From: nogarder@ix.netcom.com(*** )
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Jenny, Next Door [1/2]
Date: 6 Mar 1996 20:35:24 GMT

			  Jenny, Next Door
			       Part One

	I had greatly enjoyed eyeballing Jenny, the lady who lived in
the house behind us, every time I saw her. I found her very
attractive, in kind of a simple, wholesome way. She was probably about
30 to 35 years old, 5 foot six, more or less, very slender, medium
length, curly black hair, narrow, but well defined, hips, very small
waist, and superb little tits. I'd often wondered if she looked as
marvelous with her clothes off as I suspected.

	One Tuesday afternoon, while the wife was off to her girl
scout meeting, I was out in the back yard planning yet another
gardening project when I happened to look up at the second story of
Jenny's house, and what I saw was quite a surprise. Jenny was standing
in one of the windows, her back toward the outside, and she was (as
far as I could tell, since I could only see her from the waist up),
wearing nothing at all. I found myself staring at that window,
wondering if she might turn around. I thought about moving into a
position with a better view, but was afraid I'd miss something.
Besides, with so many trees in both our yards, I might not be able to
find a better location.

	So there I stood, watching, waiting, wondering why she was
just standing there. Her arms appeared to be crossed in front of her,
and she wasn't moving, didn't appear to be talking to anyone, she just
stood there, her pale skin bright against the darkness inside the
room.

	Finally she began to turn, ever so slowly, toward the window.
I could feel my heart pounding in anticipation. Was I really going to
see those small, fine breasts that I had imagined?

	As she reached the point where I began to see more than just
the back of her I realized that here arms were indeed folded in front,
covering her chest, so I couldn't see her tits. I looked up at her
face, and saw that she was looking right at me, with an indecipherable
look. We were obviously close enough together that I knew she could
see that I was looking at her. I didn't know what to do for sure. I
knew the "right" thing would be to turn away and depart the area. But
for some reason, I just couldn't. I had to wait and see what, if
anything, she was going to do next.

	Still, I was concerned that her husband or my wife might show
up, see me watching her, and do something I'd regret. Then I
remembered that it was still early in the afternoon because I had left
work early so that the wife could go to her meeting. Nevertheless, her
husband could get home early too, and my wife's meeting could have
been cancelled. But I just couldn't pass up this possibility to see
more of her naked body.

	After what seemed like forever with us just looking at each
other, she smiled, turned, and walked away. I stood there for a long
time, hoping she'd return for the rest of the "show,"

	but finally decided to give it up as another foolish hope for
a cheap thrill.

	I thought about that "afternoon delight" a lot in the ensuing
days, and looked for her whenever I was out in the yard, or driving by
her house. I saw her a few times as I drove by the front of her house,
and we both smiled at each other as we passed, but we never spoke, and
I was too timid to take any sort of action to make direct contact with
her about the window episode.

	Then, on another Tuesday afternoon, when I was finishing my
exercise routine and getting ready to take a shower, I saw Jenny in
her back yard, looking toward the sliding glass doors that lead to the
deck outside our bedroom window. "I wonder if she would like a return
of the favor?" I thought. "What the heck, let's give it a try!" So I
took off my sweats, leaving only my jock strap on, and proceeded to
the right side of the sliders. I pulled back the sheer curtain liners,
so that she could see in more clearly. I peeked around the edge of the
door to see if she was still alone and watching. She was. Then I
slowly walked into the center of the doors, with my back to the
outside, just as Jenny had done. I stood there like that for a few
seconds, then I slowly turned toward the doors. When I finally reached
the point where I could see where Jenny had been standing, I couldn't
see her.

	"Shit!" I thought. Then I turned all the way around, and saw
her.

	She had moved closer to the fence that separates our yards,
and was looking right at me, smiling. I smiled back, and started to
wave, but she suddenly turned and walked toward her house. "Dammit!" I
thought, "What the fuck is going on here?" Then I saw Tim, her
husband, coming out into the yard. Just as I had feared, he too had
come home early. I jumped back and closed the curtain sheers, thinking
he was going to see me. He was not looking for anything like that,
fortunately. He just proceeded out to their storage shed at the back
of their yard. "Whew!" I could finally breathe again.

	As I took my shower, I couldn't help but wonder what would
have happened if Tim had not shown up. Worse yet, what if he had shown
up without Jenny realizing it and he'd seen what was happening? "I
better forget this whole nonsense, before I get in big trouble," I
thought.

	Try as I might, I couldn't get the idea out of my head that I
had to find out just how far Jenny might want this "lookey-loo" stuff
to go.

	I had just gotten myself into pretty good shape for a guy in
his forties, and would enjoy showing off to her again, and I thought
maybe she needed to have someone other than Tim appreciate her
loveliness as well. It was even possible that she was attracted to me
enough to want to go beyond a visual relationship.

	The very next Tuesday, I saw Jenny at her window again , her
bare backside to the window, the thin tan line once again hinting at
joys not yet beheld. I waited for quite awhile.

	Then, finally, she began to slowly turn toward the window,
arms crossed, just as before. When our eyes met, she very very slowly
began to move her arms outward, toward her sides. She kept her
forearms at just the right position such that I could not yet see her
tits. When she got to the point where only her hands covered her tits,
she stopped. I looked up at her face and nodded approval, as if to say
"go ahead." To my chagrin, she didn't move her hands, but rather, she
shook her head "no." Confused, I put my arms out to the side, tried to
look sad, and mouthed an exaggerated "PLEEEEASE." Again, she shook her
head, but then, in one motion, she removed her hands from her breasts,
and turned quickly away, so fast that I only got a glimpse of her
nipples (at least I think I did, but I had forgotten to put my glasses
on, so I wasn't positive).

	Disappointed, I stood there a short while to see if she'd
return. When she didn't, I went back inside. I was really excited, so
I rushed my exercises, and when I got in the shower I made certain
that my cock got REALLY clean!

	At this point, I was fairly certain that Jenny wanted to go
farther with the showing off, but I was unsure about what she might
ultimately have in mind, and I had no idea what she might want me to
do next, if anything. I pondered the question frequently for the next
several days. Each day I would go into the yard and check the window
for signs of Jenny. If she wasn't there I'd do my exercises and check
the yard before showering. One day I saw her there, but she was
dressed and cleaning the window. I waved, but she did not respond. I
was really getting confused. What did she want? What should I do? I
had no answers.

	Then came the next Tuesday, and again, after I had finished my
exercises, I saw Jenny in her yard, watching our sliding doors. At
this juncture I felt like I needed to get things moving ahead, or
ended. So I decided to escalate the "show off" war. This time, I took
everything off, opened the sheers, and walked into the doorway.

	As before, I kept my back to the outside. I put my arms up to
the back of neck, flexing my muscles as best I could. Slowly I began
to turn while lowering my hands down the front of me, timing it so
that I would have my cock covered by the time I had almost fully
turned. I kept my eyes ahead of my body, and I saw that Jenny was
still watching, and as I completed my turn, she looked up at my eyes,
and gave me the same nod or approval as I had given her. Like her, I
shook my head no.

	Then she gave me the "PLEEEEASE" gesture, just like I had
given her. I decided to give her some of the same thing she had given
me, and quickly moved my hands back up to behind my neck, turned,
walked away, and closed the curtains. I peeked out to watch her
reaction, and saw her stay there for about two or three minutes, then
shrug her shoulders and return to the house without another look.

	Had I been too brief I wondered, or was she unimpressed with
what she had seen? Maybe the railing on the deck had obscured the
view.

	The following several days it rained steadily, so I figured
there would be no window shows, and stayed in. The next week was nice,
although overcast. Nonetheless, since I figured it was still "my turn"
to view, I proceeded to the back yard to check what was fast becoming
my favorite window. No one there. "Damn," I thought. "I guess I should
have checked last week when it rained. Maybe she thinks I lost
interest. Maybe she decided she was doing something too naughty.

	Just as I was about to leave, I saw her move into the window,
her bare back facing out exactly as before. Slowly she turned, moved
her arms out to where her hands covered her tits, and slowly moved her
breasts up and down with her hands. I vigorously nodded my approval,
and she smiled back. Then she slowly moved her hands forward from her
until only her fingertips were touching her breasts.

	I still couldn't see her nipples though.

	Then she finally moved her hands up the front of her chest in
a caressing fashion. There they were, the prettiest little tits I have
ever seen. Just the right shape, and perfectly white. Dark areoles,
just slightly larger than the nipples, which were big enough for me to
see clearly. I was captivated by the sight. She stood there for quite
awhile, while I stared like a schoolboy with his first "Playboy"
magazine.

	Then I looked up and smiled and said "Thank You." She couldn't
hear me of course, but I think she understood. She smiled, caressed
her tits and her nipples a little more, turned, and left. I stayed for
a few minutes, just in case. But I that was it for that day. I got
even cleaner in the shower that time.

	By now it was clear that Tuesdays were probably the only days
that anything might happen, so I decided to take the whole next week
to figure my next move. I had already let her see all of me, so there
was nothing to add, except to make it take longer, and maybe tease a
little.

	When the day finally came, I saw her in the yard waiting, and
took up my position. But this time I had a long T-shirt on, that came
down below my otherwise uncovered butt. I turned around a full circle,
and when I was again facing away from her, I slowly lifted the shirt
up over my head, and held it in front of me as I turned back to her.

	Then very slowly, I lowered the tee shirt down the front of me
until my hands were in front of my cock, held that pose for a few
seconds, and then let the shirt fall. I looked at Jenny, and she gave
me a nod and an "OK" sign. I returned the sign, with both hands. This
left me fully exposed to her. She watched me carefully, and I could
see that she was smiling, (I hadn't forgotten my glasses this time).
After a few seconds, I turned, walked out of view, and closed the
curtains. I laughed at how much fun I was having, acting like an
adolescent again. At the same time, the adult part of me was concerned
that I might be heading into something I couldn't handle.

	It was getting harder and harder to wait for a week to pass,
and I was very eager to get into my viewing position for Jenny's turn
to display her wares. I waited by the fence for what seemed like a
very long time, but finally she came into view. This time, she was
dressed in a lacy white robe that you could just barely see through in
the sunlight.

	She was almost facing the window this time, but turned to the
side and bent over. She seemed to be moving something in from the edge
of the window. When she stood up, she reached up to the collar of the
robe and ever so slowly pulled it open and gently slid it off of her
shoulders.

	As the frilly edges of the robe contacted her nipples, they
hung there for a second, then jumped off and out of the way. There
were those wonderful breasts again for me to enjoy. I wished I could
caress and kiss them, but for now, I was glad just to be able to see
them once more.

	When Jenny dropped the robe away, I discovered that she had
indeed moved something in alongside her. She stepped back and to her
right a little, and stepped up on whatever it was. Now I could see her
tummy, all the way down to the top of her pussy hair. I made a lifting
motion with my hands, trying to get her to raise up higher.

	Then she did something that really got my attention. She
raised her left leg up and outward and put her foot on the window
sill. At that moment, I knew that I was just a few inches short of
being able to see her pussy. But there was no place higher and closer
for me to go.

	Then she began gently caressing her breasts, smiling down at
me all the while. I was enchanted again, locked into position, my eyes
glued to her hands, watching their every move, wishing they were my
hands. She began moving her left hand down her tummy, then out along
her leg. Back and forth along her thigh she moved the tips of her
fingers, each time getting a little closer to her pussy.

	Then she moved her other hand down, and put both hands between
her legs and moved them up and down while leaning her head back. I was
really getting hot when she looked back down at me, raised both hands,
blew me a kiss, waved, stepped down and disappeared.

	I was so excited that I actually thought seriously about going
over to her house and seeing what I could get going, but decided
against it.

	While I wasn't sure of her ultimate intent, I figured that it
was much safer to assume that playing the voyeur/exhibitionist game
was all she really wanted to do.

	From: nogarder@ix.netcom.com(*** ) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Jenny, Next Door [2/2] Date: 6 Mar 1996 20:36:18 GMT

			  Jenny, Next Door
			       Part Two

	The next Tuesday, I couldn't wait to get home and get the wife
off to her meeting. However, since it was my turn to show off again, I
once again had to figure out what to do this week. I had already shown
it all twice, albeit briefly. I decided to check the scene out before
I did my exercises. I looked out back and there was no one there yet.

	Fortunately, it was a nice day, not too cool, so I decided to
open the sliding doors and actually go out on the deck if and when
Jenny got into her viewing position. Fortunately, I only had to wait a
few minutes. When she arrived, she had a folding chair, and some sort
of case. It looked a little like a camera case, but it was to big for
the simple cameras, and too small for a 35 mm SLR type camera. "Oh
well, what the hell" I figured. So I took everything off and put my
bathrobe on.

	Then I walked out onto the deck, facing Jenny. She didn't seem
surprised by my coming all the way out of the house, she just smiled
and waved. I waved back and said "Nice day." "So far," she replied.

	As I reached for the tie-string on my robe, Jenny reached into
her case, and removed a small set of binoculars! I was surprised and
uncertain, but decided to press on regardless. She put the glasses up
to her eyes, and I untied the robe string, began to pull the robe
apart, and turned my back to her. "Hey!" she said, almost too loudly.

	I looked back over my shoulder at her, and slid the robe off
my back and let it fall to the deck. She just watched, not a word, no
movement.

	"Well, here goes," I thought, and I slowly turned toward her.
She then sat forward in her chair, and let out a whistle as I came
into full view.

	I hadn't realized it until then, but my cock was fully erect
at that point. "Thank goodness for all these trees," I thought. "If
any of the other neighbors should see this, I'd end up in Jail!"

	To my amazement, Jenny made a jacking-off motion with her
hand.

	Did she want me to do that? I looked around to satisfy my fear
of being seen by other than her. "Well, I don't think anyone else can
see," I thought. "Let's try a little." I took my cock in my right hand
and began sliding my hand back and forth. Since the rail on the deck
was about the right height, I moved close to it, but my hand on the
rail to steady it, and moved my hips back and forth so that the tip of
my cock came in and out of my hand. Jenny was watching through her
binoculars. I steadily increased the pace until it became too
difficult to maintain position.

	Then I put my hands up to my face, blew her a double kiss,
said "See you next week," and rushed inside. I think she said
something as I left, but I couldn't tell for sure, so I just proceeded
to the shower.

	Well, I really had to think all this over. How much farther
could it go?

	Playing with myself on the deck was fun once, but not
something I needed to do again. I wondered if maybe Jenny felt the
same way. I knew that we were going to have to talk about this, or
stop where we were I really wanted to get closer to her, to see if we
could connect and have some intimate fun. But I had no idea how to
make that happen, and I didn't want to upset her if she had already
gone as far as she wanted to.

	So I continued to ponder the situation, until the next
Tuesday.

	It was my turn to view, so I proceeded to the back yard as
soon as the wife left for her meeting. I went to the viewing position,
but no Jenny in the window. "Hi there," I heard someone say, and
turned to see Jenny beside the fence. "Well, hello there," I said,
trying not to choke on my surprise. "I didn't see you there." "Or up
there either," she replied. Trying to be cool, I walked over to the
fence and said "I've wanted to talk to you about how very much I've
enjoyed these Tuesday afternoons, but I'm not sure what to say." "I
know," she said.

	"It was fun, but we can't leave it at that, can we?" she
asked. "I hope not" was all I could say. We just kind of talked about
things for awhile, sort of testing the situation, I guess. I was
feeling more like there was a definite chance for some additional
contact, but was too timid to ask.

	Finally, I managed to say "I sure would like to see you up
close like this more often, I really like looking at you and talking
to you." "Well," she said, "what are we going to do about it?" I knew
this was the do or die moment. If I flubbed that lead-in, it would
probably be over before it really got started. "This is very nice,
right like this, but I would prefer a little more privacy and a lot
more time," I offered.

	"Where?" she replied, somewhat forcefully. "Well, I have a
cabin in the mountains, about an hour and forty-five minutes from here,
could you find an excuse to be gone for a Saturday or Sunday. I
frequently go there to fish, and sometimes the wife stays here."

	"That might be difficult, let me think about it" she answered.
"In the mean- time, since today was your turn to see me, I owe you a
peek." With that, she opened the front of her blouse and revealed
those lovely tits again.

	This close, her breasts were even prettier than from a
distance. Firm, white, reddish areoles, large nipples, smooth, not a
blemish anywhere.

	I thought about jumping the fence! "Wow, I sure like those!" I
blurted. "I hope we can get together soon, somehow." She re- buttoned
her blouse, moved a little closer, looked me in the eye and said
"Count on it!" Then she said "I still expect a show from you next
week!" "Count on it!" I replied.

	Later that week, the wife told me that in two weeks she was
going to a girl scout camp-out over a weekend. She would be leaving
Friday afternoon, and returning on Sunday evening. "Well, isn't this
interesting?" I thought.

	Rather than wait until the next Tuesday, I decided to take a
chance that I might run into Jenny in the yard some other day.

	So each afternoon I went out back to "putter" in the yard. On
Friday, Jenny was out doing some gardening alongside the fence, so I
worked my way over to where she was and said "Hi neighbor." "Hello
there, good looking," she said, seductively. "Have you had a chance to
think over what we talked about?" I asked. "No, but I have thought
about what you might do next Tuesday." "Oh, what might that be?" I
needed an idea, because I was having no luck figuring out how to do
more or better than the last episode. "I'll bet you can't 'go all the
way' from the deck, She said in a kind of challenging and teasing way.
"What?"

	I asked, trying to act like I didn't know what she meant. "I
mean I want to see you cum while you're on your deck." "Whoa!!!!" I
was surprised that she was so direct. "I don't know if I can do that."

	"Well, I hope you'll try, I'd be very pleased if you did."
"Let me think about it. We better go now, before this looks like more
than a casual encounter." "OK," she said, "I'll 'SEE' you later." I
completely forgot to mention the weekend that my wife would be away.

	When Tuesday arrived, I was very apprehensive. To jack off to
climax out on my deck seemed very chancy.

	Still, I really felt that any further relationship with Jenny
might depend on my demonstrating that I was willing to be adventurous.

	So I proceeded to get undressed and put on the bathrobe. I
looked out back and Jenny was not there yet. So I sat on the edge of
the bed and started playing with myself, slowly sliding my hand up and
down my cock, trying to get excited enough that I could reach climax
quickly when I went out on the deck.

	Fortunately there was nothing below the deck other than a
flower bed, so I wouldn't have to worry about a big cleanup job.

	I was really enjoying myself when I saw Jenny going out to her
viewing position, chair and binoculars in hand. "Well, here goes
nothing." I thought. I got up, closed the robe, opened the sliders,
and walked out onto the deck. I waved to Jenny, she waved back and put
her binoculars to her eyes. I opened the robe, took my cock in hand,
and began jacking off slowly. Jenny was watching quietly.

	After a few minutes I was getting too warm for the robe, so I
slid it back off my shoulders and let it fall. Jenny let out a little
whistle. I moved closer to the rail, and put my hand on it. I began
plunging my cock in and out of my hand while I watched Jenny for
motivation. She was holding the binoculars with one hand and fondling
her tit with the other. That helped.

	As I felt myself getting close to cumming I tried to thrust a
littler faster in and out of my hand, but couldn't.

	So I just stood still and let my fingers do the working. Jenny
took her hand off her tit and put it between her legs. That was all it
took. Up came that wonderful muscle spasm from deep within. Out shot
my wad. I guess I had been pretty fired up, the first shot went clear
out onto the lawn.

	Jenny was standing now, trying to get a closer look. "All I
need is for someone to show up now!" I thought. It seemed like the
spasms would never stop, shot after shot kept coming. "Thank you," I
heard Jenny say.

	As my cock began to wither, she put her glasses away, blew me
a kiss, folded her chair, waved, and walked back to the house. I
picked up my robe and went in to take my shower.

	The following Saturday, Jenny and I talked again over the
fence. This time I mentioned the weekend I was going to have free. She
told me that just the night before her husband had told her he was
going fishing with his buddies that weekend. "We'll never have a
better chance than this!" I told her. "You're right, but I'm a little
unsure about taking this next step." "Me too," I said, "But I really
want to be able to show you just how much I want you!" She said that
she needed to think about it a little more, and would probably have an
answer for me next Tuesday. I left it at that, there was no need to
get pushy. Besides, I'd already had more fun with her than I ever
expected.

	Finally Tuesday came. I went to the backyard as soon as the
wife left.

	Jenny came out of the house with a robe on and carrying a
small bag and a folding chair. Since it was my turn to watch her I was
a little confused. She came over to where I was standing and set the
stuff down. "Don't go away!" she said. She returned to the house and
came back a second later with one of those big beach umbrellas. "Going
to the beach?" I asked. "Just be patient, and you'll be glad!" she
remarked. I asked if she'd decided about the weekend, and she repeated
"Be patient!"

	So I just stood there as she set up the umbrella.

	She positioned the umbrella so that it was on the other side
of her from me, making kind of a frame behind the chair. Then she sat
down in the chair and said "Be quiet now, and just watch."

	She opened the front of the robe and revealed that she had
nothing else on. I looked at her wonderful titties for a moment then
observed the rest. She had a very tight tummy, with a hint of muscles
showing, and tight white thighs. Her pussy hair was black and very
curly. She was a very pretty lady. She began caressing herself,
running her fingertips all over the front of her, up and down between
her shoulders and her knees, occasionally passing through that curly
hair.

	I wanted to comment, but she had said be quiet, so I was. She
reached into the bag by her side, and pulled out a hairbrush. She ran
it through the hair at the side of her head a few times and then
started brushing her pussy hair. Very slowly she brushed the hair in
an upward direction, each stroke made the lips move up and down and
kind of open up a little. She kept spreading her legs farther and
farther apart as she brushed.

	Then she took the brush by the bristles, and began running the
handle up and down the top of her left thigh.

	With each pass, she moved farther downward onto her inner
thigh, and the top of the stroke came closer and closer to her pussy.

	Finally, she ran the tip of the handle between the lips and up
her tummy, across her left breast, up her neck, and across her lips.

	Then she looked at me coyly and licked around the end of the
handle. I started to speak, but she put a finger to her lips as if to
say SHHHH!

	Then she sucked on the end of the hairbrush, licked on it
again, and began the return trip. Down her neck, across her tit,
around the nipple, down the tummy, into the curly hair it went. Slower
now, she pushed the tip between the lips. Up and down she went. I
looked up at her face, and her eyes were closed. I looked back down to
see her gently push the handle into her. When the bristles reached the
lips she stopped, and pulled it slowly back out, then in again, up to
the bristles, then slowly out again.

	Then she put the brush back in the bag, and extracted a
bright, shiny new whisk.

	"Are we having omelets?" I asked. "SHHHHH, or I'll leave!" she
admonished. She took the whisk by the handle, and ran the wire loops
along the top of her leg, across her tummy and down the top of her
other leg. Back up her leg again, and the up her side and onto her
breast until the nipple was between two of the loops. She pushed the
whisk so that the nipple was caught between the wires and lifted the
whisk away from her until the nipple snapped free. She did the same on
her other tit, but this time she had really caught the nipple tightly
between the loops, and when it finally popped free, the whisk made a
ringing sound like several tuning forks.

	Then she put the loop end between her tits, and slowly, slowly
slid it down her tummy, into her pussy hair. She ran it up and down
the lips of her cunt several times, each time pressing a littler
harder into her, making the lips separate, revealing a little more
pink.

	After a few more strokes, she put the end of the handle
closest to the loops into the fingers of her right hand, and the other
end into her left. With her left hand, she rotated the whisk left and
right, with the widest part of the loops across the lips of her pussy.

	As she pressed the gyrating loops harder against her she
rotated even faster, so that I could hear the wire loops hitting each
other. She was really getting into it, judging from the sweat on her
tummy and her heavy breathing. I was fairly certain that the loops
were hitting against her clit, and I must have been right, because she
suddenly let out a loud "OHHHHHHH, YESSSSSSS," and quivered heavily
several times, then stopped the rotation and gave a big
"oooooooooooo."

	When she opened her eyes and looked at me, she seemed a little
surprised, like maybe she had gotten so into her activities that she
had forgotten for a moment that I was there. "Thank you for sharing
that with me!" I said. "You are very welcome, Sir," she teased.

	"What about the weekend?" I asked.

	"I think I'll be able to go with you."

	"Grrrrrrrrrreat!" I shouted.

	"SHHHHHH," she reminded.

	We decided to meet by the fence on Thursday or Friday
afternoon to finalize plans. Then we both went in to our houses.

	Will these two ever get to touch each other?

	Will they suck?

	Will they fuck?

	Will they play with kitchen utensils?

	Will they... ?

	Stay tuned for the next episode.