The Bullocks
Robert Crane slowly panned his head around the table taking in each of his neighbors who had attended the first outing of their neighborhood dinner club. They had all bought homes in a unique new housing development with only twenty-five garden/patio homes. It was built in a square with seven homes each on three sides and four dwellings along the front side, two on either side of the entrance. In the middle was a small fitness center and pool. Seven households were members of this dinner club for a total of eleven people, four couples and three single women. The remaining eighteen households seemed to want to keep to themselves.
The eleven were like-minded people who had moved into the subdivision looking to meet people like themselves. Two couples, Brad and Roxanne Bullock and Don and Kara Brown, were in their early forties; one, Robert and Joan Crane, in their early fifties; and one, Darrel and Maude Burke, in their late fifties, early sixties—it was hard to tell. One of the single women, Peg Small, was early forty; and the other two, Gale Lang and Lorna Goodman, somewhere in their fifties.
They gathered informally from time to time on a temperate evening on someone's patio to drink wine and chat, and out of several of those evenings their dinner club was born.
Roxanne Bullock leaned into Robert, ostensibly to talk to Peg Small on his other side, but she managed to press herself against him rather well, causing his wife, Joan, who was sitting across from him, to raise her eyebrows. He returned a slight shrug with a facial expression that said he had no idea what Roxanne was doing . . . but the truth was, he knew. On Mrs. Bullock's other side, her husband, Brad, was not as oblivious as he appeared.
The Bullocks were the first people that the Cranes had met in the development. Their two houses were the first two that were built and the couples ran into each other every few days after work at the construction site to see the progress of their homes. They became friendly and exchanged phone numbers to keep each other appraised of how things were going. Eventually, after meeting on site, they would go to dinner together.
As Robert and Joan got to know their future neighbors better, though likeable, they found Brad and Roxanne to be somewhat eccentric. Brad was easygoing and made poor attempts at being funny, which sometimes could be mistaken for unfriendliness. Roxanne was loud, but as far as Robert was concerned, she was very attractive, so he could overlook the rest.
Once the two couples moved into their new homes, within two weeks of each other, Robert gradually learned that the Bullocks' eccentricity, though somewhat real, was really more to disguise another secret.
Robert Crane was a web designer who created and managed a number of websites for clients. He worked from home, and so, was in the neighborhood all the time. To break the monotony, he took frequent walks around the development to see what the others were doing in their homes. All of the houses were basically the same floor plan, but people were doing little things differently, which made each structure somewhat unique, at least to its owner. During one of his walks, Robert discovered that Roxanne, who worked for a computer hardware repair shop, came home for lunch every day. From then on, the timing of his midday walk became more calculated.
At first, Roxanne would sometimes just wave, but occasionally she would stop, roll her window down and chat for a minute or two. As time went on, these little visits got longer, but never more than five or ten minutes. Robert also noticed that her tops became lower and her skirts shorter. So, as he stood talking to her he was able to glance down at her nicely rounded breasts and her shapely thighs. At first, he was discreet as he looked, but there were times when she caught him, and not too surprisingly, she seemed more thrilled than angry. In fact, it appeared the more obvious he was the harder her nipples became and she rubbed her thighs together as though squeezing her pussy lips.
This was not a daily occurrence as there were days when he was actually working when she arrived home for lunch. However, one day, after their talk as she drove off and pulled into her garage, Robert remembered something he wanted to tell her so he walked down to catch her before she closed the garage door. But as he was about to enter, he thought he heard her moaning. At first, it sounded as though she might be crying, yet just as he was about to step in to see what was the matter, he detected a change in the sounds escaping her lips. To be sure, Roxanne was moaning, but it was the sort associated with pleasure. And when he saw that she was slumped in her seat, he could tell that she was masturbating. He was desperate to see for sure, but there was no place he could get closer without getting caught. But he did stay and listen until she achieved a pretty sizeable orgasm. She then staggered from her car into the house carrying her panties in her hand.
The thought that him being obvious about watching her as they talked had excited her enough not only to make herself come but to do it so urgently instead of waiting until she went inside was more than he could take. He had to go home and whack off himself.
After Robert shot a satisfying and surprisingly heavy load, he came to his senses and realized that only his own ego could make him believe that he was the cause of Roxanne's need to masturbate in her car. Still, he was a pretty horny guy so he allowed himself the fantasy.
However, that did not prevent him two days later when they saw each other again from sneaking near her garage and listening after she pulled in. Not surprisingly, it happened again. She masturbated and he went home and did the same. Needless to say, Robert was quite pleased with himself. But not as much as when it happened again the next day.
Of course, it was inevitable that Robert would get caught. His quest to actually see Roxanne pleasure herself became an exercise in carelessness.
"Robert, what are you doing?"
Robert had never done anything like this before. He had never been so obsessed with anything that he had gone to such lengths to accomplish something so devious. He was, therefore, quite embarrassed to be compromised in such a manner; so much so, he was speechless.
"Were you watching me?" Roxanne asked.
But Robert was so busy being embarrassed that he didn't notice that there was no anger in her voice, nor did she really seem appalled. He tried to cover up. "I thought I heard something."
"I'll bet you did," she smirked.
"I'm sorry," he stuttered. "I . . . I—"
"Was I really loud?"
"You drew my attention," he fibbed.
"Well, then maybe neither of us is at fault."
"I'm really sorry, Rox. You and Brad are good friends and—"
"And you might want to quit while you're ahead."
"Enough said."
But the next day, when Roxanne stopped, she said, "I have a confession. Would you mind getting in so I can explain?"
Robert was hesitant, but she scratched her thigh pulling her already short skirt up higher. He was a guy who liked women, liked to look at them, even enjoyed a little porn, much to his wife's chagrin, and even though he had never cheated on Joan, the lure of a beautiful woman inviting him into her car, even though in all likelihood innocent, was more than he could resist.
Once in, Roxanne drove the few yards to her garage and pulled in. She twisted in her seat to face him, knowing that the position was pushing her breasts up to more exposure and her skirt slid higher displaying more thigh. She expected him to look at both, and he did not disappoint.
"So, what is this confession?" Robert asked.
"First, I want to say that I think you're a terrific man, a complete gentleman. Brad and I like you very much. All of the people we've talked to who are building here that you've met say the same."
"We'll, you certainly know how to disarm a guy," Robert said with a blush. "But thanks nonetheless."
"My purpose in telling you that, aside from the obvious, is to further say that what I'm about to say I wouldn't just tell to anyone—even Joan, I should add."
"Uh-oh. Now I'm worried." He said it jokingly, but it wasn't far from the truth.
Roxanne took a deep breath. "This is probably as unnerving for me as for you."
"Now I'm
really
worried."
She smiled nervously. "The fact is I'm something of an exhibitionist. But before you get the wrong impression, let me clarify that I do not go around exposing myself to just anyone. It's really more of a game with Brad when we're out that I show off a little more leg and cleavage, but only for him."
"But certainly others see also," Robert pointed out.
