The story is entirely fictional. Any similarities to real people or events are purely coincidental. I put this in the 'Erotic Couplings' category, but it could be under 'Exhibitionist & Voyeur' as there is a lot of outdoor nudity. I'm planning several more stories in this series. Constructive comments are always welcomed. This is a slightly edited version of the original, mostly corrections of grammar, tense, and punctuation errors. Many thanks to
deadeye_76
for his editing help.
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I was the exception.
I lived in a quiet neighborhood at the end of a cul-de-sac where the only traffic was the mail man and the neighbors. My house sat on a one-acre lot, covered with old-growth trees from the forest that surrounded it. The trees and the shrubs I'd planted blocked the neighbor's view almost completely. Most of the surrounding houses were older and owned by the families that built them and had now retired in them. A house rarely came on the market here. I was lucky when I found my house, or should I say lot, because I tore the existing house down and built one that better fit my needs. It was two stories with a fabulous view of the natural surroundings. It was at the end of the cul-de-sac, so its backyard was bigger than most, and it backed up to a forested area that can't be built on. I liked my privacy. In an area of retired couples, I was the exception. I was thirty-five years old, single, and rich. My name - John McAddams.
I built my house from the ground up to be comfortable for me. It was not a mansion, but it had plenty of room, and it was a perfect place to share with Bo (short for Bogart), my dog. He's my best friend, traveling companion and jogging partner. Bo and I would jog and work out to keep fit. There are trails throughout the forest area to jog on. The house had a full gym that I used religiously. As a result, I was in excellent shape for a man of thirty-five.
A little over 18 months ago, on a jog home, I noticed that the house nearest to me had a "For Sale" sign in the front yard. It had belonged to an older couple, and the husband had recently died at 95. The kids had put the mother in an assisted living facility to sell the house. When I jogged by the next day, I saw a "Sold" sign in front. On this block, nothing stayed on the market long.
Three weeks later, trucks and excavators started showing up next door. I saw a nicely dressed guy standing around in a hard hat, who looked like he was the foreman. I asked him about the plan for the house and found out that it was going to be torn down and a new one built. He planned on it taking at least a year to complete.
My mood worsened as the days, weeks and months went by. The noise started at 7 am and was not a pleasant alarm clock. It rained for weeks, and the work slowed to a standstill. It made me feel bad about how much building my house must have inconvenienced and upset the neighbors. That took well over a year.
After 18 months, the new house was complete. They had done a great job and although it was more contemporary than I would have chosen, it fit into the neighborhood well. A pool and hot tub were added, and the whole backyard was surrounded by a 10-foot fence. Inside of that was a tall hedgerow. They had saved every possible tree and planted more. The lot shared the same forested area as mine.
Everything looked great, and I was anxious to meet my new neighbors.
A week later, moving vans arrived with an army of moving men, and an enormous amount of furniture, to fill the house. The young woman who directed the movers appeared to be the owner. I couldn't tell much about her from a distance. I planned to call on the family later to welcome them to the neighborhood.
Another week went by without much activity other than a car occasionally pulling into the garage. There were no lights on at night, so I assumed no one was staying there.
A few days later, as I returned from my usual run in the woods with Bo, I heard a woman's voice coming from the neighbors' backyard. There were some gaps in the fence, and the hedges had not grown in fully. I knew I shouldn't, but I peeked through the fence into the pool area. My eyes widened when I saw a vision of pure beauty. She was talking on the phone as she walked towards the pool (and me) completely naked. I couldn't see very well, but she was tall and lean, with perfectly shaped breasts that defied the laws of gravity. She looked to be in her early thirties, with long blond hair on her head and none anywhere else. She was mesmerizing, I couldn't look away. All too soon, she put down her phone and gracefully dove into the pool.
I pulled myself away from the fence and went inside, stunned. I was ashamed for continuing to look, yet I couldn't get her image out of my mind. She probably had a husband and maybe even kids, but still, that image lingered. Even if she were single, she was probably with someone, but still, that image remained. I told myself I was acting like a schoolboy, but that image...I knew I had to meet her.
That afternoon, I dressed in some nice but relaxed shorts and a Hawaiian shirt, but that looked too casual so I changed into white shorts and a blue shirt; but then I looked like a deckhand, so I changed into long white pants...what was wrong with me! I put the shorts and Hawaiian shirt back on, grabbed an expensive bottle of wine out of the cellar and walked over to her house. I felt nervous, and I don't usually get nervous. After the short walk to her front door, I rang the bell and almost immediately she opened the door.
I was stunned by the sight of her. I had seen her naked just this morning, but I couldn't believe how beautiful she was now, when dressed. She wore long white slacks, a translucent white short-sleeved shirt and white three-inch heels. I felt way under dressed. I just stood there staring for what seemed like minutes before I could stutter out, "Uh, Hi, I'm...John McAddams...from next door."
I was so nervous that I'd lost the power of speech.
"Hi John, I'm Laura Swanson. What is that you've got in your hand?" she asked.
I looked at my hand and said, "Oh. Wine. For you...as a housewarming present."
"Well thank you, John," she said, "would you like to come in?"
"Sure, that would be great," I said, as I regained my ability to speak.
Once inside, I gathered my senses and I found Laura warm and inviting with a soft, melodious voice. We entered a space that was mostly white and modern. It was an open-space concept and was extremely well done.
"Wow, what an amazing home. It's so open, light, and airy. I love all the art," I said.
"That's what I was going for. I wanted the feeling that there was nothing between the front door and the back pool area," she said excitedly. "You're my first guest. Would you like a tour of the house?" she asked. "You'll have to excuse the mess. I'm not through unpacking yet."
"That would be great. I'd love to see it."
"Here, let me put that wine in the kitchen," she said, and I finally gave her the bottle I was still holding. She looked at the label and said, "Um. That's a great vintage. I'm sure we'll have fun drinking it. If you like good wine, I've got a couple of bottles that you'll really enjoy." Smiling playfully, she said, "let's go on that tour now."
We started upstairs. As we climbed the stairs, she moved with such grace, that she appeared to float, gracefully, like a dancer. The upstairs looked pretty typical, with several smaller rooms with baths along a hallway. Boxes were stacked everywhere. The master suite was at the end of the hall. It was far from typical.
The room was huge. There was a stainless steel, pencil post bed on one wall, flanked by tables topped with crystal lamps. On the opposing wall, was a chrome, gas-log fireplace. The floors were maple hardwood.
"This is the master bedroom," she said, picking up a remote. "Watch that wall," she said, pointing to a wall of glass with sheer drapes.
When she pushed a remote button, the drapes slid open and the windows slid apart in sections and disappeared into the walls on both sides. When completely open, there was nothing between the bedroom and the woods beyond.
I was surprised. "That's incredible. I've never seen anything like that before."
