College didn't start for me until I was twenty-two. I took a few years after High School to decide what I wanted to major in and worked for a local contractor during that time.
Mom had left us when I was still small and I was raised by my Dad and had only seen Mom twice after their divorce.
When I was finally old enough to take care of myself, at probably fourteen, my Dad would sometimes leave me alone all night with a telephone number to call if I needed anything. I only called once and a Lady answered. I hung up without asking for Dad.
After High School I still lived at home but Dad spent more time away at night. I knew then why he missed coming home.
I suppose Dad was a horn-dog just like me but didn't want me to know.
Dad was always well-off financially because he'd started his own company years before and Mom didn't want any of it.
During my second year in college I realized that I wanted to become an Architect and even though I couldn't actually begin a major yet I began planning and came up with an idea.
Our garage was a large two-car unit and I thought it would be great to build an apartment above it with a separate staircase to enter it from the outside. I finally convinced Dad that it would be a good investment because we could each have our space and when I finally left the nest he could convert it to an office or rent it out. If he chose to sell the house it would add to the selling price. Finally during that second University year Dad agreed.
I found a Professor of mine to assist and counsel me and he helped in the building code and how to beef-up the garage to provide adequate support for the added load. Later when I had the design completed he helped me get a City permit to do the building then Dad and I went to work doing the construction on weekends and evenings while I worked on it alone when I had no classes.
Soon it was taking shape. It would have the staircase, a large living room that included all the essentials of apartment life.
It took us more than two years to complete the apartment and I did all the inside decoration and painting myself.
There was a small but complete kitchenette in one corner closed off by an accordion partition that could be drawn across at an angle to hide it if I had company. There was also a walled-in corner three-quarters bath with a shower, toilet and sink, cupboards and an entry door for privacy. Inside the bathroom there was a large fan for drawing moisture from the shower and sending it outside but it was also ventilation anytime the air was fouled. The bed was a Murphy style wall-unit that I could leave down or fold up.
I added an L-shaped external deck with rail that extended six feet out from the garage and ran its length and across the back. I'd done all the work on the deck by myself because with the apartment complete and the plumbing working Dad felt his part was finished.
I enjoyed the work and the result. The outside deck was my relief on hot days and useful for sunning. I loved my new space too because finally Dad and I could either one bring company home and have pleasant privacy.
During construction I noticed the swimming pool of our closest next door neighbor and a neighbor's pool behind me.
I hadn't realized the boon an outside deck would become until perhaps a month after I moved in.
Along our street the houses are built on slightly terraced lots and the next door neighbor's pool is below our property level by about two feet and gives me an almost complete view of the yard from above the thick, tall wooden fence around the pool.
One day I was tired and needed fresh air after studying.
I was about to Graduate and already accepted at Graduate school so I grabbed a towel and went outside. The back deck looked to the east so when I was outside at the back after lunch the sun was behind me and shining directly onto the yard behind. Both parts of my deck looked over a neighbor's yard and as I've said each of them has a swimming pool. Dad had long ago decided we didn't need a pool.
Our next door neighbor's pool seemed never used although I'd long ago had urgings toward the lady of the house. She was tall, statuesque and about thirty-five I'd guessed. I say she was tall although not nearly as tall as me. Throughout construction I hadn't seen the next door pool used although I did catch a glimpse of that beautiful neighbor staring at me through her windows as I worked outside. Sometimes I'd deliberately pause in her full view and take off my shirt, stretch and stare back at her.
That first day of actual deck use was about two in the afternoon. I was outside at the back and almost immediately noticed a woman sunning herself at that back pool. She never seemed to look away. The sun was in her eyes and she didn't know I was there. She was naked and beautiful although probably nearly twenty years older than me. She had the body of a woman still in her upper twenties I'd thought.
I developed an immediate erection that wouldn't take 'Ignore it' for an answer and returned to my apartment for a set of binoculars.
She was even hotter seeing her close through the binoculars and her breasts were perfect with long rigid nipples and she was completely shaven. When I realized she couldn't see me because of the sun in her eyes I used my advantage. She had a high fence around the pool but from where I was upstairs I could see everything without being seen. Anyone can guess what I did then and days later each afternoon. I would remove my shorts when the sun was right and didn't believe I could be seen from the side yard.
She would always come outside to the pool at the same time each day and there was a large slanted patio umbrella she could swing out of the way for sun or over for shade and resting. Each day after about thirty minutes of sun covering her front and back she would swing the umbrella over and spend another hour reading or napping. I seldom noticed her enter the pool and she was always naked.
What I didn't realize until much later was that she always wore polarized sunglasses that blocked the sun's glare and let her see me quite clearly.
I became a dedicated voyeur of that lady in back for probably more than two months and I'd always drop my shorts and stay nude until she went inside. However, one day weeks later as I walked toward that back part of the deck I heard a door slam and glanced down into the next door neighbor's yard. "Mrs. Tall and statuesque" had come out with a towel and wearing the tiniest of bikinis and almost her entire figure was exposed. She had wide hips, a full cute ass and larger perfect breasts. She spread the towel on the pool's deck then began adding sunblock cream she'd retrieved from nowhere it seemed. She used many minutes covering her long legs and ample bosom before she glanced up and waved at me. I waved back and said "Hi" then feeling embarrassment I hurried to the back of the deck. My nude neighbor at the back was already there facing me.
I stripped and raised the binoculars to study her. Suddenly she got up and strode to her house and entered.
I was disappointed because she'd never done that before. I wondered if she was going to come back out and if perhaps she'd just gone in to answer the phone. I stayed there watching with my cock beginning to ache. Two beautiful women were almost too much for me in times so close together like they were.
