It was Zack's eighteenth birthday. It was a significant age to reach. He knew that. But he didn't really expect much out of it. Both of his parents were lawyers and they worked long hours. So, his birthday falling on a workday did not provide much opportunity for celebration. However, they promised him an appropriate function on the weekend, and he was okay with that. They were good parents, and their demanding work provided him with a good life. So, for all intents and purposes, it was just another day.
Eighteen was also a sexual milestone. But he didn't expect much out of that, either. He was shy and not popular with girls. Sexually, his hand was his lover.
He sat at his desk in his new bedroom in the family's new home in a new subdivision. They'd outgrown their previous dwelling, and now that his parents were doing well financially, they had been ready for a larger home. Zack had encouraged them to purchase the house next door because it had a swimming pool. But they did not want the additional expense nor the future upkeep.
Zack stared out of the window that his desk faced. In the few weeks they'd lived here, he often just looked off into space while sitting here. That vigil revealed that someone had purchased and moved into the huge house next door. Actually, as the subdivision was still under construction, it seemed people were moving in every day. He knew some people had further down the street. His window further enabled him to see the next-door neighbor's back yard, which included the swimming pool, and today, the glare of sunlight on the water reflected back at him and forced him to squint.
When he opened his eyes again, he had to shake his head because he couldn't believe what he was now seeing. A woman had appeared in the yard in the most revealing swimsuit. And if that was not enough, from this distance, she was the most gorgeous creature he had ever seen: long dark hair, beautiful face, perfect tits--not huge but big enough for her frame and enough for a nicely rounded cleavage--a smooth abdomen, an ass as round and shapely as her boobs, and well-toned legs that any guy would love to get between.
Zack was mesmerized by the sight and couldn't take his eyes off her. He'd heard his parents say that new neighbors had moved in next door, but this was the first time he'd seen them, or at least, her. Continuing to watch, he saw an older man join the woman by the pool. Zack assumed it was her father--until the man kissed her on the lips in a manner that did not suggest a parental kiss, regardless of age. Could she be his
wife?
Why would such a beautiful woman marry an old fart like that?
As taken as Zack was by the woman, he was also dismayed to think they were husband and wife. But he still couldn't take his eyes off her. She stretched out on a lounger as the man rubbed suntan lotion all over her in a way that confirmed he wasn't her father. Zack imagined it was his hands touching her tits, ass, and legs. Fortunately, the man then returned inside allowing Zack to continue to indulge in his fantasy.
Zack knew his voyeurism was not proper, not to mention he was just watching her lie there. It wasn't as though she was doing anything--like touching herself. Yet every time he thought he would move away; he couldn't help but to just continue staring.
He considered fishing his dick out and stroking it, but then she finally got up, much to his disappointment. He was taken aback when she looked up toward his window, took a step, and waved. He nearly fell out of his chair.
* * *
From that moment on, every time Zack entered his bedroom, he went directly to his window to see if she was out there. At night, he headed for the window but did not turn on his lights in case she might enjoy an evening swim. From his vantage point, several of the next-door neighbors' windows were visible, but he could not see in any because of closed blinds and curtains.
She did finally appear at the about same time the next day. She wore a swimsuit that was even skimpier than the day before: strings with tiny triangles covering her nipples, pubic area, and butt. She was all but naked and Zack could not be happier. He'd only ever seen a naked woman in pictures, never in person before. And this was the next best thing.
The old man came out again and rubbed lotion on her as he had the day before. He touched her in places Zack could only dream of touching, then returned inside.
Once again, Zack thought about jerking off, but as with yesterday, he waited too long. She got up and headed inside. She looked up again, waved, and before disappearing under the roof of their patio, she undid her top--what there was of it--and took it off. He could only imagine what that would have looked like. But of course, by then, she was out of sight.
Zack had to wonder if she had done that to tease him, but he shrugged it off.
* * *
The next morning, Zack was rolling the garbage can to the curb for pickup, as was his duty, when he saw the elderly man next door struggling to do the same. Instinctively, Zack rushed to his aid. The trash container was stuffed full and very heavy, which explained the man's difficulties.
"Oh, thank you so much, my boy." Once Zack had the container in position, the old man extended his hand. "I'm Ralph Carter. I guess you noticed we just moved in."
Zack took the man's hand and shook it. "Zack. Happy to help."
"Would you be willing to help with another container?"
"Sure." Zack followed him into his garage.
"The bags are still inside. Come on in."
Following him, Zack's heart beat a little faster at the thought of encountering the beautiful woman in person. The thought produced a stirring in his loin. Seeing her in skimpy swimsuits had been a thrill, but he became instantly nervous when he saw her in their kitchen wearing only a bra and panties. And if that wasn't enough, those under things were sheer, her nipples clearly visible, her panties not revealing a pubic patch of hair but the top of her slit, so she must have a shaved pussy.
"Ralphie," she whined, "you should have told me someone was coming in."
Zack detected an accent though he wasn't sure what kind. He was also sporting a full-fledged bulge in his pants.
The old man merely grinned. "He's helping me with the garbage. I wanted to reward him."
She huffed, but Zack decided it was more for effect than actual annoyance. She stormed off only to return a minute later with an equally as sheer robe that offered only slightly more coverage.
"This is my wife, Dominique," Ralph introduced.
She stepped forward with an extended hand and a grin, the latter because the teen's eyes were firmly fixed on her breasts. She actually had to reach for his hand.
Zack finally snapped out of it, shaking her soft hand. "I'm Zack."
"Nice to meet you, Zack. Do you have a pleasant view from your room?"
Zack didn't expect her to call him out and was instantly embarrassed. "Uh. I, uh, l--"
"No need to be embarrassed." She tapped his erection through his pants. "Is this for me?" She hadn't bothered to cinch her robe, so the tops of her tits and cleavage were on full display.
"Sorry."
"Don't be. I'm flattered. And thank you for helping."
"Anytime."
"There's more you can do, if you like."
"Sure."
"We'll call you."
He offered a big smile, and they exchanged numbers before carrying the trash bag out.
Ralph turned and grinned at his wife before following Zack out.
As soon as Zack was back up in his room, he whipped his cock out and jerked it until he shot his wad all over the carpet.
* * *
After cleaning up, Zack was drawn to his window to watch. However, Dominique never appeared. He wasn't sure he really expected her to. He finally gave up, went down to the kitchen, and made his lunch. A while later, under partly sunny conditions and not unbearable temperatures, he decided to do his chore and cut the grass.
As he mowed the front lawn, Ralph flagged him down.
"What would you charge to cut my lawn?"
Zack shrugged.
"It would mostly be the front," Ralph went on. "As you know, we have a pool in the back, so there's very little grass to cut. Would you be interested?"
"I guess."
"Twenty-five dollars?"
"Okay."
Ralph reached for his wallet and pulled out a twenty and a five. "I have some errands to run, so I'll be gone all afternoon. Check with my wife before you cut the back in case she wants to lay out by the pool."
"Will do. Thank you."
Their front lawns were only separated by a driveway, so Zack was able to cut both at once. Then he nervously pressed the doorbell on the neighbors' front door.
It took a minute or so for Dominique to answer, and Zack was again stunned to see her in another skimpy, revealing bikini.
