It was a rare sunny day here in England and my husband was at work, my kids were at school, and I was scheduled to work from home for the day. Without the need to fight my way into Central London for work, I managed to send off all my necessary work emails by 9:30 in the morning, and by 10:00 I found myself standing in the kitchen with a strong need for a little drink. I carefully cracked open my refrigerator where I knew there sat a nearly untouched, nice bottle of champagne we took home from my mother's birthday party we attended over the weekend. I poured myself a tiny glass of beautifully cold champagne to celebrate all of my hard work I did a few minutes earlier and then I turned off my phone for the day.
Like I said before, it was truly a beautiful day. It was all blue sky as far as the eyes could see and the temperature was due to peak at a balmy 24C, so after a second tiny glass of champagne, I quickly changed into my bikini, put on a pair of sunglasses and a large hat, and then dragged out one of the sun lounger chairs that had been sitting in storage since last summer.
We are lucky enough to have a fair size garden, so at first, I dragged the sun lounger out in the middle of the garden in the direct sun light, but after three minutes of lying there I could feel the sun's burning rays start to age me by the second. So, I did the sensible thing and pulled my sun lounger towards the back fence where I could lay in the shade cast from the tree in my neighbour's back garden. Then I poured myself a somewhat larger glass of champagne to celebrate my sensible decision to avoid getting a sun burn.
Sometime after my third glass of champagne, I must have fallen asleep. When I woke up it was with a start, for I could hear water running. For a long groggy second afterwards, I thought I was at the beach, for I could hear the sound of water bubbling up. "That's not the beach," I murmured to myself before I instinctively reached over and poured myself yet another glass of now much warmer champagne, but I drank it anyways. "That sounds like a pool."
Then it hit me where the sound was coming from. It was a hot tub, and it was coming from the other side of the fence, in my neighbour's back garden.
A few weeks back one of my children accidently kicked one of their mate's footballs over the fence and as usual they had to go the long way around to ask our back neighbours, John and Merrell, if they could get their ball back. Luckily the husband John--an older man in his early 60's with a great moustache that I sometimes see in a nice suit on the train into London--was home. He is always great with the children and straight away took them to the back garden to find their ball, and even played a little kick around with them. While there, John also told them about his plans to have a hot tub installed.
Later that night my eldest relayed the story to my husband and I over dinner when he was trying to avoid talking about school, and I didn't think twice about it until now.
I laid there and drank a little more, warm champagne and listened to the soft murmurings of John and Merrell's hot tub, when I heard the neighbour's back door open, followed by the sounds of several hard and crude women swearing.
"...And I told her...," said one of the women as they continued a story from inside the neighbour's house, "...no fucking way I'm going down on you until you wash that dirty thing."
"I bet she did anyways," said another woman in a snarky tone.
"Of course she did," said a third woman who sounded much younger. "We all know she's a dirty ho."
"Well? Did you go down on her?" asked an older woman with a gravelly voice.
"No!" said the first woman proudly. "She went down on me instead."
The three other women groaned as all of them continued to walk straight for the hot tub that must of have been set just on the other side of the fence from where I remained unseen.
"What?" cried the first woman. "A lady has her needs."
"You definitely are not a lady," said the snarky second woman.
"More like the town bike," laughed the third.
"Are you going to let them talk to me like this?" the first woman joked.
"More like the town dyke," the older woman cried out before all four of them started laughing.
"Oi!" yelled out the first woman.
"Yeah, yeah," laughed the older woman, before she got down to business, "hey, check the water filter."
Suddenly I heard the steps of someone as they quickly crossed a wooden deck on the other side of the fence and stopped less than a metre from my head. Then they started playing around with something until the first woman finally shouted back, "Looks good boss."
"And the temperature is perfect," said the younger woman.
"Excellent. I say it's high time we take this new hot tub for a test drive," said the boss before I suddenly heard the clank of a tool belt as it fell onto a wooden deck.
From where I laid on my sun lounger, tucked up very near to the back fence, I could hear the other three women quickly start to undress as they kicked off their work boots and other items of clothing. I tried to breathe as quietly as I could as I sat there frozen on my sun lounger in my bikini and hat less than a metre away as the group of lesbian builders began to get into the hot tub.
"Oh god that feel's good," moaned the older boss woman as she slid into the hot tub, which caused the water to splash about.
The other three women quickly jumped in the hot tub with various coos and giggles.
"Come sit on mamma's lap," said the older boss woman to one of the others.
Both of my nipples suddenly went hard, and I could feel myself start to get wet.
"Off course," cooed the youngest of the women as she began to slosh around in the hot tub.
Suddenly I was dying to see what was happening on the other side of the fence. The fence was taller than I was, so I would need to stand on something, like the sun lounger, to get a peek over, but I was afraid that it would make too much noise. I would need to find a different way. I quickly and carefully slid off the sun lounger as I crawled up to the fence. There were a few, tiny cracks between the fence slats that I could just about see through. I pressed my eyes hard up against the fence to see through, and sure enough I could see a woman's nipple but little else. I carefully moved over to the next slat and suddenly I could see a young black woman sitting and kissing on an older woman's lap.
Suddenly I was very wet, so I slid my hand downwards between my thighs to give myself the tiniest little rub between my legs.
"Whoa!" the four women all suddenly began to shout in unison, and for a second, I thought they had seen me, but instead all four of the women all stopped and turned towards the house.
"There she is," the loud first woman shouted out, "the lady of the house!"
"Merrell?" I whispered as I pressed my face up hard against the fence to get a better view but all I managed to do was to get a splinter in my cheek. I pulled back in pain and stifled myself from crying out, but when I did, I saw a knot in the wooden slat that made up the fence.
I quickly remembered back to my childhood on my grandfather's farm in Yorkshire where my sister and I had learned we could spy on the adults through his fence if we pressed hard and knocked out the loose knots.
"You ladies must be thirsty after all of your hard work," said Merrell in a surprisingly sultry voice.
"Oh yes please!" laughed the loud woman.
I reached down with my thumb and pressed hard on the knot in the wooden slat. Sure enough, the knot popped clean out the other side of the fence and rattled seemingly unnoticed, by any of the five women on the other side, across the wooden deck.
I tried to bend all the way down to look through the hole, but it was too low, so instead I had to squat all the way down until my arse nearly touch the lawn. As a reward, I suddenly had an excellent view of the now four naked women standing in the hot tub and an amazing view of a rather sexy looking Merrell as she stood there carrying a silver platter with five large bright orange Aperol Sprits glinting in the sun. I had never seen her like this before.
I knew Merrell as the nice, motherly, neighbour woman who owned an arts and crafts shop. We always said hello to each other when I occasionally ran into her in the village or whenever the kids needed some arts supplies for school. But now here she was standing on the deck of her new hot tub in a sexy black silk robe that was tied at the waist which helped accentuate her voluptuous white breasts, while her long, curly, dark hair with pin stripes of grey in it was tied up on top of her head, which exposed her white neck.
I slowly reached down and quietly slipped my bikini bottoms over to the side where I could start to play with my slit.
"Wow!" said a thin woman with a short man's haircut with next to no tits, and several small doodle tattoos over her arms and chest. She must have been the first, loud woman who was complaining about having to go down on the woman with the smelly pussy.
"Very hot, Mrs M," said a woman with glasses, and whose own curly dark hair was tied up with a blue handkerchief.