She woke from a fitful sleep, at first not knowing what had caused the noise. Slipping silently out of bed, leaving the lights out, she walked to the balcony of the bedroom. Pulling apart the drapes, she stepped into the darkness, feeling the cool night air on her bare skin. Looking down into the neighbor's yard, she smiled. Now she knew what had awaked her. Her new neighbors were out in their hot tub, thinking that no one could see them, unaware that her bedroom over-looked the backyard. That was one of the reasons that Faith loved living in the country, no one to bother you if you wanted to be naked.
Standing in the moonlight, Faith felt the first stirrings of excitement as she watched Jim and Lisa soaking in the spa. She had been outside that morning, doing some of the weeding in her garden, wanting to do it early so that she would have the rest of the day free. As she lived at the end of the cul-de-sac, she had dressed in what was for her normal attire, very short blue jean shorts that showed off her firm behind, and a red silk scarf wrapped around her generous breasts and tied at the neck. She dressed that way because, for one she had a drop-dead gorgeous body that drove men wild with desire, as well as a few women. For another reason, each home sat on five or more acres of land, giving each homeowner a sense of freedom in the large city. She loved her house, and felt safe in the gated community.
As she worked in the garden, she watched the moving van pull up to the house right next to her own, and following that a brand new Jaguar convertible. Faith watched as the passenger door opened and out stepped one of the most striking women that she had ever seen. The woman had long fire red hair, as well as a figure that stunned Faith as she watched. As Faith looked at the vision standing there, the woman turned and looked her in the eyes, catching Faith staring at her, mouth agape. Smiling, the woman nodded as if they were old friends and lovers, the green of her eyes touching something deep inside of Faith. Standing up, and blushing at being caught watching the woman, Faith decided to make the best of it and introduce herself.
Walking over to the car, Faith got a chance to observe the woman more closely, seeing the way she dressed and drooling inside. The woman was wearing hip-hugging jeans that clung to her like a second skin and a white loose weave cotton blouse tied up under her breasts, showing off a taunt belly. It was obvious that she did not bother with underwear, making Faith smile, as she too hated the confinement of them. The sandals had to be hand made in Italy, Faith decided and everything about her screamed out wealth. It took one to know one, she decided as she neared the car. Holding out her hand, Faith introduced herself. The woman seemed to hold her hand longer then needed, as it to send a silent message to Faith.