The things we learn about ourselves when we meet our neighbors
All the characters in this story are over eighteen.
We just moved into our new house ten days ago. When I say new, I mean new to us. It's not new, but it's not that old, twelve years old to be precise. It was move-in ready, not a 'fixer-upper', although there would undoubtedly be things we would want to do over time. My husband Jim and I are among those fortunate few, who with good jobs and some help from the bank of Mom and Dad have been able to move from rental to ownership. We've been married for almost three years and have been working very hard to save the down-payment. Of course, the bank owns a lot more than we do, but that's the way with mortgages.
It wasn't a large house, but it did have three bedrooms: a master bedroom and en-suite at the back and two smaller bedrooms with a main bathroom at the front, which was west-facing. I had taken one of the smaller rooms as my office for now and as such it was the best furnished room in the house because I had simply transferred my desk, office chair, pictures and filing cabinets in as part of the move.
However, despite being able to afford the scheduled monthly payments, it didn't mean we weren't 'house poor.' Apart from my office we had the basic minimum of furniture we had brought from the apartment and spread where it was most immediately useful it left empty spaces in every room. We purchased blinds for the master bedroom, because being on the back, it was east-facing, and the June light in the morning was insufferable. But luxuries like rugs, curtains, and other furniture and furnishings would have to wait.
Our house was located on a circle at near the end of a cul-de-sac so there was no house to our left. Instead, there was a park, guaranteeing us no development on that side. Across from our back yard were the back yards of houses on a different street, a through road. They were bigger, older, and stood on larger lots, so while one was immediately across from us, and the others were further to the side.
Generally, I work from home and Jim brings me a coffee shortly before he sets off to his office. That particular morning, I woke up earlier than usual and opened the blinds. As I looked out something caught my eye, and I realized our neighbour was also looking out. I would have waved but I sleep nude and as our master bedroom has floor-to-ceiling double doors that lead to a narrow balcony, I was in full view. I was about to back up and get my robe, when I realized that her attention was riveted to the next room over, our en-suite bathroom.
Curious, I slipped away from the window and silently crossed to the bathroom. I opened the door to see Jim standing fully naked, toweling off after his shower. I coughed and he gave a start and turned to look at me. The window in the bathroom is also floor to ceiling, although it doesn't open, so he was fully on view to prying eyes.
"You know you have an audience, " I said.
"What? Where?" and he looked out, "You think Mrs. Taylor is looking at me."
"It sure looked like it," I turned towards the window, but now she had stepped out on to their balcony and was engrossed in watering her flowerpots. I did see her take a quick look in our direction where there were now the two of us standing naked in our bathroom.
We had met the Taylors, Beth and Lance, shortly after we moved in. A parcel addressed to them was delivered to us by mistake. Their house number was the same as ours only we were on Merryvale Way, and they were on the next street over, Merryvale Road; our backyards backed onto each other. So, we took a walk, introduced ourselves, and corrected the mistake. They thanked us and welcomed us to the neighborhood. They were a couple in their mid-forties.
They had invited us over for drinks and dessert three nights ago. We sat out in their back yard beside a good-sized swimming pool. Beth said we were welcome to come over and use it any time. During the conversation I gathered they did a lot of cycling and swimming, and they had both seemed to be in pretty good shape. They had just the one kid, Joan. She was doing her masters at an out-of-state at college and right now she was vacationing with friends in Europe.
Lance said they were glad a younger family had moved in, because most of the neighbors were elderly. I kind of hoped that by the time Jim and I were ready to start a family some other younger couples would move in.
Turning my gaze back to my naked Jim, I have to admit he is appealing eye-candy, a slim but well muscled six-footer with sandy hair and a beguiling smile.
"Well, she can't see too much from back there," he said, "She'd need binoculars if she wants detail."
"She can see you are naked head to toe."
"Does that bother you, Melanie, if she's a peeper?"
Good Question. I hadn't thought about it. Actually, It didn't bother me as long as she wasn't going to report him as exposing himself.
"Does it bother you?" I asked.
"Not in the least. I've nothing to be ashamed of."
I had to agree with that. We both exercise, eat right and have been blessed with good genes.
"Well, we are not about to buy curtains for this monster window right now. So, if she wants to perv you, I guess she can. I think it's a bit of a turn-on," I said.
"Anything that turns you on is good with me."
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It was about a week later I pulled apart the blinds to see Beth peering out again and this time I thought she had a telescope until I realized it was the zoom lens of a camera. Surely Jim must be aware she was watching or maybe he was still in the shower.
I opened the door quietly and saw he was standing and must have just finished shaving himself. He was naked with his back to me and was looking down and I realized he was still shaving, just 'down there.' I liked him to shave his balls and around his cock. It's better for when I give him 'head.' He trims the remainder of his pubic area and I like that too.
He looked up and saw me watching. As he turned, I could see he was quite aroused. I knew he usually masturbated to give himself an erection before shaving there. It kept it out of the way he said. How much of a show had Beth been watching, or had she been catching him on video? I did not know if her camera took video. Nowadays most of them do.
"Putting on a show, I see."
He blushed. "It's harmless."
"You know she has a camera."
He paused before nodding.
"She could be filming you to report you."
"Then she might be in a lot of trouble. I've done nothing to indicate I know she's watching. Just shaving and showering. If she's taking voyeuristic photos, I think she could be charged with a crime."
"I see you have thought this through. I assume you are finding it rather stimulating."
"Well, you said it turned you on."
"Yes, but that was a one-time thing."
"You said 'if she wanted to perv me, she could'."
Did I say that? I guess I did. Looking at his erect cock with little splotches of shaving cream was a turn-on for me too. I walked over and hugged him. His cock wasn't getting any smaller. As I stepped away and past him, I did not look towards the window although I was tempted. Instead, I reached in and turned on the shower. I turned back and in doing so snuck a peek. The camera was still pointed our way. I reached out and took him by his mostly erect penis and led him into the shower.
"Enjoy that, you perv," I thought.
I was originally attracted to Jim by the fact he could talk on a wide range of interesting subjects as much as by his good looks. Plus, he seemed genuinely interested in me and wasn't full of himself. He did not seem to realize what a chick magnet he was. He had grown up with three sisters, two older, one younger, and they had shown him that men do not rule the roost.
We were in our third year of university when we met. I might have seen him before, but it had not registered. There were twenty thousand students on campus, and we were not in the same faculty. Of course, I had dated a number of guys by then and my virginity was long gone, although I had only had sex with four or five guys.
It was our third date before I let Jim get to feel my puss. We were in a dark cinema with a smattering of other people, none in our row. As his fingers stoked my clit, I undid his zip and felt around. He used his other hand to free his cock. I couldn't really see it in the flickering light from the movie screen but as I gripped it, I sensed it was larger than I was used to, and it was still growing. I slowly stroked it up and down as I adjusted my position to let his fingers explore inside me.
He felt my body shake as I experienced a shuddering orgasm, and he unclasped my hand from his cock and replaced it in his pants. As he explained later, he was glad I had come but didn't want to be shooting his seed all over the cinema. I thought this was a bit of an exaggeration until the first time I saw him come. He could certainly shoot a load.
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After our shower which had got a little naughty as I helped relieve his hard with my hands and mouth, we talked about our naughty neighbor.
"Do you think her husband knows she's watching you?"
"I have no idea."
"Do you think she was really shooting videos of you?"
"Again, I have no idea. Who is she going to show them to, if not her husband?"
"Maybe she'll just watch them herself and bring herself off."
"You think a woman her age masturbates?"
"What has age got to do with it? She's not even fifty. I hope I'm getting horny when I'm eighty."
"But you don't masturbate, Melanie. I mean you sometimes do it to add to your pleasure when we are making out, but you don't do it on your own."
