CURIOUS NEIGHBORS
Hi, I'm Bess. My husband is Calvin or just Cal. We recently moved to a new home north of Orlando. We both are doing well in our careers and were delighted to be able to afford a home with a pool in a nice neighborhood. We have two kids in elementary school. Cal has an auto repair business that is doing well. He works long hours, but is making good money. I've been working from home as an accountant. I work for a contractor who does bookkeeping and accounting for the government. I've worked my way up to a supervisory position and have flexible hours. Like I said, we are both doing well.
The house we bought is on a cul-de-sac. It's a two-story house with a pool in the back yard that is surrounded by a privacy fence. The other houses in the neighborhood are similar. There is a two-story home to our left and a single-story ranch to the right. There are one-story houses behind us as well.
I'm twenty-nine and still in pretty good shape after having two babies. I workout three or four times a week. I'm committed to my morning routine of running a few miles and then doing some stretching and light weight exercises. I wait until after the kids have gone to school, then do my exercises before starting my job. That's were things got interesting.
We'd met the neighbors, of course. The couple in the two-story house on our left are Teresa and Richard. They have kids about the same age as ours and we became good friends with them. Teresa is a nurse who works at a doctor's office. Richard has his own business, selling office equipment to the government. He works from home, like I do.
I would do my morning runs and finish by doing some exercises in our backyard, by the pool. For the first few months after we moved in, it was too cold to use the pool, so I would work-out beside the pool and then go inside to take a shower and start my day. I always had a few bottles of cool water waiting for me beside the pool.
I noticed that our neighbor Richard's office was in the back corner of their home on the second floor, overlooking our pool. I occasionally saw movement in the window and waved once. He apparently was busy or couldn't see because of the reflective film on the windows. I noticed that he seemed to always be at the window when I would do my morning runs. I wear tights with a sweat shirt when its cold and gym shorts and a halter-top when its warmer. I didn't think about him checking me out when he looked out the window.
I happened to mention that I would see Richard in the window most mornings and my husband, Cal enlightened me when he said, "Honey, you look hot in those clothes you wear to run. I'm sure he gets a nice view of your ass in those tights when you do your stretching exercises. Your legs are fully exposed in those gym shorts you wear."
I was a little shocked. Naïve me hadn't thought about how I looked when doing my exercises. I would spread my legs and do toe touches and stretch. I realized that I usually turned away from the neighbor's house and was presenting a pretty explicit view of my ass to Richard. My tights hug every curve of my ass, leaving little to the imagination. Cal wasn't upset about the situation. He liked me to show off. The more provocative my clothing, the better. He had bought me some tiny bikinis that he expected me to wear around the pool.
When he gave me a little sky-blue number for my birthday, I asked Cal, "Should I wear this for Richard?"
He laughed and said, "Do it. Give him a thrill."
I wasn't surprised by his answer. Cal was always asking me to go without a bra when we went out with our friends and a few times I went without panties under my dress. Needless to say, both of us got turned-on by these adventures and we had some fantastic sex, imagining that people could see my pussy. Imagination wasn't involved as far as my tits were concerned. When I go without a bra, by beauties wiggle and jiggle and the nipples are invariably hard. I catch men staring at my boobs quite frequently. I enjoy their attention and Cal likes watching others checking me out.
We recently went to a neighborhood party and I wore just a sundress, with no underwear. It was strapless, held up by the elastic in the top. With one pull on my dress, the whole thing would've come off and I'd have been naked. Cal threatened to do it, teasing me. When we got home that night, we hustled the kids to bed and had a long, vigorous sexual experience. He ate my pussy and then fucked me twice. I loved it. I love him and am just delighted with my life with him and the kids. We like to keep things interesting in the bedroom, and are always looking for new ideas.
A few days later, I returned from my run. I was wearing tights and a t-shirt over a sports bra. When I entered the gate to our back yard, I was warm, so I pulled off my shirt and finished my exercises in my bra. I knew that the neighbor could see a good deal of cleavage and my nipples were poking through the thin bra. I didn't look his way and after a few minutes forgot about him being there. When I took my shower, I realized that I was aroused and I pleasured myself with my fingers. The thought that the neighbor had been watching me was titillating; I surprised myself at what I had done.
Well, the next day, I didn't do anything provocative, but the weather was getting warmer and I was wearing more revealing clothes. Removing my shirt became routine. Then, one day, I wore my gym short without panties. When I did my stretching, I could feel the cool morning air on my pussy when I spread my legs as part of my routine. I don't know if my peeping neighbor could see it, but glimpses of my pussy were visible in addition to my tits being featured through my sports bra.
Cal would usually go to work before I did my run, but he would occasionally run with me. As the weather got warmer, I added a swim to my routine and with Cal's urging, I would wear a bikini under by running clothes. However, that was uncomfortable. The skimpy suits were not meant for exercising; they were uncomfortable and my tits would pop out all the time. So, I switched back to my shorts and halter. Then, when I got back to our yard, I would do my exercises, go in the house and put on a swim suit before swimming a few laps.
It was Cal's idea. We returned from our run one morning and I was preparing to go inside and change, but Cal said, "Just change out here. Nobody will see you."
I glanced toward Richard's window and Cal said, "So what if he sees you. He's got a nice-looking wife of his own to keep him busy." It was true about Teresa being a hot little number herself. I envied her nice figure, although her tits weren't as big as mine.
I did it. I stripped naked by the pool and put my suit on. I did my laps and Cal texted me afterward, telling me how much he loved me and my 'daring nature'. He liked the idea that our neighbor might see me naked. I realized that I liked it too. I diddled myself in the shower again and was horny all day.
So now, my routine involved running, returning to our backyard, doing my exercises and then stripping to don my swim suit. I occasionally glanced at the upstairs window and saw evidence that Richard was usually there. I couldn't tell if he was watching me. He seemed to be pretty dedicated to his job.
After a few weeks, it seemed to be silly to fool with the swim suit. The only one who could see me was Richard and stripping to put the suit on exposed me anyway, so I began to just swim in the nude. The cool water felt so good on my skin and I became addicted to the wonderful sensations of swimming in the buff. I became a bit annoyed when the kids were around because I had to cover myself with a modest one-piece suit. But when I was alone in the morning, I stripped bare and swam. Life was wonderful.
Cal pushed things further when he ran with me again. He suggested that I strip before doing my exercises, not after. Thus, I would be doing those stretches and calisthenics in the nude, with the neighbor watching. I did it, with Cal there. I pulled off my shorts and my top and proceeded to do my routine. Without clothes, my pussy was spread wide open during a few of the exercises. The stretch where I bent at the waist and touched the ground between my legs, reaching farther and farther back to increase my flexibility, was the most revealing. My pussy was wide open and it was aimed at the window where Richard was silently watching. Cal had to leave, so I had to diddle myself in the shower again. I came so hard thinking about how shamelessly I had behaved.
Thus began my routine. I'd run a few miles, then strip and do my exercises by the pool, finishing off with a nude swim.
Of course, we interacted with Richard and Teresa frequently. Teresa and I would walk our dogs together and we talked a few times a week when we were outdoors in out front yard. Richard was a nice guy. He worked a lot with various governments. He was former military so he had a aura of leadership. I could see how his soldiers would follow him. He took the lead, often suggested things to Cal and I such as joining them for dinner.
The interesting thing was that Richard never mentioned or even hinted at seeing me nude in the morning. He was either not paying attention or was being a gentleman, but also didn't want to mess up a good thing by being to forward.
On weekends, I often wore clothes that emphasized my figure and I often went without a bra. Teresa was attractive too and my husband's tongue was hanging out figuratively whenever we were around them. I caught many a glance of Teresa's breasts when she leaned over and I'm sure Cal saw the same thing. I would tease him about it after and noticed that he was always horny after spending time with Teresa and Richard.
In July, our neighbors went away on vacation for a week, and they asked me to look after their dog. As I mentioned, we have a dog too. I like animals and was more than willing to feed their dog and let it outside in the morning. I was to bring their mail in too.
Well, with a key and access to their house, I was curious to see the view from Richard's office. On the second day, I went up the stairs and looked around his office. He had a nice desk with a number of computer screens. I noticed a few other things. There was a pair of binoculars on the window sill. I looked through them and they were focused properly to see right where I exercised. Then, I noticed a camera on a tripod. Oh shit, I thought. Has he been taking photos of me? It was easy to turn the camera on and push the button to see the photos he had taken. I was shocked. There were dozens, more than I could count, photos of me naked and doing my exercises and walking around. The ones where I was doing that stretching exercise were most explicit. He had zoomed in to get a full screen shot of my naked pussy. Oh boy.
I was pissed, but then, the eroticism of the whole scenario replaced my anger. The idea that someone had explicit photos of me actually turned me on. I went through them again, looking at myself through the camera of my voyeur. I became more aroused with each explicit photo.
Right there in his office, I stripped. I took off every stitch of my clothing. I removed my shirt over my head and held my breasts in my hand. Then I kicked off my shoes and socks and pulled my shorts and panties down my legs. I stood by the window, looking down at where he usually watched me. My hands roamed over my body. My nipples were hard and I thought about him seeing them. I rubbed my hips and my ass cheeks. Then my hands went to my crotch, sliding between my labia. I pressed a finger into my slit and found my magic button. I started to rub myself and my fingers slid inside me. I sat in the chair beside his desk, looking out the window and fingered myself. My bare ass and naked cunt were on the chair where he sat. Thoughts flashed through my head. He was taking advantage of me and I was an unwilling subject; but I knew that wasn't true. I was a willing participant. I finger-fucked myself to a powerful orgasm, right there in Richard's chair, right where he watched me get naked every day. It was quite an orgasm. I came and came, not stopping until I had climaxed again. I took my cellphone and took a selfie of me nude in Richard's office, then took some pics of his setup.
That night, I was all over Cal. He coaxed the story from me and I told him the whole thing, how I was so turned on by Richard's setup including the nude photos of me. I showed him my photos including the selfie of me naked. I told Cal how I had stripped and fingered myself. We made passionate love that night.
