Eyeful for the Neighbour

Hello! I'm Anita and I recently shared the fun I had teasing my driving instructor. Sadly, due to the current coronavirus pandemic, my lessons are on hold. So, rather than leave you all high and dry, I've decided to tell you about some of my previous experiences. I don't think they'll be as exciting a read as my fun flashing Henry, but they were certainly exciting to me at the time. I've got a few of these stories, but today I'll just share these two.

Just to remind you, I have jet black hair and chocolate brown eyes. I, personally, wouldn't say I look Asian but apparently you can see my Chinese ancestry from certain angles. I'm petite but with DD breasts, which look even bigger on my small frame. I'm currently twenty but both my stories today take place last summer when I was nineteen.

I can't remember now if it was late July or early August, but it was around then. It was midweek, and both my parents were at work. I had the house to myself, but importantly I had the back garden too. I'm not actually one for sunbathing, I can get bored easily, but I was feeling lethargic and felt like it was time to top up my tan so I ventured out with my beach towel, wearing my new bright orange two-piece bikini.

I will say, it's not a particularly skimpy bikini. The bottoms do cover most of my butt, and the top does cover a reasonable amount of my boobs. Sorry if you were hoping for some micro-bikini affair, but this is just a normal sort, with a hook and catch fastening at the back. I do look good in it though, even if I say so myself. I look pretty toned for a girl that never goes to the gym.

I took a book out with me to read, just in case. My friend had lent me Stephen King's It, but it's much thicker than I was expecting, and I wasn't sure if I was in the mood for it or not. My plan was to see if I could maybe have a little sleep out there before boredom set in.

The back garden is pretty well concealed. We've got trees and shrubbery at the bottom of the garden so the houses behind us couldn't see, which left the houses either side. The house on the left is a holiday home, and despite it being summer, I knew the owners weren't there this particular week. In the house on the right, lives an elderly couple, Joe and Eileen. Eileen's lovely, but Joe is your typical grumpy old man stereotype. He's quite tall, with a long face. He's got a full head of spikey white hair. A couple of years before my Dad and Joe fell out - something to do with the fence, I don't know the details, but ever since my parents and Joe haven't talked. I wasn't part of that argument though so if I ever do see him out and about I always say hello and he mutters something back, normally without cracking a smile. As a couple they're pretty reclusive though.

I set my towel out on the smoothest part of the garden, that wasn't in shade. I put on plenty of sun cream and set myself down. I positioned the book, my phone and my water bottle down ahead of me, as a laid myself face down on the towel, my head towards the bottom of the garden. I was wearing my sunglasses and rested my head on my crossed arms.

I managed to drift off for a while, but I don't think it was for too long. I kept my eyes closed for a little while until I decided I was thirsty and had some of my water. I pushed my sunglasses up to the top of my head as I checked my phone, scrolling through my social media and was about to set the phone down when I noticed something. My eyes refocussed from the content of the phone to the reflection on it. I could see my house behind, but also my neighbour's. I could make out that Joe was watching me from his bedroom window.

Well, I assume he was. In all fairness to him, he could just have been looking out of his window. Maybe he was looking down into his own garden. Eileen kept it very nice, it was full of flowers, all the colours of the rainbow. There's a lot to enjoy in their garden. Somehow, I got the feeling that's not where his attention was. I could see that he was standing upright, his left arm raised and leaning, with his right arm folded behind his back.

Still, with the phone in my right hand, my right elbow propping me up, I reached back with my left arm and pulled back the seat of bikini bottom. I revealed my left arse cheek and gave it a quick scratch before letting the material cover me again and brought my arm back, all the time keeping my eye on Joe's reflection in my phone.

There was no change in his positioning, but he definitely seemed to be watching me. A different girl may have felt uncomfortable with this, but I liked it. The idea that he was studying my body excited me, and my immediate instinct was to show him more. I considered how long it would be before my parents would be back, and they would still be gone a little while, so I thought I would risk it.

I moved the book closer and propped my phone up against it so that I could still see Joe's reflection. I wanted to see how, or even 'if' he would react. I reached back and unclasped my bikini top. I was still laying down at this point, so even as I pulled the straps over my arms I knew at most he'd get some side-boob at this point. I pulled the top from under me and away, placing it to the right side of my towel. I considered my next move. I was topless now, but the 'goods' were still hidden from my spectator. I pulled my sunglasses back down to cover my eyes and pushed myself up into a kneeling position. There was a slight breeze in the air and my nipples tingled now they were exposed to the air. They still weren't exposed to Joe though. I checked his reflection in my phone, and he had finally adjusted his position. He had now brought his right arm from behind his back and was now leaning pushing both his arms out either side of his window. Was this a sign of anticipation?

Another sip of water, and I grabbed the sun cream. A quick breath, and I turned to sit on my bum. I was now facing my house, purposely not looking at Joe, but I could tell in my peripheral that he was still there but had moved back from the window a little. My movement had obviously unnerved him a little, and this was all the proof I needed that he was indeed watching me. He now had full view of my bare DD breasts. I don't know what I was thinking, but I was very excited by the exhibition and my nipples were hard as I began to apply the sun cream.

Joe didn't move, he kept his place just back from the window as I used my hands to rub the white liquid over my chest. I snapped shut the lid of the sun cream bottle and placed it to one side. I repositioned my other items and made myself comfy, now on my back looking up to the sky. For the first time, from behind my dark sunglasses I allowed myself to look at Joe. I could tell he was enjoying the view. Due to my positioning, and his bedroom window being too high, I couldn't see anything exciting myself, but I could tell that his arms were down, his hands out of view and his right arm was moving in an unmistakable manner.

It was such a thrill to have this effect on the grumpy old man, that I couldn't help but tease him just a little bit more. I reached down and allowed my fingers to slide under the material of my bikini bottom. For a moment I let my forefinger gently circle my clit, that was becoming quite sensitive. I then pushed down further and delved my middle finger into my pussy.

I quickly looked up to find... that Joe had disappeared. I was immediately saddened as had only just started and wondered what had happened. Had he realised I was onto him? Maybe he'd been caught by Eileen? Or maybe he'd cum already? I guess I won't know the answer. I'd like to think I made him cum. All I have to go on is that he smiles at me more now when I seem him out on the street. I always get a buzz out of knowing he's seen my tits. I do wonder if I'll get the chance to flash him again this year? I hope so.

Now, I'm aware that was quite an abrupt ending to that story. Apologies, but that's how it went. Once I knew he'd gone I packed my stuff away and went inside. The rest of the day was pretty unremarkable. Which is why I'm adding this very short second story. There really isn't much build up to it, but it might make some of my younger readers happy to know it's not just old men I get a thrill from flashing.

It was actually only about a week after I'd flashed Joe in the garden. It was another hot day, and my parents were at work. I had just gotten out the shower and had wrapped my towel around me. The doorbell went and I had to make the choice of going to get it or ignoring it. My initial instinct was to ignore, but it kept on ringing so I made my way downstairs, my hair soaking, and the towel the only thing covering me.

I opened the door and it was Martin. I'd known him for years, he was a year below me at school and our mums were friends. He was a bit of geek. He wore thick-rimmed glasses, he was thin and pale, and was wearing a Star Wars t-shirt and red shorts. He was holding a neatly wrapped present and explained it was a belated birthday present for my mum from his. It had been on the side at their house, and he'd been ordered to bring it over. They only lived a couple of streets across, so it made sense rather than posting it.

I thanked him, took the gift and we made a little bit of small talk. I could tell that he was checking me out. That wasn't a new thing, Martin wasn't subtle. He'd asked me out a few years back, but I politely declined. There actually wasn't anything wrong with him, I just had my eyes on someone else at the time.

During the chat, I had moved away from the front door, putting down the box, and Martin had followed me in. He was doing his best to make eye contact, bless him, but his gaze did keep dropping and I could tell he was imaging me sans towel. The small talk was drying up a bit and I explained that I needed to carry on getting ready so thanked him again for bringing over the present for my mum, and ushered him towards the door.

He was a little hesitant to go, I think he was willing my towel to drop but realised he wasn't going to be so lucky and nodded with a grin. I noted him take one last look up and down my body and he turned to go, opening the front door to let himself out. As he was walking out felt mischievous so, quickly untucked the top of my towel and let it fall to the floor.

"It was lovely to see you," I called to him, as he walked away from the house.

"You too," he replied, turning.

I smiled at him as I closed the door, allowing just enough time for him to glance my entirely naked body and for me to see his jaw drop as he clocked my big boobs and freshly shaved pussy. I then proceeded with the day with a spring on my step. I have to say, flashing certainly gives me a high like no other.

I do have one other story about Martin, but I'll save that for another day!