Initially, all we knew about the house next door is the property had been sold. It was a nice house and the sale had been quick, leaving no time to even say goodbye to neighbors we liked.
The new owner had moved in and that was it. No welcome wagon, no old school greetings from the block. Everybody's afraid of everybody else. We couldn't even tell if it was one person or a couple. All we were sure of is the quiet.
We might have accidentally run into each other in our adjoining backyards but a few weeks before we had installed a seven foot high privacy fence so I could sunbathe and swim in the pool naked without clearing it with the neighbors.
But, as we all know curiosity is relentless and the longer it goes on the more curious one gets until, "Ed, what if there's a meth lab going in over there?" Trying to be funny he came back, "Nah, if there was I'm sure the realtor would have told us."
When I got paranoid over something the last thing I wanted was comedy or in Ed's case, attempted comedy. Talk me down off the ledge but don't try to be funny about it. What if the apocalypse had moved in next door, what then?!
I tried to ignore what I couldn't see and that was successful for a couple of weeks but eventually the quiet began to get to me again. Serial killer?
Then one day, naked on the chaise, I heard something at the fence. From my chair it looked like a hole and then as I approached the opening a cat's paw reached through the hole and startled me. Upon further examination, the hole was a knot, about three inches across, that had fallen out or been removed. The cat was having fun playing with the hole.
But looking through it there was a folding chair about a foot away, confirmation that my new neighbor was indeed a voyeur scoping out the naked girl next door. In a sense, I had already met the new owner. Or he met me.
When they put the fence in I asked Ed why he picked out pine for the wood. In a moment of honesty he said, because it was cheaper. On top of that cost cutting measure he chose a thin cut and the installers had yet to clear coat the fence. A knot could occasionally come loose and fall out.
However, I could see that the knot had been removed, whether intentionally or by happy accident. It was on the ground by the chair. The cat was playing with it.
I decided to let this run its course so went back to my chaise and relaxed. About fifteen minutes later I heard the cat, looked over and the knot had been replaced. He and the knot were in a perfect place, covered by the corner of the neighbor's house with a front gate and no view from the back. A voyeur could, as long as I was on display, have a rip roaring good time jerking off unseen.
I went in the house for a half hour, came back out and in place of the knot was an eye. It was darkish and I might never have noticed it or known where to look but for the cat. I pretended to not see anything and have some fun.
Facing away from the hole I stood up and slipped my bikini bottom enticingly down my rear and legs. I could barely hear the soft rhythm of his masturbation. Then I sat back down, spread my knees and played with myself.
Actually, it was something I did often and several times in the past two weeks before discovery. I made sure he could hear the low moan as I pleasured myself. I heard him whisper, "Oh my god."
As my neighbor and I got close to cumming the cat jumped up on the top of the fence and came down in my yard. He was reaching up and playfully batting at the eye while disturbing the view at a crucial moment. "Go on! Get down," whispered the knot hole. The cat was having a ball and the voyeur was frustrated.
It got comedic as he tried to poke the cat away with a stick. While he was distracted I got up and walked to the fence and said in a clear voice, "Welcome to the neighborhood."
"What?!" he said, and I could hear the folding chair fall over.
"I said, welcome to the neighborhood."
"Oh, ah, sorry. I, ahhh, I...trying to get my cat."
"Um-hmmm. I think you you were looking for a different kind of pussy."
Dead silence.
"Did you like the view?"
"Yes," he said with a measure of embarrassment in his voice.
"Are you still hard?" I asked.
Totally confused, he said, "Yes...mostly."
"Put it through the fence hole."
More dead silence.
"Put it through the fence hole!" I repeated.
Slowly he pushed his cock through the hole and I was pleasantly impressed by its size. He was oddly trusting that I wouldn't be pissed and take an axe to it but the sound of my voice seemed to calm his fear if he had any.
I got on my knees and took hold of the shaft, "Apparently, I now have nature's gloryhole."
For the next ten minutes, amidst the smells of the lawn and chlorine from the pool, I sucked and licked his dick. It was surprisingly erotic and I had to stop myself from backing into his fence prick and satisfying myself.
I heard him moan and his breathing got heavier.
"Tell me when you're cumming," I instructed.
I was getting close fingering myself, turned on by my first time sucking a man through a fence. I was such a fucking slut.
"I'm cumming," he said.
I sucked him much harder while massaging myself at a faster pace. We came at nearly the same time, his cum filled my mouth and I swallowed most of it and wiping away the rest with the back of my hand.
"Happy housewarming," I said somewhat sarcastically and started to walk away.
"I'm Gary," said the fence.
"I'm Mara," I answered back. "Maybe next time you could just ring the doorbell, say hello and fuck me."
"Sorry I didn't think you could do that."
"Most houses you can't. We're a little different."
"Are you married?"
"Yes."
"Oh..."
"Gary, I have to say, I've never talked to morning wood before."
Silence.
"Well, Gary, you've just committed a major sin as my neighbor and that's not laughing at my joke."
"Oh, sorry. Hehe. I'm sorry, I'm just really nervous, you're naked, we did this thing...I'm not usually like this."
"Listen to me, Gary, and follow my direction. There's still time to salvage a proper neighborly relationship. Put the knot back in the fence, put your pants on and in one hour ring my front door and introduce yourself without being sorry."
"Okay," he said, "and thanks, you know, for..."
"You're welcome, now put your pants on."
I went back in the house to tidy up the living room just in case I invited him in. I wasn't so sure. I considered stopping the introduction at the door because he was a weirdo. Then I thought, yes, but you just blew the weirdo through the fence in the backyard. Who's the bigger weirdo?
