The oak was obviously far older than the house, given how high and full it was, and its branches spread out over the privacy fence to throw shade onto the backyard of my neighbor who shared the end of the cul de sac with me, as well as the two houses on the back side. I had to get my stepladder to be able to reach a handhold, but I managed to swing up and into the branches. It was surprisingly easy to climb once I was in the tree, though I had to be careful. The individual branches were not a thick as you might think for a tree this big, and every time I put my weight on a new branch, that part of the tree swayed as if blown by a non-existent breeze on that calm, sunny day.
I was curious about what kind of homes were behind me, and I was frankly a little disappointed. Both were unremarkable, with the dreaded vinyl siding covering the back and sides of both to save money over the brick, stone, or stucco that appeared to cover the fronts. My house had cedar siding on the back and a flagstone front elevation, I observed smugly to myself.
I then turned to check out my next-door neighbor's back yard. It was larger than mine, and most of the extra space was taken up by a pool that was larger as well and the surrounding patio. I caught my breath when I was saw that my neighbor was out sunbathing. She lounged on her back, wearing sunglasses and a black bikini, and was so remarkably good looking that I got an almost instant hard-on when I laid eyes on her. Her legs were long and sleekly muscled, with firm, tight, tanned skin. She had curvy hips and a narrow waist with a flat belly. She was hardly skinny, but I could still make out the impression of the edge of her rib cage, and the ridges of her hip bones. Her breasts were amazing, thrusting upward from her chest so prominently and perfectly that I knew right away they had to be the creation of the best of plastic surgeons. Like her legs, her neck was long, and her features were sharp. Her mouth was wide with thin lips painted expertly in a maroon gloss. The bikini bottom was a string affair, with the straps sweeping up high over her hips, supporting a small but marginally modest triangle in front. The top was odd, looking like some sort of tailored napkin wrapped around her and strapped over and around her neck. It could not possibly have provided any support for her breasts, not that they needed any.
Unlike most sunbathers, she wasn't reading a book, or listening to headphones. She had not one, but two laptops open, on tables to either side of her chaise. She also had a smartphone and tablet to hand. She swept her gaze back and forth between the computers. The screen that I could see looked like it had a bunch of graphs on it, many of which were visibly updating in real time. She mostly interacted with the tablet, scrolling, typing, and reading on it. After a bit, she leaned excitedly over to the computer whose screen I could not see and worked on it feverishly for a bit, and then sat back in the chaise, pumping her fists and wiggling her hips in some kind of minor victory dance.
I just clung to the tree, watching her, for some time really. This stunning creature lived right next door to me? It hit me then that she was the jogger I had seen running in this neighborhood the day my real estate agent Lee had first shown me my future house. And now I was watching that vision of a jogger as she hung out, wearing even less if that was possible, than she did while running. I did see a wedding ring on her finger, which quite frankly sucked, but recent events had reminded me that that was not always the end of the story...
I remained quiet, of course. I could see her pretty well through the branches, but I doubted she could pick me out in the dark center of the tree, even if she had been looking. Nevertheless, I moved to climb a bit higher, in service of getting a better view of her. And besides, I still needed to that that burnt out bulb to replace. As I climbed higher, I found myself on her side of the trunk, and the softly swaying branches were now the ones that hung over her yard. Oaks are always shedding leaves, and the movement accelerated this quite a bit. All of a sudden, there was a coating of leaves on the surface of her sparkling pool. She did notice that, and didn't like it.
"Fucking leaves," she exclaimed with an angry scowl. She grabbed her phone swiftly, stabbed an entry, then spoke with a happy facade. "Hello? Denise? It's Linda Tarlington. Yes, hi! How's your sister doing? That's great!" she said chattily. Her voice was kind of high-pitched and chirpy. A little annoying actually. It was about time this glorious piece of ass showed some damned fault.
"Denise, my pool is full of the darned leaves. Yes, again already. I need Danny to come out before the regular cleaning. When can you schedule him? Wait, he is in the office now? Please, please send him over! You know how cranky I get when my pool isn't just right." She waited for a moment, her expression melding from a scowl to some form of anticipation. "Fifteen minutes?!? Oh, that's great. Tell him I'll owe him big time. Huh? Yes, I owe you one too! Bye." She laughed and put down the phone.
I shook my head. A few leaves in her pool and she calls a maintenance company? Add high maintenance to her chirpy voice in the faults list. She quickly started to work on one laptop, then the other, and soon had both closed and carried in the house. She came back out, brushing her long black hair. She stood by her chaise and tugged on and inspected her bikini. This gave me a new set of angles to inspect her as well! And to be honest, it made it hard for me not to tug on myself. Instead, I turned to climb further into the tree to find the burnt out light, moving slowly and quietly to make sure I was not discovered. The light was not easy to get to, nor was it easy to get at the bulb once I reached the fixture. I had accomplished both at last, and was beginning to descend when I heard my neighbor's doorbell ring. She jumped a little then pranced into her house. Curiously, I waited to see the pool guy.
In matter of moments, Linda returned with a very handsome dude who looked even younger than me. He was shorter than her, barely five and a half feet tall, but that was his only damned flaw. He had wavy, sandy-brown hair with naturally bleached highlights, and a bright smile full of large, perfectly white, straight teeth. He wore slightly loose red trunks that were much shorter than most guys choose to wear these days. The shorts revealed deeply tanned and muscular legs. His t-shirt with a logo for Glistening Waters Pool Service was loose enough to look like he wasn't showing off, but tight enough to well advertise a muscular chest and flat stomach that betrayed a lot of time in the gym, working out for strength and athletic prowess, but not bulk. He observed that the pool didn't look too terribly bad, since the leaf fall was pretty fresh. "I'll just get to it then, Linda! Won't be long," he reassured her. He kicked off his shoes and pulled his t-shirt off over his head much slower than was strictly necessary, though from her expression, Linda didn't agree with me about the show. Yep, the guy worked out. And he obviously spent a lot of his working day with no shirt, as his tan was as burnished as Linda's. He grabbed the cleaning tools and headed for the stairs into the pool to begin wading around, cleaning thoroughly.
"I was just going to sunbathe, Danny. Hope you don't mind," she replied and turned toward her chaise. He paused and his gaze followed her. She reached behind her back, loosened her bikini top and pulled it off over her head! Those tits were just as amazing as I had imagined. They bounced with each step she took. And they had perfectly round, rosy aureoles, with nipples that were visibly, even from my vantage point, perked up. She stood beside the chaise and slid her bottoms off as well. Her ass was just a perfect as the rest of her, rounded, buoyant, and utterly smooth. She slid down on the chaise and started rubbing lotion over her entire body.
