tagExhibitionist & VoyeurNeighbor Girl Ch. 01-02

Neighbor Girl Ch. 01-02

byJackBro©

Chapter 1: The Movie

Warning: The following is a sexually explicit story intended for the entertainment of mature adults. If you are offended by stories of such nature, do not read it. All characters are fictional and not intended to resemble any real people. Comments and suggestions are welcomed.

Yuka can best be described as cute. Not gorgeous, not sexy, but best described as cute. That's not to say she lacks those other qualities too, but cuteness clearly takes the lead. A young woman, short in stature and a bit overweight, she wears a thick set of glasses upon a pretty face. I initially stereotyped her as a student when we first moved in next door. At the very least, I figured she was into books, maybe a librarian. She had the look of a smart young woman who liked studying and probably got good grades.

Later behavior served to reinforce my initial stereotype. The drapes of her house stayed mostly closed. She tended to keep to herself, staying inside, and only returning a shy "hi" on those rare occasions when we crossed paths. I used to picture her sitting in a rocking chair, under a lamp, and maybe in front of a fire reading a book or maybe crocheting a new scarf to keep warm. The only time I got to see her was when she was all bundled up for her early morning run. For a person who was overweight, she ran a surprising amount. I would even see her on the coldest days of winter jogging down the snow covered walk.

My wife, Katie, took the initiative to get to know her. I saw them talking out front when day when I got home from work. A couple days later they met for tea. Eventually they had lunch together in town. As it turned out, the two of them happened to have jobs within a few blocks of each other. Yuka was not a student at all, but worked as a sales girl at some sort of woman's clothing store downtown. She was also older than I figured, in her mid-twenties rather than the teenager liked she looked. It's been my experience that short Asian women often tend to look younger than what they really are. Perhaps it is due to their fair complexion, or maybe it's just because they are short.

In any case, I eventually got to know her too. My wife invited the bashful little woman over for dinner one night, and then Yuka returned the favor a few weeks later. To my pleasant surprise, our neighbor turned out to be an excellent cook. She made a terrific Chinese marinated chicken, and her Italian lasagna tasted pretty good too. Given the way she cooked, no wonder she was overweight and had to run every day.

The two of us eventually worked out an informal deal where she cooked while I helped her out with repairs. As talented as Yuka was in the kitchen, I could be in the garage. Both her house and car were time bombs of disrepair. The tires on her car were almost bald, and the oil in her car hadn't been changed since she bought it two years before. I quickly discovered Yuka grew up under a traditional upbringing and practiced traditional habits. She was into girlish things - like cooking - and wouldn't open the hood of a car even to check the oil.

We ran into each other more and more. One night she would stop by to help Katie with something in the kitchen. A few days later I might return the favor by helping her fix something around her house. Lucky for her, her cooking made it worthwhile. I didn't mind spending an hour fixing a leaking showerhead if it meant a delicious meal a few nights later.

Yuka behaved bashful to strangers, but opened up once you got to know her. I also discovered she had a pleasant personality and a good sense of humor. Sometimes on the giddy side, she occasionally acted more like a dizzy blond than the dark-haired cutie she really was. She could also shock you but some of the things that came out of her mouth - especially about men.

"Men are so much trouble," She casually told us over dinner one night after my wife hinted about possibly introducing her to a nice single guy at work. "But on the other hand, it sure would be fun to have a dick around to play with!"

She shocked me with her words. I couldn't believe such smutty words coming out of her sweet little mouth. In fact, I thought I misheard her at first, but then joined in with them in a laugh.

Yuka didn't have a boyfriend. Never married, but she occasionally brought up her boyfriends of the past. Her quiet, secluded nature probably prevented her from meeting many guys. I'm sure that working in a woman's clothing store didn't bring forward many opportunities either. In any case, it certainly wasn't because of her looks. I'm sure her cute face attracted many men, and all her running was starting to have an affect.

We moved in over the winter when everyone stayed bundled up in conservative sweatshirts, sweaters, and coats to keep warm. As spring approached, people started wearing less. Yuka was no exception, and she started giving hints at the result of all her running. She also tended to let down her guard on weekends. One day she came over in a old white T-shirt that clearly showed the outline of her bra and what appeared to be cleavage underneath. Another time she bent down right in front of me while I worked on her sink and was looking up from under the counter. Pleasant to my surprise, she was blessed with a pronounced chest. It surprised me, especially coming from an Oriental girl. I never much thought of her chest, but from then on couldn't keep from picturing her topless every time we met. I yearned for the day I might get to see her in a swimsuit or maybe even a bikini.

We continued as neighbors during the summer and then into the fall. I continued helping her around the house or whenever she heard something "funny" in her car. In payment, we would get invited over for dinner about once a month.

Yuka and Katie continued to be friends too. They met quite often for lunch and then started going out for drinks in the evening too. I don't know where they went for their nighttime festivities. Katie didn't tell me. She only said they went out to do girl-things. Secretly, I think she tried to play matchmaker. Yuka didn't go out much on weekends. I suspected Katie was trying to remedy her boyfriend situation by introducing her to some of her single male friends from work. Once in a while Katie even returned a little tipsy, indicating they had gone to some bar or maybe a club. Sometimes she returned rather late too. As for me, it didn't matter. I didn't care where they went, for it meant that I could go out with the guys. Thursday night was poker night. Katie didn't like me playing poker, especially for money. She also didn't like it when I returned home after too many drinks. But if the girls got to go out over the weekend, then I got to go out to play poker on Thursdays.

It wasn't until last week when I got my first clue at where the girls went. Poker night finished early. One of the guys was sick in bed and another had to leave early because his wife was pissed about something or other that he did or didn't do. With only three left, we decided to quit early. We split after only a few hands and only one beer. I came home early to find the lights out and the television on.

"Look at the size of that thing!"

The first voice I heard upon entering the house was of Yuka. It came from the living room. I could tell the television was on by the flicker it made against the walls and the eerie glow it gave to the room. All was dark except for the nightlight above the stove.

"Holy shit!" I heard Katie too, agreeing with a playful giggle. It sounded like the two of them were having a good time, probably watching the latest chick-flick that I wasn't interested in watching anyway. I closed the front door with care and decided to sneak up on them.

"Did you ever realize one could get that big?" Yuka asked.

"It's even bigger than the one we saw up on stage last week," Katie's voice spoke with amazement.

I didn't pay much attention to what they said at first. I had no idea what they were watching. Their words put me at a loss.

"Wait until you see what he's going to do with it!"

"He's going to hurt her with such a big one!"

I peaked around the corner to find them both sitting wide-eyed on the couch and facing the TV. Katie sat forward, barely keeping her ass on the couch, watching with intense interest at whatever was playing on the screen. Yuka acted more relaxed, sitting back, seeming to take delight at Katie's reaction. Through the speakers on the television I heard a commanding voice giving an order. "Over here," It shouted. "So we can shackle you."

"Oh my God!" Katie's hands went up to her mouth.

"Now we're getting to the good part," Yuka started to lean forward too.

For the first time, I grew curious. I had never seen two women watch a movie with such interest. What could be so good? Why were they so interested? It certainly didn't look like any ordinary chick flick.

"Is she actually going to..." Katie's voice trailed off.

"I bet she is!" Yuka acted like she didn't know, but clearly had seen the movie before. She teased my wife. Poor Katie looked to be in shock.

Growing more and more curious by the second, I decided to take a look for myself. I couldn't see anything from the hallway, so had had to step inside to satisfy my curiosity. Our living room was small and I had to practically walk up beside the couch in order to see the screen. Normally they would have noticed me, but their intense interest in the movie pulled all four eyes away.

"Now he can't even cover himself," Katie mumbled through her fingers, her hand still positioned over her mouth.

"Lucky for us!" Yuka giggled in agreement.

The darkness of the room helped to cover my presence. The high volume of the television helped silence my steps.

"Now give me pleasure," The voice from the speaker spoke.

"He's actually going to fuck her!" Katie gave the first hint at what was really happening on the screen.

A moment later I looked for myself. It was an x-rated sex flick. Two sparsely clad women wore little more than teddies. A third woman was naked and down on all fours. Behind her was a man, also naked, and sporting the biggest cock I had ever seen.

"Holy shit!" I couldn't help but cry out.

It took them a moment to realize I was in the room. Katie jumped up with a start. Yuka quickly went for the remote, dropped it, and then fumbled with the buttons while trying to figure out how to stop the movie. It played on long enough for me to see the guy jerk his hips forward and plunge his monster dick into her. I couldn't believe any woman capable of accepting such a large weapon. I couldn't believe Katie was watching it.

"What the hell are you doing here?" Katie shouted at me.

"I don't believe this!" Yuka cried out in embarrassment.

Katie regained her composure enough to reach up to the reading lamp. Both girls stood before me embarrassed and angry - or at least Yuka was embarrassed. Katie just looked angry.

"The game finished early," I told them what they already knew. "So I came home."

"How dare you sneak up on me like that!" Katie didn't seem to hear me.

"But I didn't sneak," I defended myself. "All the lights were off. I figured you were asleep. I didn't want to wake you."

"That doesn't matter!" She refused to listen to my words. "You scared the crap out of me!"

"Sorry," I took a deep breath and apologized, even though I had no need to apologize. I mean, what did I do wrong? It wasn't my fault they were too engrossed in an x-rated movie to notice someone walking in the front door! I could just have well been a thief or a rapist. They never would have known.

"Maybe I should go," the bright red face of Yuka spoke up. She looked like she wanted to race out of the room.

"But the movie wasn't over!" I decided to tease her. "It was just coming up on the good part, as you said."

Her face turned an even brighter shade of red at my use of her own words against her. "Jason!" She looked away.

"Stop it!" My wife took her side. It was two against one. Women always stuck together when they had the chance to disagree with a man.

"Just teasing!" I held up my hands in mock surrender. "Come on, relax! The two of you look like crooks who just got caught robbing a bank."

Yuka was already taking out the disk. Apparently, it was her movie. I wondered if she owned it. I also wondered what other movies she kept in her library. This showed me a new side of Yuka. I had no idea she was into watching x-rated movies, especially movies involving ropes, bondage, and men with big dicks. Shy little Yuka appeared to be into heavy-duty smut.

"I really think I should go," She stepped towards the door.

"You don't have to," I offered as an apology to make up for my teasing. "I was just headed upstairs anyway. Planned to take a shower and then go to bed, so you're free to stick around and watch the end of it if you want."

I headed for the stairs, not wanting to make my wife any angrier. I had caused enough anger and embarrassment for one night. Not as late as the usual Thursday night, but I looked forward to a wakeful Friday morning for a change. Besides, I secretly wanted Katie to watch the rest. Maybe it would put her in the mood. The movie had already put me in the mood, but then most anything would. I secretly hoped Katie would watch the rest and then come upstairs to wake me.

* * * * *

It sounded like they took me up on my advice. I couldn't be sure, but I thought I heard them downstairs. I distinctly heard Katie try to convince Yuka to stay when I stepped into the shower. At least one of them was still downstairs when I stepped back out.

"Oh my God!" I overheard Katie as I dried off in the bedroom. Most definitely, she was still watching it. I could tell by the excitement sounding in her voice. It wasn't the reaction given to a network television show.

Tempted, I paused to listen for a second voice. I hoped Yuka had stayed too, but I really didn't think so. She wasn't the type: too shy, too easily embarrassed, and especially not with a man just upstairs. More than likely, she was sitting up in her own bed wondering what she would say the next time we met. I actually felt a little sorry for her.

"Oh my God!" I heard it again.

Yes! Katie was watching it! Yuka must have left the CD before going. Soon it would be finished, and then maybe she would come upstairs to try out a new position. We lived a vibrant sex life. She liked to try new things - or at least she used to. Five years of marriage had dulled things somewhat, but we still had sex at least twice a week.

The thought of an aroused Katie made me aroused. I couldn't help it! Just the thought of a dirty x-rated movie on the downstairs TV was enough to get my hormones flowing. The sound of her voice soon made me aroused too. We hadn't done it all week. I was due. My dick needed some attention.

Further amplifying the effect was the possibility that shy little Yuka might be downstairs watching it too. I had discovered a new side of her, a side that excited me. My mind drifted back to her words about dick playing, and then the scene from under the sink. I thought about her cleavage, and then of my desire to hopefully see her in a sexy summer dress sometime over the summer.

I then thought about their mention of a man's long dick up on stage. The shock of the movie made me forget, but then my imagination took over as I walked around upstairs. Might it be possible? Did my wife take the cute Yuka to a male strip joint? Watching an x-rated flick on the television was one thing, but seeing it live would be something else. I tried to picture Yuka sitting in the audience and turning red at the sight of the men on stage. The image proved powerful enough to force me to wear a robe as I sat up on the bed. There was no way I could fit into my pajama bottoms.

* * * * *

"Oh Jason!"

My pleasant thoughts were interrupted by an even more pleasant sound of my name being called out a minute later. I was sitting up in bed, reading a book, patiently waiting for Katie to come upstairs to join me. There was no way I was going to get to sleep with the images playing out in my mind. The book helped, but I found myself constantly roaming away from the story on the page and into the more interesting story in my imagination.

There was also a giggle, I thought I heard, or perhaps it was just my imagination. More likely my imagination, I figured. The images in my mind appeared to playing themselves out in my ears.

"Oh Jason!" She called out a second time.

Katie didn't need to ask a third. Maybe she wanted to show me a scene in the movie. I hoped she wanted to do it downstairs in the living room. We hadn't done it outside the bedroom for a long time. My cock pulled me towards her direction.

Without giving it much thought, I jumped out of bed and headed down the stairs in my robe.

"You call?" I asked half way down.

Both girls turned! To my surprise, Yuka was still there. Both of them still sat on the living room couch.

"Yuka!" I hesitated half-way down the stairs, pulling my robe tight. "I thought you had gone home."

She didn't answer, only giggled. The light of the reading lamp showed a pleasant smile shine across her face.

"She didn't want to miss the rest of the movie," Katie answered for her. "And she wanted to make sure you got a chance to watch it too."

Yuka's face turned another shade of red. She gave my wife a playful slap against her shoulder, and then my wife slapped her back. They played. They laughed. The women frolicked on the couch like two young girls at a slumber party.

"Seriously," Katie was the first to give in. "As long as your up," She sneaked a look down at my waist. "Why don't you come on over and join us? You've really got to see this! We're giving it a second showing!"

I didn't know if her look was intentional or not. Could she see my tent? Could she tell I was erect? The look lasted only a second, and then she turned back to the television again. It was as if she was teasing. Just in case, my hands automatically went to my crotch to cover myself.

"I suppose," I hesitated. "But just let me put on something first."

It took little convincing. The thought of watching an x-rated movie proved enticing, but not in my present condition!

"You're fine just the way you are," Katie spoke without turning her head from the screen. "Nothing will surprise Yuka, not after what we just watched."

The girls laughed again. I noticed the credits rolling down the screen. The movie had just ended, and they were having fun. For the first time I also noticed a bottle of wine sitting on the end table. Sitting beside were two glasses, both empty. I couldn't tell how much was left in the bottle, but they had clearly drunk enough to feel good. Especially Yuka. I had never seen Yuka after more than a single glass of wine. I wondered if she would have watched the movie without it.

Against my better judgment, I stepped away from the stairs to join them on the couch. The only problem was my robe. It covered everything that needed to be covered, but there was a lot to be covered underneath. I stayed hard. I was hard upstairs, hard on the stairs, and stayed hard when I went to join them on the couch.

"Right here," Just before I was about to take a seat in the recliner, Katie padded the seat on the couch between them. She moved aside to give me room, and then Yuka moved to the opposite side. Clearly, both girls knew where they wanted me to sit. I couldn't help but take them up on their invitation.

I used my hands to push it down. First I pulled my robe tight and then I strategically positioned my hands on my lap when I took a seat down between them.

Katie held the remote and started the movie all over again. "It's kind-of slow at the beginning," She fast forwarded through the opening credits. "But don't worry, it will rise to the occasion faster than you think."

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