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New And Nude Neighbors


We’ve lived in our house in the Uptown District of New Orleans for five years. The house has been here for 150 years and the oaks that surround it are even older. It’s a narrow townhouse, built in an L shape around a backyard that is only big enough for a narrow pool. When we moved in there was an enormous tree in the back yard that shaded the house and provided some privacy from the neighboring house, which had been identically built by the same developer just after the civil war.

New Orleans seemed the perfect town for us. My husband is an author and I’ve always been in the clothing business. I opened a small boutique on a neighboring street. As a city New Orleans is more like a small village than a big center; I suppose because the white people who live there are really an island among the blacks, who keep their own society and occupy nearly every elected office.

We’re pretty liberal in our beliefs and have always been open to experimenting, but really hadn’t taken it very far when we moved to the city. We’d had a couple of encounters with girl friends of mine, but they’d been characterized by a little too much alcohol and a little bit too much concern on my part about whether my husband was a little too interested in my friends. I’d licked a few girls and been licked by a few, but I’d never had a really passionate encounter with a girl. When we moved to New Orleans, we realized that the community was so small that we’d have to be very discreet and I think that the two of us had put the thought of further adventures behind us.

Hurricane Katrina rearranged our lives and our house. The lovely large tree in our backyard came down on our neighbor’s house and it was nearly six months before we had the house restored. Our neighbors moved to a different city and the house went up for sale. Bill and Sally and their six month old daughter moved in next door. Bill was a lawyer and Sally was an advertising executive who was now a stay at home mom, at least until their daughter was a year old. The side of their house, with its eight floor-length windows , looked over our back yard, while our pool, at its back edge was surrounded by a high brick wall. To reward ourselves for putting up with Katrina we had installed a Jacuzzi in a small Japanese looking shelter in the place formerly occupied by the tree. Our former neighbors had always kept their curtains drawn on our side of their house, so we’d always felt free about swimming naked in the pool and taking the sun nude. We arranged a house warming party for Bill and Sally and most of the neighborhood came. It was a beautiful fall evening and we held the party in the back and on the ground floor of the house. As was usual, we had a lot to drink and I ended up at some point talking to Bill. I’d noticed him when I first met him, but I don’t think I’d ever looked at him until that point. He was a big man, the sort you figured was probably a quarter-back at school.

He said, “I really like the way you’ve done your house. We still have a lot of work to do.”

“We tried to arrange it so we use all of the rooms in the house and in the back yard.”

“I think the Jacuzzi is a great idea. I imagine it feels pretty good after a long day.”

I didn’t know whether this was a request for an invitation, but I said, “Anytime you want to use it, just give us a shout.”

“You mean that?”

“Of course.”

He looked up at his own house’s windows. “I guess I hadn’t given any thought to those windows. We really have to put up some curtains. We never go over to that side of the house. “

I said, “We see your lights on sometimes. Our former neighbors never opened the curtains, so it was like living with a blank wall.”

I saw my husband talking to Sally and in a moment I realized that he was far more relaxed with her than I was with Bill, and I also realized that as a consequence to his working at home they probably saw more of each other than I did of Bill. I felt a little flicker of jealousy. Bill was obviously a student of human nature.

I said, “What sort of law do you practice?”

“White collar criminal defense. Mostly appellate. And no, I don’t think they look guilty.”

I stared back at him, “What do you think I was thinking.”

He laughed, “Nothing bad I’m sure.”

The guests has all left now and we drifted over to Sally and Stephen. The catering service we had hired came in to announce that they had cleaned everything and were all packed to leave. I showed them to the door and came back to hear Bill say, “Debbie offered us the use of their Jacuzzi anytime we called.” He paused and said, “I didn’t realize how exposed our windows were.” He looked at me, “I hope we haven’t offended you walking around naked.”

Stephen had been looking at me strangely and I realized that I was a little buzzed. I said, “No, we don’t really use the back part of the house in the evening and in any event we’re probably the one’s who should worry. We never wear suits when we use the pool. ” The back hallway was all windows and led to Stephen’s work room.

Sally laughed, “Well that’s an even trade then.” She tugged Bill’s sleeve. “Come on big boy it’s time to relieve the baby sitter.”

They both thanked us profusely. Sally leaned in to kiss my cheek and I felt her soft skin and a whiff of a deep and sensual perfume. They left and we went upstairs and began our evening ritual for bed. I wanted to find out if Stephen had been spending any time with Sally, but I didn’t want to ask the question. We both slid under the covers. “Do you think they really walk around upstairs naked?”

“I imagine so, we do.”

“Come on, let’s see.”

Stephen looked at me. “You found him attractive, did you?”

“I thought she was pretty cute too, didn’t you?”

“She is cute.” He said with a grin.

“And he is too. Come on.”

We crept out of bed like a couple of teenagers. The back hall was dark and we stood in the doorway of his office, looking across at our neighbor’s windows. For a few minutes, nothing happened and I was beginning to feel a little sleepy, but then we saw movement.

“Look it’s Sally.” She had obviously done as I had and set up one of the bedrooms as her dressing room. She came in and slowly started taking off her clothes. I felt dirty and intrigued at the same time. She hung her clothes until she was dressed only in her red bra and panties. I thought it very odd that she hadn’t taken off her heels. She turned to walk out of the room and was reaching for the light switch when Bill walked in. He was completely naked. He did have a nice body, muscular in the right places, hair where it should be. His penis was half hard and looked a nice size. He put his hand behind the back of Sally’s head and kissed her on the mouth, pushing her back into the room. She kissed him and then pushed him back, towards the door. There was a moment’s discussion, her with her back to us, Bill with his front half hidden, when she reached behind and unsnapped her bra, turning towards the window as she lowered it from her breasts. They were bigger than they had looked in clothes and I wondered if she was still nursing. We saw Bill’s hands cup them, letting them fall though his hands. He moved his hands down her hips and shucked the panties off. We saw that she had completely shaved herself.

Neither Stephen nor I had said a word, but now he said, “Wow, I thought we might catch a glimpse, but this is the whole show. Do you think they think we’re watching?”

I put my hand behind me and felt his cock hard in my fingers and then I felt him slip his fingers between my butt cheeks and down to my cleft. I was very wet. Sally had now bent forward at the waist, her hands on a low seat in her dressing room, while Bill was working his way down her back with his tongue. I saw him go onto his knees and knew that his face was buried in her pussy. Her tits were hanging down, enormous in the backlit light, and she looked up towards the window. We saw her cum a few minutes later and then she spun around and grabbed Bill, seating him on the chair. Her hair hung down and I was afraid we wouldn’t see anything, but she considerately swept it over to one side, so we could see Bill’s hardness before she closed her mouth around it.

Stephen’s fingers were deep inside me and I leaned forward, holding onto the door frame while he stroked me. I felt two and then three fingers turning inside me and then his fingers were curving down touching the best spot. I could feel an orgasm building, but I held it off, watching Sally working Bill’s cock forty feet away. At some signal she sat back on her heels, leaning on her hands, her big tits stretched up. Bill stood, his hand caressing his long cock and then he came all over her tits, thick ropes of cum visible even at that distance. I let myself go and felt a huge shudder start at my toes and work itself up to center on my pussy.

The light in their house clicked off a few seconds later.

I turned to Stephen, “That was a surprise. Do you think they knew we were watching?”

He said, “How could they?” but then he turned and looked at the far wall. The curtains were slightly opened. “We might have shown up against the light.”

“God now I’m embarrassed.”

“Why it didn’t stop them. I think they were putting on a show. Let’s go have a Jacuzzi.”

We slipped downstairs and out the back door, towels wrapped around our bodies. We lay the towels down as we folded and lifted back the top. I turned the music on low, set the LED lights on a low intensity blue and climbed into the tub, aware that I was flashing my pussy at the neighbor’s dark windows. Stephen joined me and we relaxed in the hot water. After a minute I said, “Hop up here, big boy,” patting the rim just where the view from the dining room window was best. He obliged and I moved to the side, to give the windows a good look at his cock. It was a nice cock, no a great cock. It wasn’t particularly long, but it had girth and a fascinating upward curve that meant that being fucked on my back with my legs in the air was a special treat.

I licked him and lifted his cock before running my tongue up its underside and circling the head. It sometimes stretched my lips uncomfortably, but tonight the alcohol and the orgasm had relaxed me and it slid into my mouth without a problem. He was a slow cumer and I lingered but then I raised up and lay back. “Fuck me. Maybe they’re not watching. But maybe they are.”

I scooted around so that any watcher could see him penetrate me. I’m pretty tiny, only five feet tall and skinny too. My boobs are little better than b, though my nipples are long. He leaned down to suck each one until they stood up and then he slowly eased into me. If anyone was watching I knew they’d see my pussy stretched open, my clit perched on top of his dick, hard and swollen. I kept on thinking of them watching and I felt the wet pour out of me. Both of us probably had the same thought and we both came more quickly than usual. We were giggling as we got out of the Jacuzzi, organized things and went back inside. We both slept like logs. Next morning at breakfast I said, “I can’t believe we did that. Do you ever see her walking around naked in the day-time?”

“I caught a glimpse once, but Rosa is around most of the day and I’ve been working pretty solid hours on ‘Pathfinder’. I’d forgotten that his newest novel was in editing.

Nothing exciting happened for the next couple of weeks, though once I was walking naked down the hall when I caught sight of Sally naked in her dressing room. I know that both of us saw the other, but I hustled into Stephen’s office. When I came out, she was gone, and as I looked I realized that the next room down from her dressing room was his, and I could see his shoe rack, close to the window. He was naked, standing in front of it, a perfect muscular butt and then he turned around and looked down at our pool. I looked too and saw Stephen swimming against the current machine. Bill looked up just as I did and smiled at me, waving. I smiled back and raised my hand. He made a telephone gesture to me and left the room.

The phone rang a few seconds later, “Greetings fellow naturist.” His voice held a laugh.

“Is that what we are?” I responded.

“Well it sounds better than voyeurs. Would you and Stephen care to put on clothes and come over for a drink in an hour or so?”

I didn’t know whether Stephen had anything scheduled, but I said sure unless he did and rang off.

Stephen sounded surprised and said, “Will this be awkward do you think? I mean that was pretty extreme behavior from both sides.”

I looked at him and said, “In Vino Veritas”

“What are you saying?” Stephen was such a writer, he always liked things spelled out.

“Nothing darling. I think it was just a little harmless fun. Would you like it to go further?”

“With our neighbors. I don’t think that would be very smart.”

We rang their bell. I had dressed very carefully in a pair of white linen trousers and a very thin silk knit shirt. I hadn’t worn a bra, but I often didn’t. Bill answered the door with damp hair. He was dressed in worn jeans and a polo shirt. He looked like a hunk. Sally swept down the stairs in a new Von Furstenberg wrap dress. Those dresses are made for figures like hers. I didn’t think she was wearing a bra, but it was tough to tell in those dresses. The wrap made her figure look lush. She leaned in to give me a kiss and I smelled the perfume again. I said, “What is that fragrance.”

She took both my hands and leaned back against them and laughed, “Pussy”

I’m sure my eyes bugged out of my head, “Actually it’s called Poissey.” She spelled it. It’s French, but Bill always says he thinks its well named because that’s what it reminds him of.”

I pulled her close to me and leaned in to stick my nose just behind her ear, where I’d seen some dark downy hair. “It doesn’t smell like any pussy I’ve known.”

Bill laughed, “Stick around, maybe she’ll put some on you.”

I heard Stephen chuckle. That was the sort of exchange that would find its way into a book. They led the way into their back room. The layout was similar to ours, but their house was overlooked by a taller structure. Their pool was larger than ours, but much more open.

“We can’t use our pool naked.” Sally said. “I went out there in a bikini the first week we moved in and I thought Mrs. Dobrie was going to fall over the balcony. I’d hate to be responsible for a heart attack.”

Mrs. Dobrie was the neighborhood snoop, the reporter of barking dogs and excessive trash. Bill brought us drinks and Sally said, “I’ve spent the last two days reading your books Stephen.”

“If you’d asked I would have given you copies.” Bill had been on a couple of regional bestseller lists but had yet to write a breakout novel that would put him on the New York Times list.

“Thanks maybe the next one. I really like your writing. I read your first book and your most recent. I could tell that you’re getting better.”

I knew that Stephen was uncomfortable talking about his books and I was about to change the subject when she said. “I’ve always wanted to write, and I swore that I’d use this year to make a start. I mean I’ve always written, but I’ve never been organized enough to complete something.”

He said, “Maybe you should start with short stories.”

She laughed, “That’s exactly what I’m doing. Short erotic stories.”

My ears perked up. “I love women’s erotic fiction. If you ever want a reader I’ll be happy to do it.” I noticed that she was drinking a glass of fruit juice and she saw my glance.

“I’m still nursing Maddie. Only another month, but she gets cranky if I have a drink. Though sometimes a glass of wine is a temptation, but I usually express first and then don’t have a drink until after her evening meal.”

We continued chatting until a small wail came out of a little portable speaker. Sally got up. “That’s my cue. Would you like to come Debbie?”

I went up the stairs behind her, thinking of the last time I’d seen her butt. We came to the nursery and I sat down on a chair. She picked up her daughter and opened the wrap dress. She wasn’t wearing a bra or underwear and I saw a little drop of milk appear at one nipple. Her breasts looked very full. Maddie clamped on and I saw a slight smile cross Sally’s face.

“I don’t know who enjoys this more. It’s going to be tough to stop.” In about five minutes she switched breasts and I saw Maddie pull off one nipple. It was a deep red, and almost as long as mine. I felt mine harden in response. Maddie latched onto the other side and in a few more minutes Sally stood and put her back to sleep. She turned around, the wrap dress falling on either side of her breasts. She’d obviously worked hard at regaining her figure, for her stomach was flat. Her lips were quite full and I could see her clit sticking out at the top. Mine was an innie, everything tucked away. She walked towards me and brushed her hand briefly over her pussy and then reached behind my ear. “There, see if Stephen likes the perfume.” She did the same with the other ear. I could smell it quite well now, and it was that perfume. Imagine that. She briefly grazed my nipple on the way down.

She wrapped the dress back. “If you were serious, I’ll give you one of my stories to read.”

I said I was and she led the way to her work room. I noticed it looked onto our bedroom, but the dr*pes across our window kept our privacy. We went back downstairs and I couldn’t resist going over to Stephen and saying, “Smell Sally’s perfume? Do you like it on me?” I saw Bill nearly snort his drink.

Stephen leaned in and said, “It smells great. Where can we buy some?”

Bill said, “Oh its tough to find. I think there’s only one source and I’ve never seen Sally share it with another woman.”

We all sat down and Sally said, “I liked your sex scenes Stephen. Especially in the last book. How did you do the research for the female scenes? I ask because it’s one of my problems. I’ve never been with another woman, so when I write those scenes I always feel there’s something missing.”

Stephen made noises saying it was all imaginary, but the truth was that the both of us worked on the scenes and they were based on our experiences. Some of the fans letters had been very hostile, but others said they had rung true.

I was on my third glass of wine and with my body weight, I’ve always been a cheap drunk. I looked at the baby-minder. I guess that will work in our back yard, huh? Would anybody like to sit in the Jacuzzi?”

Bill looked at Sally and they both said, “Sure.” Sally said, “Let’s test though.”

We went into yard while Sally went to Maddie’s room and made a noise. We heard it clearly and in a few minutes we had all shed clothes and were reclining in the four corners of the tub.

Sally said, “I took as much information as I could from the extensive collection of porn I’ve amassed.”

Bill said, “That’s probably sufficient. Most of a piece’s success rests on plotting rather than purple description.”

The water had gotten hot and I lifted myself to the side of the tub, keeping my legs slightly open. I saw Bill glance at me. I said, “Well, Stephen wasn’t being entirely accurate. We did have a few experiences that added to the chapter you were talking about.”

One side of the Jacuzzi had a reclining lounge built in and Sally said, “Do you mind if I move there. Those jets will feel so good on my back. Carrying these tits around gets tiring.” I made to move and she said, “No stay there.” She came and laid back. I could feel her head lean back against my pussy. I knew I was getting a little damp and I wondered if any would get in her hair, but I already had her behind my ears, so what the hell.

She wiggled around and I could see one of the jets coming between her legs. “Oh that get’s me just right.” She stayed there and we continued chatting. I knew Bill would be getting hot but I also knew why he wasn’t hopping up on the side of the tub. Bill was asking Stephen about his current work when I became aware that Sally was gripping my calves. I looked down to see her nipples hardening and then she started bucking against the current, obviously orgasming. Everyone was silent.

After she’d finished she looked around, “I thought that might break the ice.”

I had to laugh, “Well it made me want one too.”

She turned and I thought she was going to move back to her side of the tub, but then I felt her tongue on me and I leaned back. She stuck it in and then licked me up and down . She lifted up and I felt one of her large boobs move between my legs and I could feel her nipple on my clit. Obviously nursing made for strong nipples. It was like having a finger rub me. When she moved away she waded over to Bill and stuck her breast in his mouth.

“Does it taste good?”She stood up “Come on guys, you’re making me feel uncomfortable. Up on the rim both of you.”

Stephen looked at me and I shrugged. He hopped up, his cock curved upward, hard as diamonds. Bill did the same. He was definitely longer, but not as thick. I wondered what was next. Sally said, “I want to finish you, but only after you have a load of Bill’s cum in your pussy.” I think I had a mini-orgasm right there. It was the filthiest thing anyone had ever said to me. I waded across to her and lifted her tits in my hand, leaning down, sucking her nipples, feeling warm milk squirt. I pulled back. She went on her knees and put her hand around Stephen’s balls, running her mouth around his cock head. I felt Bill move behind me and felt his cock against my back. I moved him to the rim and then sat on him, facing him, his long cock banging against my rear wall. He leaned down to nuzzle my tits and we both turned around. Bill had moved so Sally could sit on the rim and I could see he was about to push his cock in. She moaned as he did, and then he started moving. I could see her clit compressed by his shaft. Bill had put those big hands under my hips and was moving me up and down on his cock, grinding me on him at the end of each stroke. We heard Sally cumming again and Bill speeded his tempo and then I was there too. A few tight strokes and I felt Bill cuming. I picture the ropes of cum painting the inside of my pussy.

I looked over at Sally. Stephen was really pounding her now, that upward turned cock high in her pussy. She stated her third orgasm and I was astounded to see little jets of milk shooting from both nipples as she came. Stephen started and she shouted, “On my tits on my tits.” He pulled out and shot the last on them and she rubbed it in.

When we’d finished she said, “I want to go in the house on the carpet. Is that OK?”

I said sure. Getting eaten was fun, but I’d already cum and I thought I was ready for bed. She might never have eaten pussy before but Debbie had passion and talent. My legs were over my head as she used her tongue and mouth to clean me of every trace of Bill. Not once did she touch my clit and I though that maybe she didn’t know where it was when suddenly she clamped down and vacuumed it into her mouth. I’d never felt such an intense sensation. My legs started trembling and then I felt her finger in my butt and I was cuming more intensely than I could remember. I returned the favor and realized that not only did she smell good but she tasted divine. I couldn’t get enough. When she started cumming I looked up to see both men fastened to her tits, obviously making sure she didn’t leak anywhere.

When we finished we took turns blowing Bill and Stephen, sometimes with both cocks in one mouth, sometimes sharing one. She put both of them in my ass and pussy, saying she wanted to see it done, and then she asked that I jerk them both off onto her tits. I caught a little on my tongue as I cleaned them off afterwards.

The next morning Stephen and I looked at each other. He grinned at me,“Either we both had a great time or the house has to go up for sale.”

We stayed. We maintained our own lives, but sometimes we’d leave the curtains to our bedroom open, enjoying our audience, and sometimes we would have a sleep-over that kept us up for hours at a time. I suppose that all good things have to end, but this one hasn’t yet!

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