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JENNY
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'Thank God that day is over' thought Jenny to herself as she turned the car engine off. She got out of the car and walked round to the boot to grab her work bag. It was so heavy and she was so worn out, it took a great effort to heave it onto her shoulder. She closed the boot and started across the back lane towards the house. As she opened the back gate to the yard, she remembered that she hadn't locked the car. She turned and pressed the remote, hearing the locks click and seeing the lights flash. She could see past the car, and the garage beyond, a glimpse of the back garden.
'God, it's like a jungle' she thought to herself. She wondered whether her and Mike had taken on too much with their first house together. It was a two-storey terraced house with a garden in the front and a second garden in the back, across the back lane. With both of them working full time, they just didn't seem to have the capacity to keep on top of decorating the house and keeping both the front and back gardens tidy. Fortunately the front garden was fairly low maintenance and, as it faced the main road and had a low fence, keeping it presentable was more of a priority than the back. The back garden was another matter entirely. It was overgrown with weeds and bushes that were out of control. The worst was just beyond the garage; it had spread so far and wide it made it a tight squeeze to get beyond the corner of the garage into the garden beyond. Admittedly, it was actually planted in nextdoor's garden, just the other side of the fence, but it had grown so big it had come through and covered a fair chunk of their lawn, and neither Jenny nor Mike had got round to pruning it on their side.
'Not that those two are much better!' she thought, as she turned back to the house and let herself in. Jenny contemplated their neighbours, David and Natalie. They were a few years older than her and Mike, and the neighbours didn't really speak to each other. Not that they were rude or offensive, they just kept to themselves and only said 'hello' if they passed in the street. Occasionally, they would take in parcels for each other and this was always dealt with politely. It was usually David who would bring any parcels round to Jenny and Mike, or call in to collect parcels they had taken in for him and Natalie, and so Jenny had spoken more to him, out of their two neighbours. He seemed harmless enough and was always pleasant and friendly when he called at the back door.
'He has a nice smile,' Jenny thought. She couldn't discern anything much else about him, other than his physical appearance. He had a short beard that was light brown, now flecked with grey, and a receding hairline. He had a slight paunch, but wasn't fat and he had long, muscular legs. She had occasionally seen him in his lycra shorts, getting on his bike to cycle to work, so she knew he wasn't unfit, although perhaps his exercise regime wasn't able to keep him as trim as it did a few years ago.
Jenny put her bag down by the back door and slipped off her shoes. Mike wasn't home. She remembered he was on a late shift today. They both worked for the police; he as a detective, and she as a crime scene manager, but they rarely saw each other at work and more and more, their shift patterns meant that they saw less of each other at home than they used to. Jenny went into the kitchen and put the kettle on, to make herself a coffee. She glanced out of the window. It was a warm day and the sun was occasionally peeping through the clouds.
'If I wasn't so tired, I might've tried to make inroads on that back garden,' Jenny thought. 'but right now, I can't be bothered.' The kettle finished boiling and she poured some water into her mug and stirred in the coffee granules. She grabbed the milk from the fridge and added enough to make it turn a light brown and then wandered over to the sofa. She flopped down and pulled out her phone and idly scrolled through her social media accounts. 'I'll finish this coffee and then go and have a shower and try and forget the stresses of work' she thought.
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DAVID
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Natalie was late home from work. Again. This new job had had a massive impact on his and Natalie's home life. She was frequently working beyond her scheduled hours and most of the daily chores therefore fell on his shoulders. They rarely had time to spend together that wasn't subtly (or not so subtly) eroded by the stress she was under. It had been months since they had been physically intimate. David hadn't masturbated this much since he was a teenager and had first discovered self-pleasure.
He stripped off his work shirt, trousers and socks and put on a comfortable t-shirt and some baggy shorts. It was warm today and he didn't need to look presentable. He went downstairs and pulled the washing machine open. It needed emptying, so he fetched the laundry basket and filled it with the wet clothes. He grabbed the clothes pegs and stepped out into the yard.
'May as well get these dry' he muttered to himself. He was nearly done hanging out the clothes, when he heard an upstairs window open, next door. This was followed by the sound of a shower running. He looked up.
'That bathroom window doesn't seem to be the best design,' David thought. It opened outwards, at the bottom, so an observer from the yard could see through the gap, into the bathroom beyond. What could be seen in the bathroom beyond was limited by the angle and how far the window was opened, but it still didn't seem the best consideration of privacy.
At that moment, as if to prove his point, David noticed some movement through the gap. Some lightly tanned skin could be seen and some long brown-blonde hair. It was his neighbour, Jenny, and it was clear that she was naked. He couldn't see much, just a narrow strip of her back, but he felt his breath and his pulse quicken, and a slight stirring in his groin. She turned to the side and he caught a brief glimpse of the pale white skin on the side of her breast, before he realised he was staring and looked away.
'I hope to God she didn't see me looking' he thought. He moved to the other end of the washing line. If he hung the remaining clothes up from the other side, he could face next door and casually look up again and might 'accidentally' see a bit more. He chanced another glance up. The angle was slightly different from here; he could still see Jenny and she was now more or less facing the window. The section of her body visible to him now comprised the strip of her torso from her belly button to the gentle curve of the underside of her breasts. She was slim and, what he could see of her, was attractive, and he could feel himself beginning to stiffen. At that moment, he could see a towel being wrapped about the naked body and she had turned away.
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JENNY
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'He saw me! I think he saw me!'Â Jenny could feel herself flush with embarrassment as she stepped away from the window. She hadn't really been concentrating on what she was doing; just enjoying the sensation of the breeze on her skin as she waited for the shower to warm up. She hadn't realised there was anyone in the yard nextdoor until she turned round and saw David hanging out laundry. He was working with his back to her, so she didn't really pay him much attention, but when she looked down again, he had moved to the other end of the yard. She could only see his legs through the gap in the window, and it was clear he was now facing her house. Slowly the horrifying realisation dawned on her that if he looked up, he would be able to see in the open window and her naked body would be visible. She didn't know precisely what could be seen, but she thought he might be able to see her breasts or possibly the top of her pubic region. She had grabbed a towel off the rail and quickly wrapped it round her and spun round to face the shower.
As her pulse started to slow, she noticed some heat developing in between her legs. She knew she should close the window a bit more and just get on with her shower, but the fact she had possibly seen naked by another man gave her a thrill she hadn't experienced before. She reached down and moved the towel to one side. She was wet. She let the towel fall to the floor and stepped into the shower. The jet was quite powerful and she grabbed the shower head and directed it onto her groin. That felt good. Her left hand reached up and squeezed her, now erect, left nipple. She was so turned on. She cupped and squeezed her breast and then slid her hand down her abdomen until her fingers pushed through the sparse pubic hair and found her wet slit. She let a finger slip inside herself, and moved it in and out a few times. She was close. She withdrew her fingers and rubbed them across her clitoris quickly and firmly. With the pulsing jet of the shower and the circular rhythm of her fingers, she could feel her orgasm building. This was not going to take long. Her muscles tensed and then it came. She let out a gasp as the wave of pleasure and release hit her. She hadn't come that hard for months.
It took her several minutes to calm down. She then washed her hair and body, shaved her legs and armpits and got out of the shower. She heard next door's back gate open and close. She glanced out of the still open window. David was walking across the back lane and opening the gate to his back garden. She thought she might go out and try and do a bit in the back garden after all. It was a warm evening and she might get the opportunity to apologise to David for accidentally flashing him - or at least she might discover whether he had, in fact, seen her.
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DAVID
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After hanging the last item of clothing on the line, David took the laundry basket inside. His cock was tenting the front of his shorts. He was so hard. He had never previously considered Jenny to be attractive. She was not his type, being quite short and blonde and he had never thought of her that way. Maybe it was the fact he had glimpsed her during a private moment that had turned him on so much. He was aching for release.
One of his favourite places to go for a bit of private time, when the weather was warm enough, was the spot just behind their garage. There were thick bushes either side so neighbours in adjacent gardens couldn't see him and the garage blocked the view from the houses across the back lane. It was fairly secluded. In fact, the only places it could be seen from was either from within Natalie and David's garden, or the section of the path going past Jenny and Mike's garage that came past the overgrown bush, into their garden. As Jenny and Mike rarely ventured into their back garden, David felt fairly safe stripping off there. He figured he would hear their gate open and would have time to either hide or quickly dress, if he needed to.
There was a stone bench behind the garage. David quickly slipped down his shorts and stepped out of them and sat on the bench. The cold stone felt soothing on his bottom and his balls. He lifted his t-shirt over his head and soon was fully naked, apart from his sliders. He shivered slightly - it was not cold, but it was shaded behind the garage and wasn't as warm as it had been out in the open. He wished he could feel the sun in his naked body, but there was nowhere he could go to do that, where he wouldn't be seen. He looked down at his naked body. He had been going to the gym at work and could see some slight gains in his chest and upper arms. He wasn't in bad shape, but his belly was a bit bigger than he would like and he really struggled to shift it. He had always had a decent amount of chest hair and there were dark curls sparsely scattered across his belly as well. He looked further down at his penis. He had taken to keeping the hair around the base of his penis and over his scrotum shorter, but otherwise did little in the way of grooming down there. His erection had subsided in the cool of the shade behind the garage, but he was still slightly tumescent. He liked the thick feeling of the base of his cock and there was a vein going straight down the middle. He was not circumcised and the head of his penis was covered by his foreskin. He gently retracted it and exposed the purple head. That felt so good. His cock began to swell again.
His mind briefly flitted back to seeing Jenny through the bathroom window. It was exciting, but such a fleeting experience that it alone wasn't sufficient to maintain his arousal. Fortunately, being naked outside was enough to do that and he was soon rock hard again and relishing the cool breeze around his balls and stiff cock. He was so horny. He had wrapped his hand fully around his shaft and was smoothly moving it up and down, moving the foreskin over the end and back. The end of his penis began to ooze precum and soon everything was gliding back and forth smoothly.
He stopped, hearing a noise. It was the roar of a motorbike engine, deep and growling. He heard it move down the back lane and he tensed. It seemed to stop near their back gate, but then he clearly heard it move off again down the lane. He relaxed. His hand hadn't left his cock and he was soon jerking off again, getting faster and faster. He could feel it rising inside of him and got to his feet, slightly leaning back. He gave three or four more strokes then moved his fist to the base of his cock and felt the release. The first shot out of him and went about 3 metres. Then he heard a gasp and whirled around, still shooting his load.
