The Couple Next Door Pt 02

It was Monday and Jenny was making her way back to the house from her daily jog around the park. It wasn't much but as she worked from home, she thought it was important to have some sort of exercise routine.

As she walked down the road to the house, she was aware of Mrs Applebaum walking in the other direction, carrying two large grocery bags.

Jenny was sweaty and out of breath from her run, so she thought Mrs Applebaum looked impossibly glamorous, with her sunglasses perched in her long blonde hair and her pretty, little, skimpy yellow sundress.

Jenny wondered how she'd never really noticed before the recent events how large Mrs Applebaum's breasts were. She supposed she'd been more covered up in the winter and, of course, Jenny was much more aware of them now she'd seen them fully exposed in her back garden.

Whatever the reason, there was no missing them now. Large round globes of enticing flesh were clearly visible above the low neckline of her dress. Jenny had never had a lesbian impulse in her life but she suddenly had a strong urge to run over and squeeze them.

Mrs Applebaum stopped outside her front door, saw Jenny and waved to her. As she did, the bottom suddenly gave on one of her grocery bags and the contents spilled out all over the pavement.

Jenny immediately went over and offered to help. The normally cool Mrs Applebaum was clearly flustered by what had just happened and accepted the offer gratefully.

As the two women crouched to pick up her shopping, Jenny was suddenly aware of how close her head was to Mrs Applebaum's tits. She managed to avoid looking at them but it took a real act of will.

The bag was completely torn in half and useless, so the women had to take armfuls of shopping and just carry them inside. It was lucky the bag had only given way just outside the front door.

Jenny couldn't help noticing what Mrs Applebaum spent her money on, lots of juicy fruits and olives and sourdough, not much that you could actually make a meal with.

When they had everything inside, piled up on the kitchen table, Mrs Applebaum looked up at Jenny and smiled at her.

"Thanks so much for helping me, I'm such an idiot. I don't know what I'd have done if you hadn't been there."

As she spoke, Mrs Applebaum placed her hand on Jenny's. Jenny resisted the immediate urge to snatch her hand away. Something about Mrs Applebaum's touch made her feel hot and uncomfortable.

"Oh, it was nothing," she laughed awkwardly.

"Well, thanks anyway. You know, I don't think we've properly introduced ourselves. You must think we're awful. Maybe we are," she laughed, "We can be a bit self-involved I suppose. But, anyway, I'm Laura."

"I'm Jenny."

"Pleased to meet you Jenny, such a pretty name, I can tell we're going to be great friends."

Jenny seriously doubted that, what could a mousey thing like her possibly have in common with a glamorous creature like Laura Applebaum. Visions of Laura fucking in the garden suddenly flooded her mind again.

All she said though was, "Yes, me too."

"Wonderful. You'll stay to tea?"

Jenny tried to make her excuses, saying she needed to get back for a shower after her run, but Laura Applebaum brushed all that off, "Its just us girls," she said.

Jenny found her insistence completely irresistible so soon found herself sitting in Laura's kitchen watching her make tea.

Despite the Applebaum's house being one half of the same original home as the Jones's, it was strikingly different. Jenny couldn't help feeling it was also much nicer somehow, everything was very high end but more than that, everything just fitted. Graceful but unforced good taste in evidence everywhere.

More than the house though she was captivated by Laura. She rattled on as she made the tea but Jenny was only half listening. Laura's dress was very short as well as low cut. She clearly didn't know or didn't care about the old rule that it should only be one or the other.

Laura had her back to Jenny as she made the tea and leaned slightly over the counter, the hem of her skirt lifting up so that the underside of her pert bottom was visible.

When the tea was made, Laura sat down opposite Jenny and poured her tea from a bright red teapot.

The tea was delicious and refreshing and as Laura talked and talked, Jenny found some of her own self consciousness fading away and actually found herself enjoying Laura's company. Her world was very different to Jenny's, all skiing holidays and shopping trips to New York, but Jenny found it all fascinating.

More surprising, she found Laura a sympathetic listener as she volunteered titbits about her own mundane life. She actually seemed to care what Jenny was saying.

By the second cup of tea, this time gratefully accepted, Jenny was starting to feel right at home. So, when Laura asked her how she found her new home, Jenny felt suddenly bold.

"I wanted to ask you, Laura, did you know that we can see into your garden from our bedroom window."

"No, I didn't," Laura replied blandly, pouring a third cup of tea.

"Well, yes, we can. And I mean we can see everything."

"Oh," said Mrs Applebaum.

Then she said, "Oh," again, her eyes widening in realisation at what Jenny was telling her.

Then she giggled, "No, I didn't. I must tell Henry, he always said he thought you might. But you mean, you've, well, you've seen me and Henry at it?"

Whatever reaction, Jenny was expecting, it wasn't this. But Laura seemed so completely unembarrsed that Jenny felt her own awkwardness fading as well.

"Yes," she laughed. "Yes, more than once."

Laura giggled again, "How very naughty. I had no idea."

Then she paused and looked suddenly serious, "You don't mind do you? I really do love fucking in the sunshine and it would be such a shame if we had to stop."

Before she had even had time to reflect on what she was saying, Jenny was already reassuring her.

"No, of course not. We're all adults. I just thought you should know. Obviously, we don't stop and stare," she lied, "but sometimes it's hard to miss."

"Oh no," Laura batted her concern away. "I'm not a prude. I don't mind at all as long as you don't. Actually it's kind of a thrill in a naughty way."

Jenny didn't know what to say but was starting to feel the hot, uncomfortable feelings again.

Then Laura leaned in conspiratorially and said in a low voice, although there was no one else to hear, "Did you think we looked good?"

"I'm sorry, what?"

"Did you think we looked good, you know, hot, Henry and me ... fucking?"

Jenny's first instinct was to act offended and say they certainly hadn't been looking at them like that, but something told her to be honest.

"Yes," she said simply, "Yes, you looked really hot."

"Oh good, that's a relief. I don't mind people being able to see us but I can't bear the thought of us looking bad," she laughed, "Is that terribly vain?"

"Well, maybe a bit," Jenny admitted.

"Say," said Laura having a sudden thought, "do you think old Mr Cropper could see us too? The man who lived there before you two."

"I don't know. Probably."

Laura chuckled slyly, "He never said anything, the naughty man. He probably enjoyed it."

"Probably," said Jenny, thinking of the gruff old man who had sold them the house. "Almost certainly."

And then the conversation simply moved on and it wasn't mentioned again. Jenny refused a fourth cup of tea and Laura didn't push the point. She did though find she had accepted an invitation for her and David for drinks the following Saturday.

Alone in her house, Jenny leant against the front door and breathed deeply, not knowing how to feel. She was still in her running gear and after three cups of tea, the sweat had dried and it all felt quite unpleasant. There was a build up of pressure in the air, like before a storm.

First thing was to get changed. Feeling suddenly emboldened by her conversation with Laura and a sudden urgent need to feel clean, she stripped naked in her hallway and left her clothes in a puddle on the floor.

Even though she was alone, she felt bold and sexy walking naked through the house. Even though she really needed a shower, she made a point of walking around the whole downstairs (keeping well away from windows onto the street) first.

The sweat on her skin didn't bother her now she had no clothes to rub against them, in fact it felt raw and animalistic, the cool air felt good against her skin.

When she finally made it upstairs, she showered with the door open, letting the water play over her tits, making her feel even more horny than she was already.

The shower was generally her favourite place to masturbate. Even when she was alone in the house, which was often, it was only in the shower that she felt safe enough to indulge.

This time though, even though she definitely felt very worked up, she resisted the urge until she was back in her bedroom and all towelled and dry.

She dramatically hoiked the duvet cover off the bed and lay down on the cool sheets. The window was open and the hot, sticky air filled the room, as dark clouds started to gather above.

For a while Jenny just lay there, soft and naked and exposed on the bed, her legs spread in the sunshine, feeling sexy and wanton.

Then she very gently started to touch herself. She started by very lightly pinching her nipples (she knew her breasts weren't large but they were sensitive and she felt like David never paid them enough attention). Then she let her fingertips just dance over her belly, drifting lower and lower.

As she finally slipped her fingers inside herself, she wasn't thinking about David, or Mrs Applebaum's big tits, or Mr Applebaum's big cock. She wasn't thinking about anything.

For once, she was just in tune with her own body, concentrating on how deliciously wet she felt, how her clit responded to her touch and the soft, warm sensations that spread through her body.

Usually, when she masturbated, it was with an almost feverish intensity. She didn't touch herself when she felt good or sexy but only when she felt hot and horny and frustrated, usually connected to David in someway. And so when she touched herself, she just wanted to make herself come as quickly as possible, which often left her feeling only partially satisfied.

But this time she was taking delight in her body. She was still young. She was sexy in her own way, her body was slim and firm and fit. She had needs, desires and a pussy that needed attention from time to time.

She had forgotten how good she could make herself feel, her fingers sliding over and into herself, her whole body trembling. The air in the room started to feel hot and heavy as the warm, delicious sensations started to build and build.

She didn't want this feeling to stop. She could feel herself right on the edge but with a huge effort forced herself to slow down, to back away, to keep this feeling going as long as possible.

The air in the room felt electric now, she felt electric, her whole body tingling and on fire. The glorious feeling in her hot, soaking pussy spread out throughout her whole body, as she arched her back and pointed her toes in response to the current coursing through her.

Oh God, this was it. The storm broke.

The sky was rent with lightning and a thunderclap smashed above her head as she came.

She came as hard as she ever had, her body bucking as her cries were lost to the voices in the storm. She collapsed back in bedsheets that were as wet as the rain now lashing at the windows and streaming into the room.

For a while she just lay there, panting, looking up at the ceiling with unseeing eyes.

Slowly though, the room swam back into focus and she became aware of the storm and the rain pouring in.

She jumped out of bed and pulled the windows closed, looking down on the puddles on the windowsill and deciding to deal with them later, before climbing back on the bed and basking in the warm afterglow of her orgasm.

She had no idea, how long she'd been touching herself, but long enough for the weather to break. The thought was a satisfying one.

The clock told her it was half four, at least two hours until David was home.

She lay back on the sweat soaked sheets and closed her eyes. The room was hot and humid as the summer storm raged outside. She didn't even bother to pull the duvet over her, as a delicious sleep took her.

As she drifted off, her last thought was that with the weather like it was, she wouldn't be getting a show from the Applebaums today.

And nor would she for the next few days, as the weather remained wet and windy. Jenny found herself looking regretfully at the Applebaum's damp garden more than once.

Nor did she see her new friend again, maybe the weather was keeping her indoors soon, but Jenny had her invitation to see her on Saturday.

When David came home the day of the storm, Jenny didn't say anything to him about meeting Laura, or about her promise to see them. She wasn't sure why as she knew she would have to eventually but she just didn't fancy it somehow and decided to put it off.

She had also made sure there was no evidence of how she had spent the afternoon. She had showered again, changed the sheets and wiped down the puddles on the windowsill.

David hadn't mentioned the Applebaums either. It must have been clear to him too that the weather had solved the problem at least in the short term. Instead he just told some self important story about a possible promotion at work and the problems he was having with a new hire.

Jenny touched herself in bed everyday that week after her run, but although she enjoyed it every time, she never quite managed to feel quite as epic as she did that first time. And her thoughts kept sliding back to Laura.

Finally, on Thursday, she decided she had to mention it to David. He was starting to make noises about the golf club and she didn't want him double booked.

She tried to be casual about, "Oh, by the way, the Applebaums have asked us round on Saturday."

He looked at her, obviously shocked and a bit discomforted, "You said, 'no' of course?"

This was just like him.

"No, David, they're our neighbours, I couldn't say no. We're expected at six o'clock."

"And you didn't ask me?"

"No, David, I didn't think I needed to."

"Right, well, I expect we'd better go then."

He went back to checking his phone as he silently ate the dinner Jenny had made for him.

Eventually, he turned to her and said, "You didn't mention anything about, well, that whole business did you?"

Jenny was surprised to see a look of fear, almost panic in his eyes. Jenny couldn't help thinking how very small he looked.

"No, David, of course not."

This was a risk. Laura was quite likely to mention it in her unembarrassed way but she really couldn't face talking it over further with David.

"Right, yes of course."

No more was said about it. In fact, they barely spoke the rest of the evening. It was not unlike after a big fight but the atmosphere was more one of awkwardness than anger.

It took her a long while to get to sleep that night. She could feel him unsleeping next to her. Part of her wanted to say something but she didn't know what. As they hadn't fought exactly, it was hard to know how to make up. Part of her didn't want to.

It was with relief when he left for work the next day and she had the house to herself.

The rain had stopped in the night and the morning was bright and sunny. It was going to be a glorious day.

Jenny couldn't help thinking about the Applebaums' back garden. She realised she really badly missed watching them fuck. She felt wet just thinking about it.

She had no idea about Mr Applebaum's movements, or what he did or anything. She was pretty sure that Mrs Applebaum was home all day, or off to the shops or the spa or yoga anyway. But he seemed to be away. And all the fine weather in the world was no good if he wasn't there.

For now, though, she had to work. She had a weekly Teams call with her boss at 11 and then she needed to finish a practice note for him. She had made good progress during the rain but now she needed to get it done.

She had a good, productive morning. David left at 7 and she sat down to her keyboard not long after with toast and a cup of tea. There was no view of the Applebaum's garden from her study, so no distractions.

The note was finished by 10.45. She hadn't got dressed yet but pulled on a top over her pyjamas that looked professional for a Teams call even if it was nothing close in real life.

The call dragged on, and Jenny squirmed with frustration as her boss dragged it out longer than he needed to but eventually it was done. She had a good long list of things she needed to get done but nothing that couldn't wait until next week.

She closed the laptop lid and looked at the clock. It was just twelve and she had the rest of the day to herself. She loved working part time and at home, loved all the free time it gave her.

Less charitably, she also loved how much it annoyed David. She knew he would much prefer her to work longer and make more money but as she was paid more part time than he was full time, he couldn't really complain.

Jenny took the pseudo work top off and made her way to the kitchen in her pyjamas. Her general routine was to work in her pyjamas, have lunch and then go for a run. Only then would she wash and get properly ready for the day.

Making her way up to her room to get into her running things, she looked out of the window.

Mrs Applebaum was sunbathing in her garden. She was lying on her back on a rug. Apart from her sunglasses, she was completely naked.

Jenny couldn't help but look at her. She was absolutely gorgeous, there was no denying it. Jenny had to finally admit it to herself, she wanted her.

She wanted to touch her skin, run her fingers through her hair. She wanted to kiss her soft lips, kiss her everywhere. Laura had her legs open and the soft cleft between them was angled towards Jenny. The aching longing arising inside Jenny was undeniable.

Mrs Applebaum sat up to take a drink from a glass by her side. As she did, she looked up at the Jones's bedroom window, removed her sunglasses, saw Jenny, smiled, then settled back down on the rug.

Jenny waved back shyly, although she had delayed in responding and wasn't quite sure if Laura had seen her or not.

Even though Laura really didn't seem to mind, Jenny didn't really feel like she could keep staring at her, even though she really wanted to.

With a great effort, she stuck to the plan. She changed quickly into her running gear, trying to ignore the hot, longing feeling between her legs and the gorgeous sex goddess sprawled outside.

Then she ran and ran, but all she could think about was Laura's body and her uncontrollable longing for it, her desire to touch those breasts and take them in her mouth, to lose herself between those creamy thighs.

Her run passed by a blur. Even though her plan had been to get away so that Laura might have finished by the time she got back, the thought that this might actually happen started to torment her. She had to see her again.

Once back inside her house, she paused only to strip off her sweaty running things and ran up to her bedroom.

Laura was no longer sunbathing.

Instead, she was riding hard on her husband's big dick, her breasts bouncing up and down and her sunglasses pushed back up on her head.

Jenny stood by the window, completely naked, and watched Laura fucking. God, she was so hot. He was too. Jenny had almost forgotten how virile and manly Henry Applebaum was. She didn't know which one of them she wanted more.

And without even thinking about it, she started to touch herself. Laura only had to look up and she would be able to see everything but Jenny didn't care.

No, she did care. She wanted Laura to see her, wanted her to know how much she turned her on.