Marla and the Neighbors

(Continued from Part I)

Marla and I fell into a heap on the bed, exhausted like we've never been after sex.

"I want every time to be like that," she smiled at me. Then her phone started buzzing. She looked at the screen.

"It's Leisa."

The sex was better than ever because my wife Marla had just been seen naked at our bedroom window by our younger, and well-built, neighbor John. I should also mention Marla had been playing with herself at the time. So when John's wife Leisa called it was either to say "what the hell was that all about?" or to tell Marla she can come over and try on the workout outfits Leisa said she would get for her at a discount. Thankfully, it was the latter.

"So now's a good time?" I heard Marla say into the phone, a tiny bit flustered. "OK, yes, let me jump in the shower and get rid of the day and I will be right over. Bye."

"How'd she sound?" I asked.

"Fine, fine. I'm not sure she knows anything. Just coincidence. It might be weird seeing him, though, you know."

"Well, I doubt he'll say anything more about it. Probably thought he was a damn lucky dude to see a hot, sexy woman's naked body," I said, smiling. "From his own backyard, yet!"

Marla smirked and headed to the bathroom to shower. I got dressed and went downstairs for a beer and to see what I could scrounge for dinner. When Marla came down she was wearing tennis shoes, thin, tight sweat pants that showed off her ass, and a t-shirt, and seemingly no bra. Her nipples were clearly visible as her large 36-dd breasts pushed against the cotton.

"No bra?" I asked.

"Well, if I'm going to try on workout clothes, sports bras and stuff, I figured it would be easier. I'd just have to take it off anyway."

I just looked at her.

"Be back soon."

With that, she was out the door and I was back to my beer and dinner.

Marla nervously walked next door. After all, she had just exposed herself to her neighbor, something she has never done, even with strangers. But not going over would have made the situation even more awkward - at least that's how she rationalized it in her mind.

Marla knocked on the door and she was relieved that Leisa answered, but surprised she was only wearing a long t-shirt that stretched to mid-thigh. By the way her nipples poked at the fabric, Marla knew she had no bra either.

"Hey, girlfriend! Glad you could make it over. Come in!" Leisa led Marla into the house and through the living room to a back bedroom. It was a stunning home with modern furniture, everything just right and well-decorated. Marla thought she now had one more thing to be jealous of.

"I have everything in here," Leisa said. "I hope you don't mind. I was even trying some things on that I bought. Don't you just love workout clothes?"

Marla didn't think her body was in shape enough to "love" them, but she did like their tight fit. It was then Marla noticed a shower running. Leisa noticed Marla looking that direction.

"Don't worry - just John cleaning off after mowing the grass."

Marla struggled to detect the slightest hint that John and Leisa had talked about what had happened earlier, but she couldn't tell at all.

"So let's do this one first." Leisa held up a two-piece outfit with a bra top and Capri pant. The top was light-colored, and looked a little small. The pant was bright pink. "Just take your things off and slip into these."

Leisa handed Marla the outfit and started arranging the other ones on the bed to try on next.

"You want me to change right here?"

"Oh, what's the big deal? We're both big girls, right?" Leisa said half-jokingly, half-dismissively.

"What if John comes out?"

"He won't." And Leisa went to the door and rapped on it, then yelled. "Hey! Don't come out, we're changing."

There was no answer, just the sound of the shower, but Leisa winked and nodded for Marla to keep going. Leisa watched as Marla removed her t-shirt and exposed her full breasts to her neighbor.

Marla looked at Leisa and then proceeded to remove her shoes and sweat pants, standing naked before her.

Leisa took in the mature woman's body, noting how fantastic she could look with an inch lost here and there.

"Turn around a sec?" Leisa asked her.

Marla felt a little uncomfortable but the idea that she was fully naked in a strange house was overwhelming - and now on display for someone who was essentially a stranger to her. She obeyed and turned around slowly.

"Can you raise your arms over your head?" Leisa asked.

Marla stopped turning as she was facing Leisa and raised her arms, folding them over her head. The blood raced to her nipples and she watched Leisa's eyes sizing up her naked tits, her stomach, her legs and her vagina. Marla stiffened as Leisa reached out a hand and gently pressed Marla's breasts, stomach and hips. Leisa's arm was muscular, tanned and the light blonde hair on it seemed thick, but gave her a sexiness Marla hadn't thought about before.

"You really do have a fantastic body, Marla," Leisa smiled. "This new workout routine we're starting is going to do amazing things for you! Your hubby better wise up 'cause the boys will be giving you a lot of attention!" she laughed and directed Marla to try on the first outfit. Then Leisa lifted her t-shirt off and was naked next to Marla.

Marla positioned herself for a better look before Leisa started putting on an outfit herself. Leisa's body was perfect, flawless. Marla's eyes went straight to her tight abs and then to her bare pubic region, the pouty lips of her pussy very visible and pink. Leisa's tits were firm and round, jutting proudly from her torso, the nipples small and pointy. Marla had not thought much about being with a woman but she did now and it surprised her. She turned her head sharply, trying to break out of the spell.

"Anything wrong?" Leisa asked, knowing full well what was on Marla's mind. She had seen that reaction before.

"No, no," Marla said, trying to recover. "I, just, well, I've never seen a woman with a body like yours."

Leisa set her outfit on the bed and turned toward Marla. "Then look at it."

Marla could feel the blood rushing to her face in embarrassment as her eyes slowly lifted from the floor to Leisa's eyes. The younger blonde woman was looking directly at her.

"I want you to look at me because this is the body you are going to have. Touch my stomach," Leisa commanded.

Marla slowly moved her hand out and placed her palm on Leisa's abs. Light blonde hairs ran from just below Leisa's breasts to below her belly button.

"Feel how tight those are? Yours will be the same."

"Oh, I don't ever think I can be like you," Marla offered, her eyes now following her own hand.

"Now move your hand to my chest. Your boobs are bigger than mine, but we can make them this firm and even lift them a bit."

Marla moved her hand higher, running over Leisa's right tit, and then over to her left. Leisa's nipples were like pebbles.

"Squeeze them, feel how firm they are."

Marla used both hands to feel the heft and firmness of her neighbor's tits.

"Now feel my arms," Leisa told her.

Marla moved her hand from Leisa's tits and ran them down each arm. She was amazed by the thick blonde hair on Leisa's arms and pulled at it. Leisa giggled. Marla found it sexy, particularly with

Leisa's muscular arms and bulging biceps.

Leisa, still smiling, said, "I used to shave my arms when I was younger, but John said he thought it was sexy so I don't anymore."

"I still think it's sexy." It was John. He had come out of the bathroom and was standing in a towel looking at the two naked women in his bedroom.

Marla let out a small shriek and jumped behind Leisa who had turned to face her husband.

"Thanks for the heads-up, sweetie." Leisa said in a playful tone. "What, do you think you're going to get to watch the fitness fashion show?"

Marla wasn't quite sure what to do. She glanced at John, naked except for the towel he wore around his waist. She felt her nipples harden even more as she looked at the handsome, well-built, nearly naked man before her.

John smiled. "No, no, I'm not sure Marla and I are that intimate yet." He laughed and Marla blushed and looked down.

Leisa turned her head to Marla, who was still standing behind her, hiding. "Pay no attention to him." Then to John. "Well, why don't you grab your clothes and get back in the bathroom and change so we can continue trying on some of our outfits."

"You mean I can't watch?" John said in a fake hurt voice. "That would be only fair, right?"

Now Marla knew that Leisa must know what had gone on earlier, about her watching her husband from her bedroom window while masturbating. But that was one thing. Now she was standing in his bedroom naked, just a few feet from him. The feeling of the situation began to overwhelm her. Marla had never felt so sexually charged as she felt right now. She went from wanting to run out of the bedroom to wanting to show her naked body to her neighbor in about a minute.

"It's OK," Marla finally said. "I don't mind. He can stay if he wants. I mean, if you don't mind, Leisa?"

Leisa fully turned to Marla and smiled. "If that's what you want."

"Awesome!" John said, smiling, and positioned himself on the bed, still wrapped in his towel, though it now had a visible tenting effect.

"OK, so let's start with the one we had picked out first," Leisa said, picking up the light colored bra top and handing the pink Capri pants to Marla.

Marla slipped on the pants and struggled to pull them up, they were tight. Leisa reached her thumbs inside the waistline and helped pull them into place. The outline of Marla's pussy lips was clearly visible as the fabric hugged her pelvis. The tightness of the pants seemed to accentuate her boobs, making them stand out more. She glanced over to John and he was staring directly at her.

Then she saw his eyes move to her breasts and her nipples stiffened.

"Don't worry about the tightness, they always stretch a bit after a couple workouts," Leisa told her. She was running her hand over Marla's smoothed figure, including over her pussy lips. Marla flinched and felt a wetness build. Soon the fabric was turning darker near her pussy. She felt it but couldn't see past her own boobs. Leisa continued.

"Now the top. It might be a little tight, too." Leisa got behind Marla and hefted the older woman's boobs in her hands, essentially showing them off to her husband. "You are so big up here."

Leisa's hands were strong and they gently squeezed Marla's large breasts. Marla noticed John's hand rest on the tent in his towel. Marla looked down and the sight of a woman's hands holding her tits was almost too much to take. She was incredibly hot now and would need a good fucking when she got home. She closed her eyes and let herself enjoy Leisa's touch. But it was over.

"OK, let's try the top." Leisa handed Marla the top and she positioned it before slipping it over her head. It was tight and she struggled to get her boobs in.

"I'm not sure they're gonna make it," John commented from the bed.

"Oh, stop!" Leisa playfully scolded him, then helped Marla get her boobs tucked in. She looked almost obscene, with her areola barely concealed by the fabric with its scooped neckline, her hard nipples easily visible.

"What do you think?" Leisa asked her husband.

"Very nice. I think you have a winner there."

Marla wasn't so sure. "Don't you think it's a little tight?" she asked, still adjusting things.

"Like I said, it will stretch with a workout. So, let's work out! Put your shoes on."

Leisa, who was still naked, quickly threw on a tank top and short running shorts and her cross-trainers. Marla hesitated but watching Leisa inspired her to put on her shoes and get ready to go.

She was worried though. It was still pretty light out and she had never been in public in such a skimpy outfit.

"You girls have fun." John said as Leisa led Marla out of the bedroom.

"We're going to start with a little run, basically build up the workout," Leisa explained. "We won't go too far - and put this on." Leisa handed her a large running watch, it looked like a man's.

"It will track distance, speed, pulse - all that stuff." Marla put it on and they headed out the door.

Outside in the neighborhood Marla was immediately self-conscious. Leisa just said "let's go" and took off at a moderate pace. Marla followed, her boobs straining against the tight material with each stride. She watched Leisa closely and admired her fit form, her firm boobs barely moved and she was already glistening with sweat.

(To be continued)