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The House Behind Andrea S

The House Behind Andrea S

by lucy_anne21
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She had lived at number 26 almost all of her life. It was a nice large semi detached with a reasonably sized back garden. Set back in a tree lined avenue, her father kept it well maintained and it always looked homely and welcoming. It adjoined the back garden of the houses in the next street.

She had long dark, almost black hair, pale skin, with grey blue eyes. Smooth skin, and a straight nose, full lips, which when her face was in repose fell onto a natural soft pout. High cheekbones gave her a haughty look, enhanced by a good jawline and neat ears. A natural, almost classic beauty she attracted attention wherever she went. As she grew up, she loved to spend time in the garden, and did all the things that girls do, handstands, cartwheels and twirling around quickly enough to make her skirt fly up. She enjoyed the feeling of air swirling around her legs and body, and to a degree the freedom she felt when exercising herself. As with most girls, she grew steadily from a gangly child, into a well-developed young woman.

In the house opposite which backed onto her parent's house, there was a nice young man, who she spoke to now and again over the years. He often stopped to speak with her when he was out tidying up his garden. Gareth was on the short side, around 5'4" and slimly built, straight sandy hair, fresh complexion, with hazel eyes, he was quite attractive, and she enjoyed talking to him. In fact, she had a little bit of a secret crush on him. He was around 23 then, lived alone, but had a well-paid job working as an operations and scheduling planner for a large airline. A very amenable man, he wasn't very forward, in fact quite shy, but easy for her to get on with. There had been the odd girlfriend, they didn't seem to stay around for long, but he was most definitely straight, despite his softish nature.

He spoke quite fluent French, it was part of his job when planning aircraft maintenance, particularly if he was arranging services for the planes, some of which had to be carried out in Toulouse. He often dropped the odd French comment in an attempt to impress her. She never revealed that she had taken French at secondary school from aged 11 and had achieved 'A star' level at her final exams. Also spending most summers with her parents in a Gรฎte in Brittany, she was far more fluent in the language than he was.

Over the low wire fence, he showed her his garden and pointed out the various plants and shrubs he had planted. He'd never given her any cause for alarm, or made her feel uncomfortable, but she liked him paying attention to her. The two streets were connected by several small lanes that ran between the houses, so it was easy to walk through without having to go to the end of the avenue and around. So, from time to time, she would go round to his garden, and he would show her how to pot bedding plants. Always standing behind her as she bent down to tend the plants, or when she kneeled and leaned forwards using a trowel or her hands to pat the soil down.

Sometimes they would go into his house and have tea and biscuits. He was slowly renovating it, and in later years, just before she left for her aunts, she often helped him. Becoming an extra pair of hands, assisting him to run cable for the rewiring work in each room. Often climbing up on the stepladder as she fed wire to him down inside the wall channels. She noticed how well he looked after her, taking care of her safety, making sure she didn't overbalance as she reached above her head. They were friendly and she enjoyed her moments with him, he was never inappropriate, but from time to time, in the evenings as she got ready for bed, she saw him watching her in her room, from his bedroom window.

At 16 she left her home to go and live with her uncle and aunt for a few years, so she could go to a prestigious sixth form college to complete her 'A' levels prior to choosing her career path. Sharing their home with her two cousins, both girls, one slightly older than her at 20, and the other a around her age. They all got on well together, but towards the end of her stay, after her 18th birthday, she noticed her uncle was frequently watching her, his eyes full of fire, but to be fair, he didn't ever try to go any further than that. Far from making her feel uncomfortable, she found that his attention thrilled her, and she revelled in it. Often behaving in a very precocious and flirtatious manner when he was around.

She grew up and matured considerably over the two years she spent there with both of her cousins, enjoying their company, and going out together at the weekends. Sometimes in the evenings during the last few months of her stay, when her uncle and aunt were in bed, she would discuss sex with the two girls, in hushed whispers they explored the various intricacies and learnt from each other about different acts. They were all straight, but now and again when they had brought themselves up to a fever pitch of arousal, they practiced kissing with each other, as many girls do.

Her cousins were both sexually active, Helen the younger one was far more experienced than her sister, Beatrice, and described in intimate details how things should happen. She had actually taken videos with her iPhone and took delight in showing them what she had done with various men. Listening to her was an education in itself. It was clear to all three of them that their sexual appetites, as girls were just as strong as mens were, if not stronger, but not appreciated because they tended to more discreet about what they wanted.

Andrea's contribution was a little more reserved, edging around her own limited experience, asking more than she revealed. However, she did tell them in some depth, about Gareth and her interactions with him. How much she liked him, and how nice he was to her. Helen asked.

"Have you kissed him?"

'No, not yet anyway."

"Do you fancy him?"

"No, not really. Well perhaps a little bit."

Beatrice chimed in.

"So, he just likes to spend time with you, and watch you then?"

"I suppose so, yes."

Helen frowned before asking.

"Tell us Andrea, does he look up your dress?"

"He does, quite a bit actually, I've never really thought about it, but then most men do if they get the chance, it's happened to me for as long as I can remember."

"So, he's one of those guys that hang around the bottom of the stairs in department stores, peeping as we go up?"

"I don't think he's quite that, but he does enjoy watching me, I have no idea what it is about seeing our knickers that is so exciting to men, but there it is. So, what do you think I should do?"

Helen and Beatrice both giggled and looked meaningfully at each other before Beatrice replied.

"Very often, these men like to look, for a lot of them, it's all they want, but they rarely have enough courage to try and take it further. If you like him, try to seduce him. Be aggressive about it, positive, perhaps a little rough, don't even ask, just pounce on him. He'll either give in to you or run a mile."

"You sound as though you've had experience Beatrice?"

"We both have, there's a surprising number of shy wallflowers out there. Anyway, try it if you are interested in him. After all, what have you got to lose, if he takes you up, then you get a night of sex, if not, then he probably won't bother you again. Go on, give it a try."

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"Did you do that yourself?"

"Of course we did."

The two cousins looked meaningfully at each other once again, before Helen explained.

"There was this one boy, he was nearly 20, he was always hanging around watching us, we both went to a party, and he was there. Mum and dad had gone off for a weekend break, so we brought him home, here. Actually, on this bed, we both had him, several times each, he didn't stand a chance. He was like a bit of limp string when we finished with him, but he wasn't shy anymore after that."

They both went onto a silent reverie for a few minutes, as they recalled the events. Andrea was quite taken with the story they told her, relishing every last of the details, storing them away for her future reference. Beatrice spoke at last.

"Go on Andy, take a chance, drain his balls, after all of you don't try, you'll never know."

Helen added her opinion to the conversation.

"Get him to give you oral, you'll love it."

"Really?"

"You've never done that?"

There was a mischievous glint in Helen's eye as she turned to her sister.

"You hold her down Beatty, and I'll lick her out."

They all collapsed in gales of laughter at Helen's outrageous teasing, but she listened carefully as Beatrice encouraged her once more.

"Don't hesitate Andy, flash your frillies at him, he won't be able to resist."

Andrea nodded and decided to take their advice when she returned home after her exams. Seeing that, Helen made one last comment on the subject.

"Make sure you tell us both about it, every last sensual dirty detail."

"Mmmm, alright, I will, if it goes well."

Andrea had a few boyfriends while she was there. and took part in some very heavy kissing and petting with them. She enjoyed being touched, fingered, and felt by another person, and came to understand what a penis felt like in her hand. However, eventually she got a reputation amongst the male students at school, of being a prick teaser, something that she never denied, and in fact actively encouraged.

Returning home after the two years, she had become a fine young woman, over 18 with extremely good exam results, she decided to spend some time to assess what she was going to do next. Delighted to find that Gareth still lived behind her house, and he still lived alone, he was now 31. At 5'7" she was now taller than him and with her shapely well-proportioned body, enjoyed the feeling of power those small factors gave her. In turn, he seemed delighted to see her after she had arrived home, and they had increasingly frequent small conversational exchanges over the garden fence. Drawing closer together as their relationship blossomed.

One particular day she saw him waving to her to come close to the fence. She noticed his eyes flicking over her figure, taking in her nubile form. His eyes wide, pupils dilated to take as much of her image in as possible, he licked his lips as he admired her body. As it was a warm mid summer day, she wore a light cream, cotton, button through dress, and as his garden faced west, the sunlight was behind her, showing her silhouette through the thin material. He felt his lower stomach ache, and his testicles tighten as he saw the outline of her dark bra and panties clearly visible under her dress.

The girl he had seen through her window using her bed as a trampoline, or dancing to music programmes on her TV, had grown into an extremely attractive young woman. He felt his mouth go dry, and he stumbled over his words as he spoke to her. She noticed his sly looks, laughing inwardly at his dilemma. Changing her stance, she placed her feet slightly apart, knowing he would see her pudenda swelling into her panties, as a plump rounded shape between her legs, hidden but revealing enough to send him into a spiral of want and desire. He saw exactly what she wanted him to see, and as the clouds briefly obscured the sun, he saw the dark triangle of her neatly trimmed bush. It showed under the front of her dress, through the nylon panties she was wearing, with some stray hair peeking out from the legs of her knickers.

"It's nice to see you home Andrea, it seems you've been away for ages."

"Yes, it's good to be back, being with my uncle and aunt was lovely, but I am pleased to be home."

"What are your plans now, are you staying here or are you off again to try something new?"

"I don't know yet, I got good exam results, so I have the opportunity to take my time and choose where my career path lies. I don't know whether to take vocational training or go up to university. I'll spend the next few weeks researching the options."

"That sounds sensible, if you ever want a sounding board, you're welcome to pop around and chat, like you used to before you went away."

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She didn't reply, but just smiled at him, it was her turn to feel her nipples harden, desire rise in her belly, and a creeping moistness at her groin. Oh, oh! She suddenly realised she wanted him and wanted him badly.

Later in the week, she saw him out in his yard, as she stood by the kitchen window. She wanted to go and talk with him, but although her hunger for him had grown, she didn't want to seem too eager. She waited for the washing machine to finish its cycle and unloaded her smalls into a bowl ready to go out to dry. Half an hour later, dressed simply in a light grey loose skirt, a low cut, black cotton 'V' necked top, with sheer black nylon slip and panties, deliberately choosing not to wear a bra. She casually opened the back door to go to the rotary washing line. Pegging her freshly washed selection of frills and lace, knickers, bras, slips and suspenders, onto the rotary clothes line. She saw from the corner of her eye, that he was watching her, standing by the low wire fence that separated their gardens.

Hearing him call, she looked up and saw he had moved close to the fence.

"Good morning, Andrea, you're busy I see."

"Yes, just catching up with my laundry, it's surprising how much clothing I use, all part of being a girl I suppose."

"It all looks nice and fresh, it's important to keep clean."

Putting the basket of pegs down on the path, she walked toward the fence, stopping in front of him, and asked.

"What are you up to today, Gareth?"

"Just tidying up the borders, I'll water the pots before I go in for my lunch. How about you?"

"Mum gave me a list of housework that needs doing, so that's most of my day taken care of. I might loosen the soil around these bedding plants before I go in and start on it."

Squatting down and parting her knees, she pointed out some of the bedding plants in the border by the fence. Looking up she saw his eyes focused on her crotch, and the darkness between her legs as the gusset of her panties stretched tightly across her entrance to paradise. This was one of the things that excited her most of all, the ability to turn a man on, to arouse him with nothing but her visual impact. A glimpse of her body, a flash of her underwear. To see the obvious signs of desire, the look in their eyes, the visible erections straining against their trouser fronts, the longing for something that they could almost see, yet not have. Rocking back onto her hips and widening the gap between her thighs. Her eyes flicked up to his, catching him staring under her dress. She smiled warmly, parting her lips, and licking them quickly with the small pink tip of her tongue. Then enquired.

"How are the renovations coming on?"

"I've done quite bit while you've been away, I only have one bedroom left to do. You should come round and have a look at the results."

"Perhaps later this week, I'm a bit busy for the next couple of days."

"I hope you can, you'll be surprised at how well it's turned out."

Slowly pulling her skirt up to her waist, prior to standing up, she knew her hems had fallen at the back as she felt it brush against her ankles. Pausing and letting it fall back into place, and she knew he had a good view of the curve of her bottom. Standing, she shook her clothes into place and stepped closer to the fence. She was rewarded by seeing the small wet patch, shining on the material were his penis strained against the front of his slacks. Dropping her voice to a low tone, she looked him directly in his eyes, and smiling, raised her eyebrows, before speaking quietly.

"I'll look forward to seeing it, let's hope you've got a nice surprise for me."

She winked at him, closing her eyelid slowly before continuing. Then leaned forwards placing her hands on the fence post, her blouse gapped at the front, the 'V' neck opening, and he saw her breasts, beautifully shaped, dark nipples, almost a rich rose at the tips, he could see right down the front, across her stomach to her waist. He drew a deep breath as his eyes took in the delicious vista

"I'll be tired tonight, so I'll be going to bed early, but perhaps you could show me on Friday?"

"That sounds good Andrea, I'll catch you in the morning on Friday then?"

She nodded, without telling him that she would be leaving home again on Sunday, and probably, he would never see her again. Having applied to, and been accepted by a university in North America she was going to read astrophysics as part of a sponsored scholarship from a large research institute. However, her mind was filled with one last vitally important thing she had to do before she left to go to the US.

True to her word, she went up to her bedroom before 10:00pm. Turning on her bedside light, she turned toward her window. Waiting until she saw Gareth's bedroom light go out, and she knew he was watching. Slowly, sensually she crossed her arms, and taking the lower edge of her top in her hands, she pulled it up, and off over her head. Turning slightly, she stood her breasts and upper body highlighted by the lamp, she smoothed her hands up her tummy and cupped her breasts, lifting and separating them, showing off their firm nubile flesh. Undoing her skirt, she let it drop to the floor, and then followed it with her slip. She turned and stood in front of the window in just her panties, the black nylon shining in the warm light.

He hadn't realised that his bedroom door had swung open, and the light from his landing shone on him illuminating him from behind. She giggled as she saw his shoulder moving up and down, realising he was masturbating as he watched her erotic display.

Her bedroom window had a deep chord, and in front of the low windowsill there was a padded seat that ran across the entire width. Making sure her light was angled to highlight her body, she turned back to face the glass, and slowly pulled her knickers down. Feeling a nervous flutter in her stomach, wetness at her groin, and a tingle in her breasts as her nipples hardened. Tossing the panties onto the window seat, she turned sideways on to the glass and reached to stretch her arms above her head. Leaning back, she knew her breasts would show in full, and her pubic mound would present as a delicious bulge under the curve of her lower belly. Even at the distance he was, he would be able to see the lightly curling pubic hair that covered her mons veneris, dark, soft and tantalisingly inviting.

Turning her back to the window and positioning herself so that the light fell across her behind, she placed her feet slightly apart, then slowly bent down from the waist, to pick up her top, skirt and slip from the floor. Deliberately exposing her ripe juicy vulva to his distant gaze, making sure he had an unobstructed view through his window. Slowly straightening up, she turned casually to the glass and placed her clothes onto the padded seat.

Once again standing with her hands on her hips, and her legs parted she held her place for a minute or so, then walked out of his view, and quickly put on her pyjamas. Returning to the window, she pulled her drapes closed and got into bed. Reading for a while and settling under her duvet, eventually putting her book down, turning out her bedside lamp, and snuggling down into a deep restful sleep.

Waking the following morning, flushed with the memory of her actions the night before. Still in her pyjamas, she opened the curtains and checked through the window, it was a flat sort of day, without any bright sunlight. Mum and dad had both gone to work, leaving her alone in the house. Noticing his curtains were open she saw movement in his bedroom. Thinking rapidly, she found a reason to appear at her own window. It couldn't just be a straightforward presentation of her nakedness, she needed an excuse to take the net curtains down. Deciding to clean the glass, she went downstairs and got the window spray with some cloths, returning to her room. Searching through her 'personals' drawer she found a white but sheer petticoat, with cupped lace body, and a light lace trim across the front of the skirt, as well as at the hem.

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