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My Neighbor's Shenanigans

bystorm_usmc©

I love spring nights.

It was one of those perfect endings to a day. The air was warm and smelled of pine from the nearby grove. I was sitting on my balcony back porch sipping a Blue Moon beer and looking out over the city. Since my house was on a hill I had a perfect view of the skyline. The buildings were all lit up like Christmas trees and stood out sharply against the night sky. I was one of the first houses in a new housing project so I had very little light pollution and only a few neighbors which allowed me to enjoy these moments in peace and quiet.

I had a few hours to complete my task so I sat there enjoying myself. After a few minutes a light snapped on in my neighbors back porch, seconds later a dark haired shape opened the patio door and stepped outside. In an unusual situation our back yards were at a 90-degree angle from one another. She had the last house on her block and then the road curved up and around a few hundred yards to my cul-de-sac. This had the effect of placing my yard higher than hers and because I had a balcony on my 2-story house I could see down perfectly into her yard. We were both at the edge of the tree line so nobody else but me could see into her backyard and the houses on the other side of her were angled better and restricted my view. Only into her yard did I have an unobstructed view. She had a nice patio and a lagoon style pool with a built in spa.

A surge of annoyance passed through me as I saw her light and she stepped out. I disliked her intrusion on my solitude and hoped she would be gone quickly. She had moved in a few months ago and I'd seen her around the neighborhood but had never made contact other than a head nod or small wave. She was beautiful, with exotic looks and long, glossy black hair and golden skin.

Right now she was wearing a black pencil skirt and a white blouse. I looked at my iPhone, 10:47. It was a little unusual to see her dressed in business casual so late on a Wednesday night but then again I have no idea what she does. I just know I'd never seen her out this late before. I watched as she reached behind her and unzipped her skirt.

Yikes! I quickly realized what she was about to do. For a split second I'm tempted to let her continue and I pause as she slips out of her skirt and stands there with her bare legs showing. The shadows and angle prevent me from seeing too much but it's still exciting knowing she's standing there in her panties. Reason overcomes me and I shake my head as I reach for the light switch on my back porch. I flick on the light and her head immediately snaps to look in my direction. For a moment we stare at each other. I realize I'm silhouetted so she probably can't see me as well as I can see her. I reach over and stroke the Cannon camera mounted on a tripod next to me. I watch her face move slightly to track the movement. I can only imagine the thoughts racing through her head as she sees a man in the dark with a camera and an obvious giant lens mounted on it. After a second, I point to the skyline, her head turns to look. Thankfully the blood moon is easy to see. Photography was a side hobby of mine and tonight I was photographing the blood moon in 30 minute intervals against the skyline. I would later make a composite image out of all my shots in order to create a poster that would have multiple moons combined with the city nightline.

She watched the moon for a moment and then turned back to face me. She gave me a brief nod of her head before she turned around to head inside. I barely have time to wonder why she left her skirt when her back lights turn off. Immediately her inner pool light comes on and seconds later she steps back outside. Now her backyard is bathed in only the moonlight giving it and her a silvery angelic look. She looks up at me as she walks to the pool. For a second I'm unsure of what to do but then a subtle understanding comes to me and I reach over and switch off my own light. We watch each other for a few more moments then she nods her head and turns away from me. In the dim light I watch as her blouse is quickly tossed off, in the dark I can't tell the color or style of her bra and panties but in seconds they're lying on the patio with the rest of her clothes.

Since the moon is behind her the only light cast on her skin is from the glowing pool. I'm awestruck as she mounts the steps and proceeds to slip beneath the water. The ripples and light all combine to give me tantalizing glimpses of flowing hair and golden skin. Nothing ever comes directly into view but it is all displayed, it is probably the most erotic thing I've ever seen. She swims back and forth unconsciously as I watch from afar. I look at my camera, indecision arising in me. She'd displayed a level of trust and implied good behavior from me and I didn't want to break that seeming unspoken understanding. We were neighbors and I planned on being here a while so I didn't want to cause any negative feelings between us, but the level of beauty in front of me was astounding. I was torn by my artistic side and moral values. After a few seconds I grab my camera and focus on her backyard. I reason that I'd rather have my camera in hand just in case than regret a moment lost forever. I come to a quick moral compromise and prepare myself.

Photography is all about the moment, the capture. That one second where everything is just right and you see magic. If you're lucky you get a shot that shows people the magic you noticed. Some photographers stage these moments and sometimes they happen on their own. I hoped to capture one of those natural moments. I quickly adjusted my camera settings, focused on the pool and waited. The lens I had on my camera at that moment was a telephoto and was made for seeing long distance objects. At this range her pool filled my view, though I could see closer the light and water ripples prevented me from seeing anything too sexual. I got quick flashes of silvery golden body parts, lean limbs and flowing dark hair.

Then it happens, the moment. I pressed the button on my camera and held it down. Multiple shots snap off in rapid succession. Even after the moment passes I continued to watch her, hoping for more magic. After 30 minutes or so she moves toward the steps and begins to get out. I snap off some last shots and raise my head from the camera. Dripping water she leaves the pool and moves to pick up her clothing. She quickly grabs all her clothes, turns her head towards me, gives me a quick wave and without waiting for a response moves into her house without a backward glance.

I sigh as I think about what just happened. I return to my planned shoot but am distracted throughout the rest of the night.

***

The next week goes by kind of slow. I feel guilty for the photos I took and I don't download them or look at them, they just sit in my camera. Multiple times throughout the week I almost delete them but something holds me back. I don't really know my neighbor so I feel I've betrayed a trust between us but at the same time I justify the pictures to myself with thoughts like, 'I'm artistic,' and 'I'm not a pervert,' and the ever popular, 'I didn't plan on it, she's the one who came out swimming.' Despite these justifications I know in my heart that what I did was wrong on many different levels. I can't decide what to do so I do nothing. I hope that future actions will tell me whether to delete the pictures or to download them.

Every night I glance outside my window hoping to catch a glimpse of her. The next Friday a glimmer of hope goes through me as I look outside and see a few paper lanterns hanging up in her backyard. I assume this means she is planning on being out back. Rationally, I know she probably won't repeat the skinny dipping scene but I don't care. I go to work and find myself distracted throughout the day wondering what she's planning. I come home after work and peek in her backyard and see it empty. I pause for a few seconds to examine my thoughts. I realize I am becoming a little obsessive in my thoughts of her and that I need to calm down. The glimpse I had into her life was just that, a glimpse. It probably meant nothing to her and she's most likely already forgotten about it. Resolved to put her out of my mind I make myself dinner and relax. I turn the TV to a Lakers game and settle in for the night. After a while I get up to grab a Blue Moon beer out of the fridge. I glance out the window and notice a glow from her backyard indicating her lights are on. I stand there for a moment contemplating my resolve.

Just a quick peek I tell myself.

Yeah right!

I go to my back window and glance outside. Darkness has fallen but her backyard is filled with soft glowing light from the lanterns and her pool light is on again. When I first see her she has her back to me and is talking to two men. All three are dressed up as if they'd just come from a night on the town. The two guys are each wearing black slacks, one has black hair and is wearing a white dress shirt, the other is blonde and wearing a turquoise dress shirt. Both are lean and clean cut and look like they belonged in a fashion magazine. My neighbor is wearing a red summer dress that had spaghetti straps and ends mid-thigh. It's sexy and elegant without being over the top. She's wearing black high heels and has her hair piled on top of her head in stylish curls while falling to either side of her face. The shadows make the muscles on her body stand out. From where I'm standing I can see the definition in her legs and arms. She looks like a toned version of Kim Kardashian. After a few seconds I see her head turn and look at my window. She only glances for a second before she turns back to her friends. I know with no lights on inside it would be impossible to see me.

I wonder what they're doing down there. Is it a friendly gathering? Are others coming? The sight of the two guys cools my lust a little bit, surely one of them is hitting on her. Just as I decide to turn away I see her friends turn into the house and she looks back up at my window again. Strange, why was she so interested in my house? On impulse I reach over to the light switch for my porch. I flick it up and hold it a second then turn it back off. The effect is instantaneous, she smiles and turns to face her friends who have just come back out. They hand her a fresh drink and then stand there chatting. Weird, I'm not sure what silent communication passed between us or possessed me to let her know I'm watching but I sense that she wants me too. I quickly grab a bar stool and crack a window so I could hear and sit down to watch.

With the window open I hear the distant murmur of music softly playing from her back yard. She continues to talk to her guests and I'm starting to get the impression that it's only the three of them and that no more people are coming. I hear a light laugh and see her reach out a hand and place it on the arm of the blonde. After a second her fingers slide off his arm in a trailing manner. Lucky guy I think, I guess he might be the chosen target of my neighbor. Just as I think that I hear another laugh and watched her playfully slap the arm of dark haired guy.

Interesting...

I watch for a few minutes as she flirts with both men. I'm starting to get bored and I'm not sure what I'm supposed to be watching. I'm starting to think that I may have imagined the whole unspoken communication thing between us. Just as I set my feet on the ground to go back to my basketball game I see her turn her back to them and walk to the edge of the pool. She slips out of her high heels and turns to say something that they both laugh at. She turns back around toward the pool. With her back to them, they can't see as she blows a kiss in the direction of my house. She correctly assumes I'm still watching. Spellbound, I watch as she reaches into her hair and pulls out some pins letting it fall free. She turns her head and says something to her friends and then turns back and without hesitation she reaches down grabs the hem of her dress and pulls it over her head and off. In a second she's standing there wearing only a pair of purple panties.

Wow! Both men can't take their eyes off her and I can't blame them because I can't either. She lets the dress fall from her fingers to the concrete and stands there for a minute. Her breasts are large and firm with light brown nipples. She smirks as she stands at the edge of the water and then dives in. Both guys have their jaws dropped as she comes to the surface facing them. She laughs and says something to them. Instantly both men start taking off their clothes. She swims back toward them and climbs the steps. Her panties are a string bikini cut and the backside barely covers her ass. I can see most of her cheeks and half of the crack of her butt. While her friends are looking down as they shuck out of their pants she looks over her back toward me and wiggles her butt. I smile and then reach toward my light switch, I check to make sure neither guy is watching and quickly flick my light on and off again. She smiles and looks back at her friends, they're still heads down stripping down to their underwear. Quickly neighbor girl reaches behind her, hooks a thumb in her panties and pulls the backside down to below her butt. She goes back to chatting with her friends with them being oblivious to the fact that she is mooning me. Despite the fact that she is flashing me her butt I was jealous of the up close and personal view each of them is receiving. With the lanterns and moonlight I can only see her body in partial light and shadow, it's a maddening tease. Her butt looks tight and firm and even from a distance I'm fascinated by the water glistening of her cheeks. I can't help but laugh, this girl is crazy.

Her friends are finally in their underwear, each one wearing a black sport short and walking to the pool. She backs away and her hands surreptitiously pull up the backside of her panties as she slips back into the water. They play around for a few minutes, each of the guys chasing her and trying to grab her and she keeps slipping away and laughing. Finally they work together and manage to corner her. Dark haired guy manages to grab her and pull her toward him for a kiss. Her arms go around his head as she melts into him and kisses back. For a second everyone freezes and the only sound is the music playing softly, they're standing in water that just reaches the top of her panties. Blondie slips up behind her, I watch as blondie hooks his thumbs into her panties and then he submerges and pulls them down below the water, a second later he surfaces with her panties in his hands. He tosses them to the side of the pool and runs a finger down her back. She breaks the kiss with dark haired boy and turns to face blondie, she cups his cheek and then pulls him in for a kiss. Dark hair keeps his hands on her hips as the other two kiss and I see blondie start stroking the front of her body with his hands. Soon enough she breaks the kiss with blondie and then looks back and forth between them. They talk and she nods her head and they all start to wade to shore. Both men are ahead of her as they reach the steps, then neighbor girl looks back toward me and quickly waves before either guy notices. She steps out of the pool and I have one last look at her beautiful ass before I watch all three of them walk into her house.

***

My earlier doubt was erased from my mind. I know I shouldn't have taken the pictures of her but she really didn't seem to mind me seeing her. I would see what I had and give her any good shots that I captured. The next day I go through the shots from my previous week's work. I work on my blood moon composite and force myself to ignore the other shots I'd taken. After a few hours of highly distracted work I finally have a composite of the blood moon skyline that I can download and make into a canvas. I pause and look at my camera card, the moment of truth, nervously I download the rest of the images of her into a separate folder. I realize I feel like a kid at Christmas and my heart is beating rapidly. I watch as the computer tells me it's downloading, tapping my foot as the bar goes from 18% to 39% to 53% to 82% to 97%. It pauses at 97% for a few seconds and I have to resist the urge to scream. Finally it signals all downloaded. I quickly open the files and drop them into a browser. I go to the ones that I thought would be best. I click them open... WOW! Sometimes I am a damn good photographer and sometimes the image is just so beautiful any idiot can make it awesome. This was one of those combinations of the two. I had caught her beauty perfectly. It was a full shot of the pool, it showed her under the water, she had just pushed forward and her arms were by her side, her hair was streaming back to just past her shoulders. The pool and moon light had combined perfectly to give her an otherworldly glow and the ripples had smoothed to just the right moment to allow you to see a fairly clear shot of her entire body, like looking through shadowed glass. Her ass was beautifully defined and she looked a goddess in her element. It was extraordinary.

Happily I scrolled through the rest of the shots. Some were good, some were not. Then I hit one of the last ones and found gold once again. On the second shot she was halfway out of the water on the steps. Water streamed off her body and once again the glow of the pool and moonlight turned her body ethereal. Her black hair clung to her back and most of her butt was above the water. She had just glanced to the side so you could see the profile of her face and a small smile played on her lips. In my mind I imagined the emotions that may have played across her thoughts, whimsy, seduction, playfulness. All these feelings and more crossed my mind. I started to get hard as I imagined different scenarios that might have happened due to that smile. In each of these improbable scenes we ended up in the water writhing in ecstasy.

I clean up both images and add them to the folder with my moon poster. I went to a website that prints canvasses and quickly drop them into a work folder. I order a giant canvas of the skyline for my house and then I order one of each of the other shots sized 20x30. I send the moon picture to my house and then put in her address and send her a note to accompany it.

'I'm leaving the originals of all the pictures I took on a CD in your mailbox. I'm sorry if these pictures upset you. You were just too beautiful.'

I press send, then I burn her pics to a CD and delete all the files on my computer. I'll wait till my own picture is delivered and then leave the CD in her mail. Satisfied I've met my own moral compass while satisfying my artistic urges I close my laptop and get up to make myself a meal.

The next few days I can't get my mind off the neighbor. The images of both nights are imbedded in my mind. I looked out back constantly but never see her. I pull into my driveway three days later and I have a package on my doorstep, given the shape I know it's my photograph. I back my black Ford Explorer SUV out of the driveway and drive back down the street. I can see the two pictures I sent her on the doorstep. I stop the car and reach into my center console and grab the CD. I drop it in her mailbox and hurriedly get in my car and drive back to my house. My mouth is dry and my heart is pounding. I stay in the seat as I park in the driveway and shut off the engine. I'm starting to get really nervous as I think about the situation. At the time I was caught up in the moment of what had happened. In my mind I imagined a playful and friendly personality that coincided with mine. What if that wasn't the case? Jesus Christ! I had taken pictures of her naked in her pool. By any definition of the word most girls would find that creepy if not outright criminal. What the fuck was I thinking? She can call the police and have me arrested. I sit there banging my head gently against the steering wheel and contemplating all the ways this scenario can go bad. Fuck the police, what if she sick's her two boyfriends on me? That's all I need is two idiots banging away on my doorstep and clamoring for my blood. I decide I'd better not chance it. I need to go back to her house, steal the CD and pictures from her doorstep and pretend none of this ever happened. I start the car, back out and drive back to her house... just in time to see her holding the mail in one hand with the pictures balanced against one knee and unlocking her door.

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