only seen her bare back a handful of times.
It wasn't until she came home early from work one Friday that everything changed. She had gone upstairs to change, and she took her customary look out the window out of habit. She was stunned that she not only saw Ann outside. There was also a half-dozen other women lounging about. And they weren't bothering to hide their breasts at all if they happened to be standing.
Samantha became flushed. Racing downstairs to the living room, she turned off her air conditioner, even though it was humid and in the nineties outside. Quietly opening her window, she craned her neck. With the compressor and fan from the A/C off, she was hoping to be able hear what she couldn't see.
She ended up spending three hours spying on the women frolicking on the deck. It was a shock at first, knowing what was going on. Or at least she thought she did. It finally came the point where she wished she was up there with them, no matter what they were doing.
It wasn't like she hadn't been with a woman before, at least in a vague sense. She'd done some innocent experimentation in college with a couple of sorority sisters. Nothing along the lines of all out lesbianism; they stripped, and watched each other masturbate. She enjoyed it, but she enjoyed the idea of men so much more, so it never went any further than that.
Watching from her perch on her mattress, she found herself becoming excited... extremely excited, even though she couldn't see a thing that was happening. The mere idea of what she
thought
was going on had her on edge, to the point that she had to do something about it.
It was the first time since Kevin died that she found the courage to give in to her desires. She'd suppressed them for so long, unable to make herself to move on sexually. It wasn't much different than the rest of her life. She had found it difficult to take the next step.
Now, with a new home and a new outlook, she was finding herself succumbing to the feelings that had been stirring inside her. She longed to be held, and kissed. She craved that intimate feeling of being in a strong man's arms; the warm, sexy sensation that came with being desired. And for the last few hours, she'd been thinking of what it would be like to surrender to the charms of a sexy woman in the most intimate of ways. Yet at that moment, she simply hungered for the sweet release that came with an orgasm... even if she had to do it herself.
