It was marathon training season, and that meant I was out every morning as soon as my husband left for work. Our neighborhood was built along the river that divided our county from the next, and the developers were nice enough to pave some good trails for me. Sure, they weren't just for me, but for the time being they were- we had moved into the development early, and so far I hadn't seen anyone else on them in the mornings. I liked to get out before the heat picked up; let the families and dog-walkers take the trail in the evenings. For the mornings, it was all mine.
I'm 32 years old, but my husband swears I look mid-twenties at most. My age has never been a big issue for me like it is for some women, probably because I had kids early. The children are school-aged now, and their campus is close to my husband's work. He drops them off in the morning and I pick them up when the day is out. I'm a book editor, and since my work is freelance I get to set my own schedule. From March to September, my schedule is similar most days- after I get the kids ready for school and hubby drives them off, I run anywhere from a few minutes to a few hours, then home for a quick shower. Hair and makeup for the day, and the laptop comes open for work until it's time to grab the kiddos. A few hours of work before their school is out, a few hours of play once I pick them up, and a few more hours of work after they go to bed. After that it's either time for a few pages of whatever new trashy romance novel I picked up from the office or time for some less-than-spontaneous sex. Harry likes it on Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Saturdays, although I'm not sure he's aware of just how predictable he is. I could use a bit more, but it's never overwhelming as it is, so I don't see the point in asking to fake it a few more nights a week. My little pink dildo gets me by just fine.
Tuesday started like every other morning, getting the kids and myself ready for the day. When I was pouring milk into their cereal, I happened to glance out the window just as a moving van was driving past. This was a regular occurrence lately as the rest of the subdivision sold out, and I decided to run the streets before turning onto the trail today, to see which formerly vacant house was now finished and occupied.
The kids finished up and I escorted them out the door with a peck for Harry before heading upstairs to throw on my running shoes. Today's ensemble was simple- some black running shorts with little white stripes, a white sports bra, and my trusty running shoes. I liked this particular outfit because it kept most of my legs out in the sun- being a runner meant some tan lines were unavoidable, but I did prefer to be able to wear skirts without looking two-toned. This particular bra also left only a criss-cross pattern of very skinny straps on my back, which I thought was sexy. I threw my hair up into the usual high pony, stretched a bit and threw on some sunscreen before heading out for my jog.
I had planned to circle through the neighborhood a few times until I found the moving truck, but all I had to do was turn left. Apparently the builders had finally sold the house next to ours. It had been complete for a few months, but it was nice having it vacant during that time. I still hadn't gotten used to the tiny lots that are popular these days; Harry and I joked often that you could high five your neighbor without leaving your house.
Both our house and the neighbor's were two stories, with all the bedrooms on the second floor. They were actually mirrored floor plans, although with different finishes and different paint so that not everyone would notice. But this meant that our master bedroom window faced straight into the neighbor's, and vice versa. The first morning without drapes was a bit surprising, to say the least. I made Harry buy drapes our second night there, although we had to wait a month for a handyman from the website to install them. (Harry was terrible at that kind of stuff. Really, at most of the traditionally manly stuff. But he did bring home the bacon, and he was a good father. It worked for us.)
As I put my headphones in and prepared to run, I was pleasantly surprised when the neighbor's door opened. I had wanted to meet the new neighbor as soon as possible, and this saved the awkward moment of standing on the porch and ringing the doorbell. He was a few inches taller than I was, and seemed to be in pretty good shape. In fact, he seemed also dressed to run, with basketball shorts and a sleeveless tee that showed off a nice firm set of biceps. His headphones hung around his neck, and he was messing with his phone, giving me a chance to check him out unobserved.
His chest was broad, his body seemed like a nice V shape, and I found myself wondering if he had those sexy lines from his abs down to that slight bulge I saw hiding in his shorts. I felt my breath quicken just a bit and my nipples strain against their fabric constraints... I hadn't realized I was this horny until now. My eyes begrudgingly left his muscular arms and chest to scan a more appropriate place, and took in his light blond hair and angular jaw. He was a classic All-American young man, and if he didn't grow up in Iowa it must have been somewhere damn close.
I skipped up his walk and removed my headphones as he glanced up and jumped a bit.
"Good morning! Sorry to startle you," I said, "but I wanted to introduce myself and sort of welcome you to the neighborhood. I'm Heather." I pointed to my house next door and then offered a handshake.
"Hi Heather! Sorry, I guess I was off in my own world. Trying to get a quick run in before it gets too hot." He shook my hand, and when I stared he must have realized that he forgot to give me his name. "Oh, shit- sorry. Blake. I'm Blake."
"Well hi Blake, it's nice to meet you. If you need anything, I'm just right over the fence there."
"Actually," he paused, "you look like you might know the right places to run around here?" He blushed slightly even though the compliment was so mild it barely counted.
"Sure, there's a great trail right behind that row of houses there," I pointed across the street from us. "I'm actually headed there now if you want to tag along."
He seemed hesitant, but did begin jogging with me with gratitude. When we got to the path he decided to split off for the short route while I took the long one, and we agreed to meet properly and have each other over for dinner soon- all the normal pleasantries. As I put my headphones back in and took off the trail I looked over my shoulder and saw him doing the same. He almost tripped as he tried to whip his head around, feeling caught I guess even though I was checking out his butt as much as he was checking out mine. I giggled and continued on down the trail, my podcast soon replacing any thoughts of Blake or his muscular chest.
After an hour my watch vibrated at me to get my ass home, so I finished the trail's loop one last time and jogged up to my driveway. Blake was nowhere to be seen. I headed upstairs and turned on the shower, peeling my sweaty clothes off and tossing them into the hamper. I relished the feeling of the air conditioning on my skin, and my nipples hardened as I walked from the bedroom to the shower. The water was warm, and I took my time with my loofah, enjoying the cascading stream. My hands roamed as I let the conditioner rinse out of my hair, squeezing my firm breast before creeping down my tight navel. The image of Blake's chest and arms snuck into my mind as my fingertips brushed through my pubic hair, which I currently had trimmed into a neat triangle. I thought about Blake removing his shirt just as I had moments ago, and my middle finger found my clit and rubbed lightly. Picturing him pulling it over his head, revealing a chiseled six-pack, my fingernail tracing from rippling muscle to rippling muscle, then down to grab inside his shorts...
I sighed and reluctantly moved my hand away, knowing that the water would run cold before I could bring myself to orgasm this way. I finished rinsing off and exited the shower, dried off, and wrapped my hair up in the towel like always. Since the kids had reached school age, and Harry wasn't home during the day, I often roamed the house naked until I actually began work in earnest. My daily chores (hair and makeup, whatever dishes we used for breakfast, a glass of orange juice every day) didn't require clothing, and although I usually picked the day's outfit soon after my shower, it often languished on the bed until ten o'clock or so. Today I picked a nice yellow sundress to match the beautiful weather, and was flipping through my underwear drawer when I caught movement out of the corner of my eye.
FUCK, I had a neighbor now! I hadn't checked the drapes, and they were open about a foot or two, looking straight into my bedroom! The movement in the house next door was of course Blake, and I quickly stepped behind the curtain to cover myself. I tried to calm my breathing, and stole a glance around the curtain to see if he was still there.
Hmm. It appeared Blake was on a similar schedule to mine. He was pacing his master bedroom, clad in a white towel... and nothing else. His hand ran through his hair as he scrolled his phone, and fuck was that chest nice. Maybe the six-pack from my imagination was a bit exaggerated, but he did have a strong chest and a flat tummy. And those arms...
I felt a warmth growing between my legs, and suddenly felt ashamed that I was leering at my neighbor like a peeping tom. I popped back behind the curtain, but my hand seemed to have a mind of its own as it crept to my nipple and pulled gently. I realized I was breathing heavily, and shook my head to clear my thoughts. I wasn't sure how much Blake could see if he looked over, but just to be safe I shut the curtains the rest of the way, and continued getting ready for the day.
When I finally threw my sundress over my head and sat down at my home desk for work, I decided to forego my usual bra and panties. The feeling of the fabric against my nipples was exciting when I moved (or gently rubbed), and the lack of panties felt comfortable and freeing. I wasn't sure why exactly I had chosen to go commando today, because it wasn't like I was showing off for anyone in particular... but I guess if I was honest with myself the possibility of Blake seeing me kept running through my mind, as improbable as it was. The only one who would see anything today was Harry, and he had stopped really looking ages ago.
