What would you do?
I'd moved into the neighborhood about a year ago and had one of the two houses at the end of the cul-de-sac. I'd met the guy next door about a month later and we hit it off. I'm single and he's married, but we both had similar interests... repairing our own cars, wood working, watching sports and we were both in the technical field. His expertise was computers and mine is machine control... two geeks.
He'd come over and we'd work on one thing or another... my tools were better than his and his entertainment system was better. After a few weeks he'd invited me over to watch a Saturday game and I met his wife. I'd seen her before and we'd waved but I hadn't known her name and never been introduced. They were a happy couple with no kids. We were all within a few years of each other in age... but where he and I fooled ourselves into thinking we were still physically fit... she was.
I mean she had put on a few pounds... judging by photos I saw in the house... but they were all in the right places. With no kids to support she didn't work... although I suspected that she'd rather have been working than house-sitting. I mean she kept herself busy... volunteering and maintaining the house... and yard... but contact with people was more or less limited to the people she volunteered with or for.
She was about five foot four and was still very beautiful. When we watched the games she would both sit with us... and occupy her hands with something... or she'd find something else in the house to do. She followed his sports so that she could talk about them easily enough... and knew the stats better than he did. Occasionally she'd actually get wrapped up in a game or a race and be rooting for her favorite.
I'm a strange guy... I don't believe in encroachment. I mean I'd never try to get serious with a friend's wife or girlfriend... or make a pass at them. There are enough ladies in the world that I can always find one if I need to. I'm not handsome... or alluring at all... but I don't have trouble... except perhaps in finding the 'right one'. There I seem to have failed miserably. Even so... I'm reasonably happy... and have my share of my most favorite sport... sex. Sex has always been number one with me... and I mean if they ever find a way to judge you by what goes through and passes into your mind... I'll be arrested and confined away from civilization. My libido is too high... my sex drive too geared up... my thoughts too wild.
Case in point? If I were given a chance... and didn't purposely restrain myself... set limits I won't cross... I'd have propositioned my neighbor in a heartbeat. She was truly one of a kind. I'd have deliberately spent all of my time spying on her... trying to catch an image of her... a nude or partially nude image. But I hadn't... well... almost hadn't.
There were a couple of instances... but except for maybe one... they weren't planned. He'd invited me over one Saturday morning... and apparently she'd been busy elsewhere and lost track of the time or something. Anyway when I knocked on the door he hollered for me to come in and make myself home while he had to run into the garage for a minute. As I came into the living room... I heard him going out the inside door to the garage.
I started walking toward the sofa... passing the main hallway to the bedrooms... when I heard a noise and turned. At the end of the hallway was the master bedroom and the door was opened. I heard her singing softly to herself... and then she walked to a closet on the opposite wall. She was totally nude... and I mean every thought I'd had of her beauty was satisfied... she was statuesque... truly perfectly proportioned with ample breasts that were self-supporting and the most beautiful ass I'd seen in a few years. She reached into the closet for a moment and then kneeled to do something... probably pick up a pair of shoes. Her cheeks spread as she kneeled and then she turned just enough sideways that I could see a breast in profile. When she stood again... the muscles in her trim thighs and long calves rippled in the morning sunlight.
She stood and walked at a very slight angle into the bathroom at the side... and suddenly I realized that I had been spying... and only her disappearance had brought me from the reverie. I noticed that my pants had grown tight and I adjusted myself and walked to the sofa. Needless to say... my mind that morning wasn't on the game. He came back a few moments later, turned on the game and seated himself in his favorite recliner. She came in minutes after and brought chips and dip, something to drink and wore a sleeveless flowered sundress. She took the space at the opposite end of the sofa... and her hair was just slightly damp. Half-way through the game her hem had slid up... she was sideways on the sofa and I caught a glimpse of her... she was nude under the bottom of that sundress. We'd said hello... and she never knew.
Our backyards are surrounded and separated by high wooden fences and gates. Our garages are on opposite sides of the houses and so my kitchen looks out over their backyard and is high enough that I can see all but a small part of their yard... the part between their garage and one of their bedrooms. That spot is slightly recessed between them and not visible. I'd taken a day off from work and intended doing some catch up at home. About ten that morning it had grown warm and I shoved the stuff aside and decided to clean up the kitchen... especially the dirty dishes. I always rinse dishes and stack them in the dishwasher... but I only hit the button about twice a week. I was just getting ready to hit that button when I heard a noise next door.
