Neighbor Gone to Town

This is the continuation of my "neighbor" stories.

It has been several months since my spectacular introduction to my neighbor, Jaimee. Over the past weeks we have grown from strangers to loving partners. While our schedules do not allow our seeing each other on a daily basis, that seems to keep the excitement at a fever pitch. What we have both discovered is our previously hidden desires to explore exhibitionism and voyeurism. I guess that the way we met was a good jumping-off point for this type of endeavor. Since our initial experience together we have played many games of "accidentally" exposing ourselves in public. Actually, Jaimee is the one who exposes the most. I am more content to be the casual observer, watching the reactions of passerby's. What more could a voyeur wish for than a partner who is willing and eager to fulfill fantasy by working on her own? She gets as turned on by being seen as I do by seeing.

Most of our activities have been away from our small town. While we have arranged times for Jaimee to be exposed in small ways, the main times have not been local. Both of our jobs pay too well to jeopardize either. Small towns also have a less than favorable view of anything that is not perfectly "normal" in their minds. So, we take weekend trips to a larger city that is about one hour away. It provides numerous parks, malls, and otherwise crowded venues for showing Jaimee's assets on the sly. Her short, pleated skirts and thin, tight tank tops, with nothing else on, are enough to turn most heads, women included. Personally, I think a lot of women are exceedingly jealous at Jaimee's unabashed sexuality. She is aware of how good she looks and it shows in her demeanor, her posture, and her movements. I really enjoy watching couples; seeing the men try not to look and the women looking at their men become nervous. Many times she has stopped to pick up an imaginary object and flashed her bare ass and shaved pussy to jaw dropping on-lookers.

Often, while we are on one of our trips, we will not appear as a couple in public. It gives me the opportunity to practice my fantasy, by observing her actions from a distance. She gets very rambunctious when she knows that I am lurking, watching. This past weekend we traveled north to one of our favorite hotels. It is located downtown, near several parks, museums, and other highly public areas. We spent most of Friday evening and Saturday morning strolling outside, taking every chance to show Jaimee's assets.

She particularly enjoys flashing young college aged men. They are always so hormonal. And, while their bravado is huge when with friends, it quickly disappears when confronted by Jaimee. She even talked to some of them after exposing her goodies, without them ever knowing that they were set up. She even asked one of them to wipe some dirt off of the back of her skirt. She supposedly couldn't reach it. He was so nervous that I was afraid he would pass out. Along with the fact that he was trying to hide a tremendous erection. When she thanked him by kissing his cheek, rubbing her stiff nipples over his arm, he had to sit on the nearby bench and recover.

But, like any wonderful thing, you can only experience so much in a short period of time. We had run back to the room several times to rip our clothes of and fuck like rabbits. By late morning on Saturday we were in need of some non-sexual relaxation. The hotel has a wonderful pool area. It is fairly secluded from most of the pedestrian traffic and gets very little use by hotel patrons. We figured that a nap in the sun, some cool water, would get our minds and bodies ready for Saturday night on the town. While I checked my messages at home, Jaimee was going to pick out the best lounge chairs. While at home she rarely wears revealing swimwear. On the road is another story. She wears the skimpiest bikinis possible. Today she picked out a fire engine red number that was essentially different sized triangles connected by thin strings. The triangles floated over her skin as she moved. As tired as we were, I almost didn't let her out of the room. She laughed and said there would be ample chances for that type of behavior tonight. As she went out the door into the hallway she bent slightly and pulled her bottoms down exposing her ass. She then turned and showed me her pussy. She slid a finger deeply into the folds of her labia. Then she reached up and pulled the top triangles off her breasts and pinched both nipples. She then straightened her suit, licked her finger, then her lips, smiled and closed the door. I had to fight the urge to jerk off right then.

By the time I checked messages, made a couple of calls, and changed into my swimsuit, forty-five minutes had passed. I didn't see Jaimee at first when I entered the pool area. She was in a back corner, talking to gorgeous redhead. For some reason I decided to just grab a recliner and watch for a while. The other girl was taller than Jaimee; probably about five foot eight inches. What was striking was her thin frame. She couldn't weigh more than one hundred pounds, or seemed not to. But, she didn't look too skinny. On her it seemed to be right. She wore a one-piece that was relatively conservative. Maybe she was afraid of sunburn. Every part of her exposed skin was covered with tiny freckles. I had to wonder if more secretive places would look the same.

Jaimee looked my way and discretely acknowledged my presence. I pretended not to notice either one of them. I pulled my sunglasses over my eyes and pretended to doze off. Something told me that this would be an enjoyable afternoon. Jaimee had told me that she had experimented with women while in college. She didn't consider herself bisexual since it had not happened again. She did remember how different and pleasurable making love to a woman was. Her descriptions were awesome. I could almost orgasm just hearing her narratives. Those thoughts were racing through my mind as I watched the two of them talk, leaning close, laughing. Fortunately, the pool was more deserted than normal. Hopefully there would be no other interruptions.

After talking for some time, the redhead reached into her bag and pulled out a bottle of sunscreen. She started carefully applied it to her face, neck, arms, and legs. She then held it out for Jaimee to take. Jaimee needed the protection as well but that was not to the intent. The other girl had must have asked Jaimee to put some lotion on her back. Jaimee moved over to the side of the lounge as the other girl turned over onto her stomach. Jaimee poured a large handful of the cream into her palms She then began to spread it over the shoulders and back of this other woman. The motions were very deliberate, almost suspiciously so. Then Jaimee looked over her shoulder to me. She smiled and licked her lips, then turned back to the job at hand. I got an immediate erection. Jaimee continued to rub the other girls back, even though all the lotion had disappeared. Then Jaimee started rubbing the arms, then legs. As she would rub the arms her hands would slide down the sides, getting closer to the other girls breasts. There was seemingly no reaction, but she wasn't being stopped. When Jaimee started rubbing the legs her hands would slide down the outside of the thighs then back up the inside. Jaimee's fingers were coming dangerously close to touching "forbidden" territory. The only move the redhead made was to shift slightly and open her legs ever so slightly.

I was trying to imagine the view that Jaimee must have. I wanted to see that view. Jaimee's hands were becoming bolder with every stroke. So gradual as to be imperceptible, her fingers were brushing the sides of the woman' tiny breasts. She raised her upper body just enough to allow the roaming fingers to reach the nipples through the fabric. Jaimee would lightly squeeze each nipple, and then rub her palm over the entire breast. Much in the same way she caressed her breasts when masturbating. The redhead's legs had slowly parted as far as the lounge chair would allow. When Jaimee's ministrations returned to the legs, all the attention was to the inner thighs, kneading, squeezing, higher and higher up the leg.

The fingers finally were rested at the tops of the thighs. As one hand caressed her pussy through the fabric, the other lifted the material away from her skin, and then slid it over to expose a shaved cunt. Jaimee's fingers immediately slid over the labia, parting, probing, and spreading. The redhead couldn't part her legs any more so she pushed her ass higher, to make herself more accessible. She moved a hand underneath so she could join Jaimee's fingers in her pussy. I couldn't believe that they were fingering this beautiful woman right there. I had to put my magazine in my lap to hide my erection from view. The redhead was frantically squeezing and rubbing her clit while Jaimee drove two of her fingers in and out of her pussy. Jaimee's other hand had dropped between her legs and pushed the thin fabric of her suit to the side. Now each of Jaimee's hands were masturbating wildly. It was obvious that neither of them were aware of their surroundings.

The tempo was increasing to the point that orgasms were imminent. The redhead suddenly arched her back and came. Jaimee was not far behind. The fingers were still in contact with inflamed, pink, skin. Neither was in a hurry to finish. The redhead turned in her chair and adjusted her swimsuit. Jaimee did the same. They both had sly smiles on their faces. The redhead then lifted her wet fingers to Jaimee's mouth so she could taste that wonderful juice. Jaimee did the same with her own fingers, letting the redhead suck her fingers into her mouth.

After a few minutes, obviously calming down from their orgasmic high, both stood and gathered their things and started walking back to the hotel. As they passed by, Jaimee smiled broadly and winked, then slid her cum coated finger across my lips. She whispered, "We're heading for the room. Hope you enjoyed the show." I wanted to race them to the room but had to let my hard-on subside before I could get up. As I stood, I noticed another woman leaning against the entrance pillar to the pool area. Her eyes were glazed over, staring across the pool. As I passed by she smiled weakly said "Have fun this afternoon. I sure did." Not only did I get set up for a fabulous escapade, there was a surprise visitor to the activities. I wonder if Jaimee knew she was there as well.

The rest of the afternoon? Well, that is another story.