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.
