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.
Although Faith had never felt attracted to women before, she could feel herself getting wet at the touch of the woman. "Hi," she said, "I'm Faith McDowell, your next door neighbor." Still holding Faith's hand, the woman returned the smile, and introduced herself. "Hi," she told her, "I am Lisa Adams, and this is my husband Tim." For the first time Faith saw the driver of the Jaguar. His very looks turned her into mush, and when they shook hands with him, Faith could feel the tremors of an orgasm hitting her like a bolt of lightening. Blushing furiously, she did her best to hide the effects these two were having on her. She made the two of them promise to come over for dinner, after the movers had gone, and with a smile, Lisa told her that they would be delighted.
Faith had no idea why she was feeling the way she was. After all, even though she was single again, it was not as if she was doing without sex, but something was different, as she had never felt the raw sexuality of another woman like this before. Faith walked into her bedroom, stripping out of her clothes on the way to the shower, needing one after the short encounter. As the water beat down on her, the possibilities filled her mind and she soon found herself caressing her body. The soft lather felt as good as anything she had ever felt before, she slowly ran her hands over the hard flesh of her nipples, palms moving in slow circles as she thought about Lisa. The feelings were new to her, not that other women had not expressed an interest in her. She had just never thought about it before today when she shook Lisa's hand.
Faith allowed her hands to caress her body, her long slender fingers moving from her hard nipples towards her throbbing clit. Between the warmth of the water, the soft lather of the soap and her fingers touching her body, Faith soon found herself cumming, the intensity of it catching her by surprise. Thankfully, there was a seat built into the shower, otherwise she knew that her legs would not have held her up. Slowly Faith recovered, but vowed to discover if she was correct about the two new neighbors. She so wanted to be right. Forcing herself to shut off the water, Faith stepped out of the shower and grabbed a thick towel to pat her flushed body dry. Finishing her bath, Faith walked naked into her bedroom. Thinking about the evening to come, she pulled out a pair of skintight black cotton pants, so tight you could see she wore no underwear under them. She picked out a low-scooped neck gold and black silk top, and pulled it over her head. The feel of the material brushing against her nipples as she moved around was a constant reminder of her arousal and needs.
