Thank you for reading my story, I hope that you enjoy it. Love Mica xx, Yorkshire England. All email comments good or bad welcomed. I will try and reply to each and every one but please note that all email comments from an invalid email address will be deleted immediately and will not be read. Rude or abusive comments may result in blocking. Please note that I am female and I write in British English.
I live in a small semi detached house in a small town in West Yorkshire in England. It is a small house with on an estate with an eclectic mix of nationalities and a lot of singles and small families. I am one of the singles, next door in the attached other house is a couple, he is English, she is Lithuanian. They both seem to work shifts and are often out at different times, sometimes he goes very early morning, and she at midday, other days it is reversed.
Our back gardens are south facing and when the sun shines it is a wonderful place to sunbathe, the fences between our gardens are only four feet tall, but they act as a wonderful windbreak making the gardens suntraps. Behind us is open countryside, green belt, but I have no doubts one day it will be built on. Now however, we only get the occasional cow wandering up to our back fence to say hello.
I do like to sleep at the back of the house, it is quieter than the front where the road is and the cars on the estate are consistently moving, in the darker evenings their headlights shining through the windows. No, I prefer the back of the house, darker, quieter, more secluded. It doesn't really matter; both the bedrooms are pretty much the same size.
I chat to Inger and Ralph, the couple next door, but we don't tend to socialise as such, the thing is we tend to chat over the garden fence and that is about it. Inger is a typical East European blond-haired woman, five two, five three somewhere around there, her hair is shortish, and her bust is appreciable. She is not fat, and she is not skinny either, she just is. Ralph is nearer to six feet, and I wouldn't say he was ripped, but he does work out by the look of his muscles in a T shirt.
It was a glorious late summers day. The sun was beating down, not a cloud to be seen and I decided that I would take the opportunity to do some late summer tanning. I showered and as I often do, I lathered my groin and ran my shaving blade over, just to ensure no little stragglers started to appear, well, if you want to be bare, then be bare.
I applied moisturiser and may have accidentally strayed a little too near the top of my crease as I rubbed and the pressures grew and reminded me I was a woman. In my bedroom I rummaged through my costumes drawer and found the string bikini I wanted. Bright yellow and very petite. It covered my nipples and my fanny crease. That was it. It had the capacity to give me an almost complete suntan without me being naked. Obviously, I wouldn't walk down the street wearing it, but in my back garden, or on a beach, it was perfect.
It was actually a clever bikini in that the material allowed a partial tan through the fabric. Nice. It had cost me quite a lot, and was really a size too small, but I didn't care, no one I knew was likely to see me wearing it. I filled my drinks bottle with water and added ice to help keep it cool. The bottle was a vacuum flask, so it would keep cool anyway, but the ice would just help it stay cool longer. I went out to the garden and positioned my sun lounger where I would get maximum sun, angled slightly in my back garden, I would adjust it a few times to maximise the rays as the day went on. I planned to spend the full day out there.
I laid my towel on the lounger and sat down, selected the tunes I wanted and lay back, buds in my ears and nothing would disturb me. If the front video door bell rang it would chime in my buds via my phone, so I didn't have to worry, today was for getting hot and chilling. I was not really liking the tunes I had selected, I wanted something a little more chilled and picked my iPhone up to change my selection and realised that the screen was acting like a mirror and I could see the neighbours house reflected.
As with many modern houses, the windows were floor to ceiling, I thought it stupid, basically you lose a wall for furniture with a great big window, but that it the modern design and not much you can do about it. I could see directly into the bedroom at the back of the neighbours, not a lot of the room, not from the angle I was at, but enough, and standing in the window looking down at me was Ralph.
A naked Ralph, and his hand was on his dick. I tried not to make any motion that would indicate I could see what he was doing, he was making enough motion by himself. Oh my God, my neighbour was masturbating in his bedroom window as he looked at me. My free hand slipped down and pressed my nubbin through my bikini, I could hardly help myself, I had already aroused myself when I shaved, and now watching Ralph just heightened my feelings.
I pushed my hand inside my bikini, touching my naked skin, pressing my clit as I watched Ralph pleasure himself. I was gasping, my mouth opening and closing, my fanny crease was absolutely wringing wet, it was all I could do to not plunge fingers inside, but that would have needed two hands, one on my clit, the other in my fanny, and that would have meant I couldn't watch Ralph.
He was moving faster and faster, and I wished that I were closer, that I could see his dick and balls in detail, but he was too far away, all I really got was the knowledge that he was naked and that he was wanking his dick facing me laying in my garden. I was getting closer and my pressures were building, my electrics were fizzing and I could hardly breathe. It became too much and I dropped my phone as my orgasm exploded, pleasure erupting through my body, my back arching off the sun lounger as my nipples tingled and my toes scrunched.
I lay back gasping, my chest heaving as my breath slowly returned to normal. Had he finished too I wondered, it didn't matter, all that mattered was me, and I had, spectacularly, wonderfully, that had been a good one. My bikini bottoms were soaked, I didn't care, the sun would soon dry them, or at least, I hoped it would. I picked my phone up, his window was empty now, he was gone, and I selected the mix I wanted and lay back again listening to more chilled music.
I closed my eyes and let my imagination run wild. Although he had been too far away for any detail, I imagined he and I naked in my bedroom, his mouth working my clitoris as his fingers buried themselves deep within my fanny, working my G spot, building me up to a frenzy before mounting me and plunging his dick inside me. Oh, my goodness.
I fell asleep, for about an hour I think, and when I awoke, I decided to lay on my back. I turned so the top of my head was facing the sun, took a drink from my flask and lay down, my legs apart facing the house. My imagination took hold again as I dozed and imagined Ralph coming up behind me and easing my bikini bottoms apart and revealing my fanny lips for him to pleasure me.
As I eased into being fully awake I realised the source of my wild dream, my bikini bottoms had rucked up to the side of my fanny leaving me bare, and my naked fanny was facing my neighbours window. I had no idea if I had been viewed, and even if it had, nothing I could do about it now. Anyway, unless he had binoculars, he couldn't have had much of a view. Shame.
I sat up and savoured the late morning sun. Time for a cup of tea I decided and went into the house to boil the kettle. As the kettle was boiling I readjusted my bikini, unintentional reveals are not really my thing, I prefer them to be planned and co-ordinated and targeted. I went back out into the garden mug of tea in hand.
"Oh Hello Mica," Ralph called over the fence.
I wandered over to the fence, Ralph was standing in his garden wearing what looked like small swim shorts that, like my bikini, barely covered what they contained. I took a sip from my tea.
"Hi Ralph, fabulous weather, love it, chance to get a bit more tanning done before autumn and then winter is upon us."
"Indeed, nice bikini by the way, I guess that it was very expensive judging by how little material there is in it."
"Oh, you noticed that," I said laughing, knowing full well that he had noticed it.
"Difficult to miss to be honest."
"Well, yes," I said taking another sip from my mug, "you might want to make sure you clean your bedroom window before Inger comes home."
He laughed and came close to the fence, his bulge pressing into the gap between the palings. Impressively pressing between the palings, I might add.
"Sometimes things can be just a little too interesting to ignore."
"Interesting?"
"Arousing perhaps is a better description"
"I see, and I wonder what that was that you found so interesting?"
"Arousing."
"Arousing then."
"The view from that window can be quite spectacular and even appealing."
"Oh, can it now? I see, the view into the window can be quite similar, if a little distant."
"I guess, although there is less distance now."
"True, but things are covered up now, so closing the distance doesn't really improve the view."
"I see, and if I could improve the view for you, would that be something that you would be interested in?"
"I could well be, I could very well be, but, well, is that of interest I wonder, for you I mean."
"Oh, you know, it might well be."
Ralph moved his hands to the waist of his trunks and pushed them down, his dick springing forward and jutting though the gap in the palings. He was uncut and his foreskin was being strained as his hard dick pressed forwards, revealing a little of his glans. I ran a finger over the small gap in his foreskin, rubbing on his glans, Ralph gasped.
"Careful, you don't want to get splinters in that," I said as I began to massage the end of his dick, rolling his foreskin around on his glans. There wasn't room to do much more sadly.
He pulled back and pulled up his trunks, his dick just poking out of the top, a comical sight, akin to a nip slip I guessed.
"Inger will be home soon, she is on a half day."
"Ah. I guess her finding her neighbour fondling her husbands dick might not go down well," I smiled.
"Quite. Until another time," he replied and wandered off inside. He did look quite good from the rear it has to be said.
I sat on the sun lounger and finished my tea musing over the vents of this morning. Would this end as it has started, a little hands on and then nothing more, or would there be further developments? Would I experience his dick inside me, in my mouth, in my fanny perhaps? Interesting.
Did I have any qualms about shagging another woman's husband? No, none whatsoever. If he wanted to shag, then that was his call, I wouldn't be forcing him. It takes two to tango as they say.
I had a light lunch of soup and then did my laundry, tidied around the house, dragging the Dyson around to just keep on top of the dust. After I had finished, I sat on the sofa and closed my eyes, just a little daydream. I imagined that I had bent back to the fence and his dick had pressed at me, just a little, just the tip, my bikini bottoms pushed to one side as his dick searched for my entrance.
I gasped at the imagining, my fanny now burning with desire and it was all I could do not to pull my bikini to one side and thrust my fingers inside me. No, I made myself wait. It might happen with Ralph, it might not, if not, well, the sea is full of fish.
I was out all day the day after the dick through fence moment, meeting Jenna, one of my girlfriends. She is married and her husband is a terrific guy, and from what I can gather, they shag at least once a day, more often when he is not working. I bet her fanny looked like a railway tunnel, Joe, her husband, is well endowed, and will have worn a path inside her.
I had not had the pleasure of Joe, but I had seen him in tight clothing and believe me, he is fully equipped in the bedroom department, very fully equipped, and if he made himself available, I would most certainly spread myself for him and his magnificent appendage. But I will never make the first move, but that doesn't stop me imagining what he looks like and how it would feel inside me.
"Joe's been a bit off recently," Jenna remarked.
"Oh, in what way?"
"Seems a little bored in the bedroom."
"What? Is he having an affair?"
"Don't think so, he isn't showing any of the classic signs and his underwear has no unexpected stains or aromas, and he never comes home smelling of strange perfume."
"What is it then?"
"He has just become reactive rather than proactive."
"Oh. Crikey, don't take this the wrong way, I would never, but if he were my man I would for sure as hell be more proactive with him, Jeez, he wouldn't get a minutes respite from me."
"That is how he was with me. Now he is happy enough if I jump his bones, but he seems uninterested in starting anything himself."
