This story was written with my special friend Kevsta.
Susie:
I hesitated, unsure; what if someone saw? Could I possibly go ahead with my plan, I wondered. When I had been reading the story on the internet it had seemed such a deliciously naughty idea to act it out, but now, as I was about to start, was it really wise? I ran over the story in my head. It sent a shiver down my spine and gave me a tingle somewhere else. A voice in my head yelled 'do it!'
As I cleared the kitchen worktop, moving the mug tree and knife block onto the table, I looked out of the window. My neighbour, Adam, didn't appear to be about today. I sighed; the thought of him catching a glimpse of me had been part of the appeal, even though he was married and older than me.
Stripping off in the kitchen! I was excited and slightly scared. In front of the open window I peeled off my jumper, folded it carefully and placed it on a kitchen chair. Forcing myself not to rush, I stepped out of my shoes and took off my jeans. I didn't look out again, as I slid my knickers down over my rather generous thighs, folding them and adding them to the pile. Finally I reached behind my back and unfastened my bra, freeing my breasts. For a moment I stood, savouring the sensation of being naked, in my kitchen, during the day, with the blind rolled up! I realised I needed a pee, so I left the kitchen and headed upstairs to the bathroom. That attended to I returned to the kitchen and lowered the roller blind.
Adam:
It had been a good day. The baking was done, I had cleaned the ho use, washed everything, tidied up, chopped the firewood ready for my wife that night, and now I was relaxing after a long hot shower. It was only January, but the sun was out, the kitchen warm, the smell of cake in the air. I had opened the back door, the fresh air was mild and sweet, and the outdoor hum drifted in on the breeze. Walking around naked, I tidied up, then stood looking out of the window. What I saw made me gasp, and shrink back. But then I stepped forward, pressing against the worktop.....Next door, in the kitchen my neighbour was.............No! She couldn't be! The curvy, soft skinned sexy woman next door took her jumper off. She appeared to be stepping about, and I watched amazed as she folded a pair of jeans on top of the jumper, then – almost unbelievably – placed her knickers on top, and stood, back arched, while she removed her bra. She was curvy, her sweet soft skin ripe and delicious looking. How I had lusted after her on the odd times we had spoken and she smiled when we met. She had that secret power that she never seemed to be aware of, sensuality oozed from her every pore. I often pictured her, demure, clothed, when I saw her at the shops or on the way to work, but knickerless and moist beneath that outward shell. She dropped the window blind........