The first to notice had been Josh.
Barely 19, and Dillon's younger brother, the other three always treated him like they were doing him a favour by allowing him to live there. He was, in fact, grateful to be out of his parents' house and glad that Dillon's two best pals accepted him for the most part, but he didn't entirely agree with the way they always seemed to stick him with the brunt of the chores. So when he glanced over and saw the woman next door in the clingy nightdress come into view, he hadn't shared the discovery with the others.
The other three were sitting on the step, which only left room on the grass, and normally he would have felt a twinge of resentment at this, but not with the view he had behind the others. He suppressed a smile as he looked over their shoulders, pretending to listen to the story Allen was telling, while watching the brunette caress one of her full breasts through the thin fabric.
The rectangle of light from the window fell on the grass to the left of the other men and Josh hoped she wouldn't stand again, casting a shadow on the lawn and drawing their attention to her. They had already given him a hard time earlier for watching her, but he couldn't seem to help himself.
She was older than him by at least a good ten years, but there was something so sensual about her, about the way she moved, her confidence, that great smile, that stirred yearnings deep in his groin. Just watching her bend over the trunk of her car to unload groceries could give him a sudden raging hardon.
He was enjoying not only the little show as she pulled the top of her nightie down, exposing the rounded breasts and the full dark circles around the erect nipples, but also taking great delight in getting one up on the other guys. He shifted his position, trying to subtly adjust the bulge in his shorts as he watched her put her feet up on the desk and spread her legs.
There was laughter as Allen reached the punchline of the story and Josh joined in with a forced chuckle, having no clue what had been so funny, and not really caring. He was unable to move his eyes from the sight of the smooth creamy lips that were now exposed, the slightest tease of pink where they touched, the way he could see just the hint of the rounded bottoms of her asscheeks resting on the edge of her chair if he stretched his neck.
She had just spread her lips with her fingers to rub her glistening slit when Thomas noticed the look on Josh's face. He turned and let out a gasp of surprise.
"You little asshole!" he exclaimed, giving Josh a shot in the arm. "How long has THAT been going on?"
The other two guys turned to see what the excitement was about.
"Whoa!" Allen immediately forgot all about the story he'd been telling and stood up to get a better view.
"Sit down!" Dillon pulled him back down. "You don't want her to see you. This is too good to be true and I don't want it to stop." He craned his neck for a better view.
"She can't see us because it's too dark out here," Thomas stated matter of factly. "And besides...don't you think she is well aware that we could be watching? She's sitting right there in front of a window with no blinds with the lights on fucking herself. Little slut is probably hoping that she's getting us all worked up."
"Don't talk about her like that," Josh said quietly. He'd liked it a lot better when he'd been the only one watching her. Somehow the sensuality seemed sullied now.
"Oooh, someone's got a soft spot for the missus next door," Allen teased.
"Like we didn't already know that, though," Thomas had a harsh tone, still prickly about being chastised by the younger man. "Do you think we don't notice you watching her every chance you get? Whacking your tiny cock while fantasizing about her doesn't make her...or you...a saint. Look at her with her cunt right there for anyone to see."
The anger was bubbling up in Josh's chest and his brother put a hand on his arm to calm him.
"Come on, guys. Give him a break. We've all had fantasies about older women before. Let him have his in peace. No harm done." Dillon spoke casually, trying to diffuse the situation before it erupted into something that would cause bad feelings to linger.
"Yeah, it's true," Allen said with a huge grin. "I STILL jerk off to thoughts of your mother, Dillon."
"Shut up, dickwad," Dillon said with mock indignation, "before I beat your ass."
The four of them turned their attention back to the scene in the window next door to find they had missed the rest of it with their quarreling and the buxom woman had readjusted her clothing and was typing away as if nothing had happened.
The three older guys got to their feet and started to go inside. Thomas turned back. "You wouldn't know what to do with a woman like that, even if you got her."
Josh didn't answer, silently leaning back against the step, staring out into the starry sky until he heard the door click shut.
"Fuck you," he muttered in frustration, turning his head to watch the neighbour. He'd heard her husband call her by name the other day. Allison. Allie. He tried the name out, whispering it out loud.
Spurred on by the insults, by the need to prove something (to himself mainly), and by his naturally impetuous nature, he leapt to his feet and before he fully realized it, he was standing on her front step, knocking on her door. *** Her heartbeat had just returned to its normal cadence and the shakiness at her uncustomary brazenness has subsided for the most part. Now that the moment had passed, she was a little embarrassed at her spontaneous exhibitionism.
What if Old Mr. Panders had been out walking his dog? I'd probably have triggered a heart attack. Oh well, it was such a brief thing that it's unlikely anyone even saw me. She had almost convinced herself that it had gone unnoticed when she was startled by a knock at the door.
"Just a moment," she called, as she ran to grab her robe, wondering who it could be, unable to shake the feeling that perhaps it was related to her recent...activity.
God, I really hope it's not the cops! But this IS the privacy of my own home. And I AM allowed to do whatever I want in my own house. It's not my fault if someone decides to stand outside my window and watch. Is it? She was still tying her robe around her waist as she unlocked the knob and opened the door. So sure was she that it would be a uniformed police officer that she couldn't have been more startled-and relieved-to find the fresh-faced young man standing there.
For a moment they both just stood there, looking at each other in confused silence.
"Can I...help you?" He looked vaguely familiar and she tried to place him, watching him shift uncomfortably as he searched for something to say.
He felt like an even bigger idiot now than he had on the lawn with Thomas. He'd found himself knocking on the door before he even had a chance to figure out what to say. Although, he now suspected that even if he had had a hundred years, he still wouldn't have devised something to say.
"I...I...I really have no idea what I'm doing here," he said foolishly with a shake of his head. "I'll...just be going now." His embarrassed grin and flushed cheeks made her smile and she found herself intrigued with the cute young thing on her doorstep.
