What would you do, if you had just moved into a new neighbourhood and discovered that your new neighbours were actually... nudists, with an edge?
The house stood on the largest lot in the neighbourhood. A large two-storey with enough trees around its grounds to qualify it as an urban forest. The areas of grass were lush and trimmed immaculately and flowers filled the curving beds that bordered the sections of lawn. A number of smaller buildings were dotted here and there amongst the trees... a utility shed, a tea house, a guest house and a greenhouse.
Adjacent to the house, there was a large patio with chaise lounges for suntanning and relaxing. Beyond that, a large firepit and seating area. The final amenity of note was a spacious deck that had a large, round redwood hot tub sunk into it. The tub was deep enough for an average person to stand and be in warm water right up to their neck, but fold down benches allowed one to relax comfortably and chat with friends while enjoying a nice soak. The best thing about this deck was that it was tucked away and hidden from view of any of the surrounding homes. In fact, all of the grounds were hidden from view and afforded the owners absolute privacy for whatever they chose to partake in. Well... hidden from every other surrounding window of their neighbours, except one. A space had been left in the wall of trees to give a private view from the upstairs bedroom window of the house on the west side of the property.
Trillium House, as the cast sign near the front door read, was owned by a couple named Horst and Joan. Mid forties, comfortably well-off and quite avant-garde.
This story, however, is centred around the younger couple who lived next door... in the house with a view. Their names are Joey and Brandy. As you'll see soon enough... they were a rather odd couple, though he was quite likeable, his wife left a lot to be desired.
The story begins on a warm afternoon that sees Horst and Joanie --as she let friends call her, relaxing in their backyard, fussing amongst the flowers. This was a typical summer afternoon activity and both wore only their sandals and large-brimmed hats woven from palm fronds... and nothing else. It was a Saturday, so neither of their gardeners were about the grounds --not that that would require them to wear any clothes. Both gardeners enjoyed the freedom too, when the circumstances allowed it. Trillium House was a pretty relaxed place all in all.
The neighbours who had originally owned the house next door were very close friends of Horst and Joanie. So close, in fact, they had their own private gate between properties so each could come and go as they pleased with no worry about clothes or robes or any such fuss. They barbecued, they soaked and they partied. Life was very good. But...
As life has a way of getting in the way, a job interfered and a transfer took their closest friends to the other side of the country. With their best friends gone, one might say that the natives were restless, and restless anything, usually leads to trouble. Enter now, the new owners of the house... Joey and Brandy.
They had moved in the previous month and except for a few friendly chats on the front drives, they had not really gotten to know the new couple at all. They had taken a nice bottle of wine over as a house warming gift and just to introduce themselves, but they never got past the front door.
Joey and Brandy were younger than Horst and Joanie by more than a decade; probably closer to two. Neither had particularly interesting careers so it was assumed that one of them must have come from, or into, enough money to allow them to live in this particular neighbourhood. Neither Horst nor Joanie cared one way or another; they weren't
money people
. That could not be said, however, for everyone else in the area.
Because they enjoyed their freedom in their backyard, Horst was in the habit of locking the side gate so as to avoid any uncomfortable situations when people arrived unexpectedly. For days like today, however, when Horst had been puttering in the side garden, the gate was left unlocked and there was a pleasant bell that rang whenever the gate was opened by someone.
Perhaps it was fate that caused them to miss the warning bell on that particular afternoon.
Joanie had spotted him first. Joey came around the corner of the giant clematis and stopped as he took in the grand scale of his neighbour's grounds. He looked towards the outbuildings and the greenhouse, then over towards the patio and the deck. He hadn't spotted either Horst or Joanie trimming things near the rose garden.
Neither made any attempt to feign modesty and move towards the hooks where their robes had been hung earlier. Perhaps they both unconsciously agreed that this would be a good test of their new neighbour's character.
"Hello there Neighbour!" Joanie called out.
Joey turned in the direction of the greeting. At first he thought his imagination was playing some sort of twisted game with his eyes, but then realized that he was actually looking at Joanie and she was as naked as the two peacocks that were strutting across the lawn near her. Her large breasts and dark-coloured areola were like beacons that his eyes, quite involuntarily, zeroed in on. She had a beautiful body and with curvy hips, a narrow waist and long, shapely legs... she was still able to draw the attention of men half her age.
Joey panicked. Not knowing where to look or how to extract himself from this most awkward of situations, he just started babbling.
"Oh, uh, uh... hi," he called back, putting his hand up to his eye and turning away from his naked neighbour.
"Ha ha ha ha ha!" Joanie laughed as she began striding towards the wilting flower that Joey was turning into.
"You look like you've just scene a ghost!" she teased.
"Uh... oh... uh... my God, I'm sorry... I had no idea," he sputtered and flustered as he blushed.
Joanie knew that he was lying. Well... maybe not lying, but certainly not being truthful. On more than one occasion over the past month, they had noticed both Joey and his wife standing at the bedroom window looking out into their property. Times when both her and Horst were quite naked.
As Joanie drew closer, one of the peacocks had taken to flight and flew in a rush of feathers and strong wing beats up to the top of the gazebo that covered part of the deck. Joey spun around, startled by the great bird.
"Ha ha ha ha!" Joanie laughed again. "I think he wants to check you out, Joey!"
Now Joanie was only about 30 feet away and Joey began turning and squirming as if he might corkscrew himself right into the ground where he stood!
"Uh... uh... what do you want me to do?" Joey's voice was filled with panic as Joanie walked right past him and towards her robe that was hanging in its spot near the lounge chairs.
He watched as she turned her back to him and slipped into the soft material and drew it closed. He couldn't help but notice the lovely curvature of her smooth butt. He'd never really been that attracted to older women, but Joanie? There was really something about her and that
