"It would be one hundred degrees..."
Amy Bellings swept a sweat-moistened strand of her long, red hair back behind her ear.
"Still, at least it's Friday. And this place really needed help," she thought to herself.
The "place" was her back-yard garden. Although mostly for looks, Amy had taken to planting a few herbs and tomatoes on one side of her wooden deck. Amy knelt as she reached a pale hand toward the base of a tomato vine to rip away a ragweed. Amy was short, only 5'2", and would have looked almost comical to a passerby with her straw hat bobbing so low to the earth while she was on her knees.
Just as Amy had wrested the weed from it's home, the sound of a sliding glass door from the neighbor's yard her caught her attention.
Amy's eyes scanned her yard, trying to decipher from which neighbor the sound originated, a task made difficult by the large wooden fence that neatly blocked each adjoining lot from view. First she looked left.
"Mr. and Mrs. Tilldell.. I do not have time to talk about your cat today..." she thought ruefully.
But the sound hadn't come from the left. Amy's eyes darted to her right.
"Please, please, please, not Janice..." she whispered. Janice was a particularly obnoxious trophy wife, and, while she made a reasonable neighbor, she didn't approve of Amy's garden. Amy didn't approve of Janice's fake tan.
But the sound didn't come from the right. Amy smiled despite herself and stood up to look at the lot directly behind hers. Drew's lot.
Drew was Amy's favorite neighbor. She wasn't sure what he did for a living, but whatever it was must have been stressful. Many a night she would hear him come home, change, and jump straight into his pool with a resounding sigh. Having a pool was uncommon for the neighborhood, and sometimes the Tildells would scoff at home much time Drew had to spend caring for one, but Amy didn't mind.
Unfortunately, being as Drew's place was directly behind hers, Amy had the least amount of contact with him. She'd had a few conversations, but they were all brief, and through the fence. Amy had never even seen Drew completely, just what the gaps in fence boards would allow. She knew he was tall, at least six feet, and had a warm, happy voice.
Yes, Drew was her favorite neighbor.
With a timid smile, Amy stood up and slipped her hat off. This was a good Friday, and a chat with Drew might keep that ball rolling.
As Amy cleared her throat to speak, she heard a woman's voice coming from Drew's back door.
"...s fine. Just hurry! I'm so ready to ditch this farmer's tan!"
Amy paused. After a moment she returned to her knees, absentmindedly fiddling with a small potted parsley.
Of course he'd have company. Of course it's a woman.
Amy knew that she had no right to be upset, but she couldn't help feeling a little let down.
"Just had Angry Orchards in the fridge, hope that's okay." said Drew's voice from over the privacy fence.
"Sounds great, just get your butt out here!" came the reply.
Amy froze. She knew that voice.
With the stealth of a puma, Amy slunk towards the back fence, crouched low and eyes wide.
"Well I wasn't sure it'd be up to your stratospheric standards, Mrs. CFO." Drew said.
Amy flinched.
Confirmed.
Cindy was the other voice. Cindy was over at Drew's house.
Cindy Flemming was a coworker of Amy's who had recently been promoted. Amy had always liked Cindy, and she especially appreciated how she acted at work. Cindy was blonde-haired and blue-eyed, 5'6" tall with the kind of curves that can drive a professional career, but she had never used her sex that way. She was a model of hard work and propriety, and Amy was truly glad that she had been the one promoted. The two had eaten lunch together a few times, and Amy always appreciated how intelligent Cindy was without being dry... Amy admired Cindy.
But right now Amy wished Cindy was anywhere else in the world.
Inch by inch Amy got closer to the fence, being careful not to make a single sound. She could hear bottles being opened, and some rustling that could be towels.
Finally she arrived at the fence. Carefully she peered between the boards, but only see slivers of two figures on the other side. She checked the gaps in the other boards nearby, but to no avail.
Amy knew who was on the other side, but she had to see it for herself. She wanted to see Cindy, even if she would have to endure seeing her interact with her neighbor exactly how she was hoping to for a fleeting moment.
Just then, a small click sounded from beyond the fence, followed by Drew's exclamation.
"O woah."
"Everything okay?" Cindy said teasingly.
Sweat drops streamed from Amy's forehead. She was flirting with him.
"Yes! Fine! You can... Make yourself as comfortable as you'd like!" Drew said, with a strong note of joviality in his voice.
Amy frantically scanned the fence, and even waved her head back and fourth across the gaps in the fence to try to catch a glimpse of what was happening, but it was no use. She thought about jumping, but the fence was seven feet (Janice had persuaded the Homeowner's Association that seven feet was the only height "safe from burglars") and Amy knew she couldn't reach. Then she saw it.
A knot, just at her eye level.
Frantically, Amy pressed her fingers against the knot, trying to push it through to create a hole.
"Footsteps.... He's walking over to her!"
Amy grasped the edges of the knot and pulled instead of pushing. It slipped out toward her, and she hungrily leveled her eye through the hole in the fence.
What she saw made her heart stop.
Drew was walking toward Cindy. He was tall, had dark hair, and the tan and muscles of someone who loves outdoor activity. He wore only swimming trunks that barely contained his thick leg muscles, and a large hand gripped a brown bottle tightly, with another one extended towards
"Cindy..."
Cindy stood with her bikini top in her hand, her voluminous breasts exposed to the warm summer's air. Amy couldn't stop looking. This was her first true look at Drew, and his abs were beginning to shine with a fine mist of sweat. And Cindy... Amy had always known Cindy was attractive, but the figure that stood before her defied her expectations. Wearing only a bikini bottom, Cindy's curves swayed as she walked towards Drew to accept her drink. Amy's eyes couldn't help but linger on her chest.
"So tell me about this promotion!" Drew said, breaking a slightly awkward pause.
"You know, I could give you allll the details right now, or we could celebrate first and wax poetic about our illustrious careers afterward." Cindy remarked with a smirk.
"Yeah... Yeah that sounds like a good plan." Drew whispered absentmindedly, his eyes scanning Cindy with a look of amazement.
Amy's pulse quickened. It was worse (better?) than she had feared (hoped?). Drew and Cindy weren't just flirting, they were going to have sex.
A whole rainbow of emotions poured through Amy as she stood, eye locked on the sight beyond the knothole. Mere minutes ago she had hoped to exchange a few words with an attractive neighbor. Now she stood, watching that neighbor have a romantic encounter with someone who was both technically her boss and an incredibly attractive woman.
"And what if they do it... What if they have sex right there by the pool?"
Sweat poured from Amy's body. A wicked feeling began to grow just behind her eyes, and a filthy grin spread on her face.
"I hope they do... I hope they fuck like animals right in front of me!"
Her heart was pounding. The sweat that had once gracefully speckled her breastbone now ran in streams toward her cotton shirt. She wanted this. She wanted to watch.
"And they'll never know."
Unconsciously, Amy had pressed her legs together as if to keep herself from peeing. She un-clenched her legs. A delicate sort of warmth was growing just behind the fly of her jeans, and she wasn't going to stop it. She was going to embrace it.
By the pool, Drew had embraced Cindy. His arms were around her back, his tall neck craning to kiss her ferociously. Cindy had relinquished all semblance of composure as she ran her fingers tightly up Drew's muscular back. She let out soft moans as he held her, his strong hands sliding from her sides to her full breasts. As Cindy's breath quickened, Drew's hands shifted with her chest, up and down, up down....
Amy frantically worked the zipper of her pants down. The tight denim released her warm sex, but she had to drop her pants completely to her ankles. She had to expose her pink cotton panties entirely. Through the summer heat Amy could smell her own soaking sex. Her panties were drenched in a combination of sweat and arousal.
Drew's tongue pressed slowly into Cindy's mouth as his fingers gently worked her hardened nipples. She had hooked her thumbs into the sides of her bottoms, but he hadn't seen her exposed fully yet. Finally, Cindy broke the wet kiss.
Cindy took a short step back before dragging her thumbs down along her thick, supple thighs, carrying her bikini bottoms away from her soft mound as she went.
Amy goggled at Cindy's bare body through the fence, eyeing her shining pink lips. Amy could see the thick head of Drew's erection pressing through his shorts, and she let slip a tiny moan despite herself. Amy's hand slowly crept into her sodden panties. Her fingers were met with velvety, soaked lips. Gently she teased each side, one with her index finger, and one with her middle, slowly tracing the lips from the bottom, from her aching entrance to the top, alongside her electrified clitoris. She noted how wet and swollen she felt. It wasn't the summer heat.
"In the water?" Cindy suggested, her eyes darting toward the inviting pool.
Drew looked embarrassed.
"How about in the chair first?" he replied.
Cindy looked at him quizzically.
Drew returned an apologetic stare.
