Sometimes the unimaginable just happens and everyone benefits. An unlikely story of neighbours who care for each other in unconventional ways. How my curiosity leads to so much more.
When we first moved in the property next door stood on an awkwardly shaped, partly wooded lot with a grand old two-storey house standing on it. The whole area was formerly rural, originally farmland, divided into properties of between one and two acres. As the owners of each property died or moved away, a couple of local builders who saw the way the city was expanding would buy these large lots and apply to sever them for redevelopment. Sadly, this meant that over time many of the trees would come down as the lots were subdivided and new streets would be put in.
Because our property was among the first of these newbuilds, we got the house for a very good price. Development would come slowly. While main sewer connections and schools were already in the city's approved plans, they had yet to be put in. For now, we still relied on a septic tank.
Our lot, like the quirky-sized one beside it, was at the end of the road abutting a lake, so we were both guaranteed privacy and some protection from future development. Our neighbour was a charming elderly lady whose main passion in life seemed to be gardening. Although there was a solid wooden fence separating our back yards, I occasionally watched her from the bathroom window. Our room and the second bedroom faced the street. The third bedroom and the bathroom looked out towards the lake.
When I went for a pee early one Saturday morning in late May about two months after we moved in, I was surprised to see Beth, our neighbour, in a dressing gown and flipflops walking with purpose through her backyard carrying a towel. And although I had heard her complain of arthritis, she had a sprightly step for someone in her early eighties. There was a path through the rockery garden that I realized led to a gate. As I watched she opened the gate and slipped through it. I was intrigued. Did we too have a gate in our back fence? It seemed logical but I had never noticed. Our garden was a bit of a jungle with trees and shrubs at the end by the lake. Time to explore.
Beth is an interesting lady. I gathered her husband had died during Covid two years ago. She was, I thought, surprisingly vigorous for her age I could only imagine she was going for a swim. I hoped she would not mind company. I slipped on a sundress, grabbed a bikini and a towel from the landing closet and went downstairs. It was the weekend, and my husband Dan was still fast asleep.
There was already some heat in the sun as I crossed our back yard and I knew the air temperature had to be around twenty-two degrees, not bad for seven am. I found my way through the trees and overgrown shrubs; sure enough, there was a gate. Once through the gate I had to step sideways through a mess of long grass and thistles to the well-cared for patch of short grass outside Beth's gate. From there a clear path led down through a wooded area to the lake.
As I approached the bottom of the path, I heard voices. I was about to step into the open, when I realized the second voice was that of a man. I side-stepped quietly behind a bush and peaked out. What I was looking at was obviously a small bay, an inlet hidden from the main view of the lake. I could not quite take in the sight that met my eyes. Beth was standing stark naked with the water lapping round her knees. Moreover, she was in the process of splashing water the way children do over an equally naked man. This man was probably in his early forties at most, and he was well-built and clearly exercised a lot.
The other thing that startled me was that he seemed to be aroused, not an erection, but it wouldn't be that long otherwise, would it? I knew about 'showers and growers'; if it wasn't aroused this was definitely a 'shower'. His penis definitely seemed quite a bit bigger than most I had seen, including Dan's. In fact, hanging down it looked longer than Dan's erect one. We once measured Dan's at just under five and a half inches, which he described as average. This one had to be well over six.
Beth turned her head slightly to one side as if listening and then pulled him against her and they stroked each others backs and buttocks. They separated and he began sucking on each of her nipples in turn while she reached down and stroked him. As he released them her nipples jutted out proudly. They appeared to be unaware of me, as I took in the scene and tried to make sense of it. Who was this man? Was this her son? It didn't seem likely given his apparent state. Unless they had an unusual mother-son relationship. I knew such things happened, but really!
She got down on her knees, took him in her mouth and began vigorously sucking him, while he ran his hands through the thinning hair on her scalp. I watched them for a matter of minutes and found myself becoming intensely aroused despite, or perhaps because of, the disparity in their ages and the shared intensity of their passion; no, I think passion is the wrong word, their sexual activity. I ran my hands over my breasts feeling my nipples harden and found myself desperately, though quite unexpectedly, wanting to be part of their play.
I moved to get a clearer view and heard a twig snap. Beth lifted her head and looked straight towards me, but I did not think she could see me. Embarrassed, I was about to withdraw when she waved and said, "Hi Susan, I felt someone was watching and thought it must be you."
I hesitated then stepped into the open, as he helped her to her feet.
"I love that you were watching. Come on in. The water's quite warm. There's a natural spring here. You must meet Luc; he keeps me young."
I hesitated again, but as I was clearly visible and carrying a towel, it seemed silly, if not rude, to turn around and go away. They were both standing there in the shallow water watching me. They seemed quite unembarrassed by their obvious state of arousal; an arousal I was somewhat sharing. I slowly moved into the open in front of them.
I realized that in leaving I had grabbed a bikini rather than putting on a bikini. Given that they were nude, was I going to strip in front of them to put on my bikini? That was just silly. I'd never skinny dipped or been to a nude beach but becoming part of this private coterie seemed the place to start. I pulled my sundress over my head, put it on a nearby stump and placed my folded bikini and my towel on top of it. That was it; I was naked.
The fact is I'm not ashamed of my body and was excited by what I had witnessed. At thirty-two I'm blessed with a metabolism that allows me to eat what I want without a weight problem. I mean I don't eat too much, and I'm very active, but I have friends who do the same and more but are in a constant struggle.
I stepped gingerly down to the water with my nipples on fire and a definite warm tingle in my groin. Moving forward a shaft of morning sunlight fell on me like a spotlight through the canopy of the trees and I felt its heat upon my body.
"Oh, you are so beautiful" cried Beth, getting to her feet, "Isn't she beautiful, Luc?"
"Ah. Oui! Beautiful!" he breathed slowly turning it into a four-syllable word with emphasis on every syllable.
"Luc is originally from France" said Beth. "Just listening to him turns me on. Oh, listen to me, aren't I shocking?"
I put a foot in the water. It was cool but not icy.
"Come here, dear," she invited as I walked towards her the water rising up to my calves.
"Your skin is so perfect. I used to have skin like that. At your age I was just like you. Let me touch you." and without hesitation she reached out and ran her fingers over my face. She somehow motioned me closer and let her hands run over my shoulders and down to my breasts, cupping them before stroking my aroused nipples. "Perfect, so perfect," she whispered, and my body was responding to her touch. Up until then I would not have believed I had a lesbian bone in my body.
I looked at her as she continued to run her hands over me. Frankly, her body was amazing. If you had told me she just turned sixty I would have believed you. Her breasts had sagged but were still quite full and her skin generally had the kind of firm elasticity that I would have considered spoke to good health in a woman of any age.
She stopped touching me.
"Is Luc...? I mean who is Luc? Where does he live?" I was trying to formulate my thoughts. What was this woman doing, fondling me in front of a complete stranger while we were all stark naked.
"He lives in the end house on Cherryvale. It also backs on to the lake. He swam round the end over there one day when George and I were swimming here. It must be ten, eleven...no twelve years ago. Right Luc?" She was pointing to the far corner of this tiny bay.
I knew people on Cherryvale. It was a street similar to ours half a mile away. It made sense it also backed on to the lake.
Reading my mind, Luc said "It's closer than you think." I guessed some of the streets fanned out like spokes on a wheel.
"If you can swim, I can show you."
