Author's note: This story will be my 50th submission to Literotica. As such, I'd like to take a moment to thank all of my readers who have taken the time to send feedback, be it good, bad or ugly. You have sent me writing tips, constructive criticism, harsh rebukes, high praise, story ideas and a few of you have become on-line friends. I love you all, but special thanks to Paws, who has been a true friend when I needed one.
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It was hot that Wednesday afternoon, hot but not too humid, which is unusual for Texas in May. I was home, planting roses, when I had one of the most interesting and erotic experiences of my life.
I'm in my early 30s, and moving up in a large nationally-known company. I'm married with a 5-year-old son. Back in February, I had gotten a promotion that required me and my family to relocate to the Dallas area, and after a few weeks of hunting, we had settled on nice 3-bedroom house in a quiet middle-class neighborhood.
Now while the homes are nice, the lots in this neighborhood are fairly small, so most of the houses are quite close together. In that, I'm fortunate. My house sits on a corner lot and backs onto a drainage ditch, so I only have one set of neighbors to deal with, the Schwartzes, Jerry and Louise. He's a CPA and she's a wedding consultant for a major department store.
I don't mean to sound bigoted, but Jerry and Louise are about as stereotypical a Jewish couple as you'll ever see. They're both short, quite plump with dark, dark hair, and, in the case of Jerry, a nose that has the map of Jerusalem written all over it. Again, I'm not being demeaning when I say that. Hell, he jokes about it himself all the time.
Jerry has that sad-eyed, put-upon look of the terminally henpecked, which I think is part of his schtick, and Louise is the classic JAM - Jewish-American Mother - talkative, loud, opinionated and funny as hell. I may be giving you a negative impression of my neighbors, and I don't mean to. They're really sweet people, sort of the self-appointed mayors of the block, and they'll do anything for you, but 10 minutes with them is about all I can stand without getting a headache.
So my wife and I really hadn't socialized with them much, as we both got acclimated to our new jobs and our new home.
On this particular Wednesday, I was off work, since I was working every other Saturday, and this was a week when I had a Saturday shift. My wife had gotten work at a bookstore in the mall, and worked a conventional Monday-Friday schedule. Our son was at day care, so I had the house to myself. I planned to spend the day planting roses in the bed that we'd prepared along the 7-foot high privacy fence that separates my property from Schwartz's.
A week or so before, when I was tilling and mulching the ground for the flower bed, I had noticed a hole in the fence. It was right where a knot in the wood had been, and it must have been a large knot, because the hole was a good 2-1/2 to 3 inches in diameter. It was right about eye level if you were kneeling, and if you looked through it, you could get a full, panoramic view of my next-door neighbor's patio and back deck.
Jerry's patio door opened off to the side facing the fence between our lots, and the house was only about 20 yards or so from the fence. He had filled that space with a jacuzzi and a wood deck that extended all the way to the fence.
Being that it was a hot day, I had the minimum of clothing on, a pair of gym shorts, tennis shoes and ankle socks. And these gym shorts weren't the baggy, cotton sort favored by basketball players, but running shorts made of a slickish, ventalated cloth designed, I guess, for maximum coolness. I had also slathered myself with a liberal coating of SPF-25 sun block to keep from frying under the hot Texas sun.
I had gotten about halfway down the fence line when I heard the patio door open next door and the voices of a young couple emerge from the house. At that moment, I recalled that Jerry and Louise had mentioned they had a daughter, Jeannie, who was away at college. Obviously, she was back for the summer, and as I had never laid eyes on her, I was curious to find out something about her.
I found out plenty.