I had never paid much attention to Jessica, my next-door neighbor, during high school. First, she was three years younger than me, so growing up we never really hung out, and then in school we never had class together. Second, we just ran in very different circles anyway. Jessica had always been an athlete, swimming and track, while I had been focused on school. And at just over six foot and naturally trim, it wasn't unheard of for me to have a girlfriend.
In my own defense, I wasn't completely devoid of athletic skill, though I would never have been a star. But I had always been above average in the classroom, so that's where I devoted my time and energy.
It all paid off three years ago, when I started school at Stanford. I was pre-law with everything going for me. Including a summer internship with my uncle's law firm, which is what brought me back home to begin with.
The first few weeks went by fine, nothing exciting happening. I still had some high school friends in town, so whenever I had free time I hung out with them. I don't think I even saw Jessica in those first few weeks, but then again, she was still in school. My mom at one point did say something about her growing up, but I didn't really pay attention.
The first time I really saw Jessica was on her graduation day. She was taking pictures with her family, dressed in her cap and gown. I certainly couldn't see much, but I saw that her face had become even prettier. When we were in high school, she had been pretty enough, but like I said, I had been focused on school.
It looked like she had lost her baby fat, as her face had slimmed somewhat. She still had that All-American, "girl next door" look to her, but what guy didn't like that? She was blonder than I remembered, but I hadn't seen her in two years or so. I really didn't think much of it all, except that she had grown into a pretty young woman.
A week later, my parents left for the weekend. They were both semi-retired, with the emphasis on the retired. They were gone constantly, with was fine with me. Not that I had anything exciting to do, but I had become used to living on my own. They left Friday morning, before I even got up.
I finished up work and was on my way home when I got a message from one of my friends that "everyone" was going out tonight. What I really wanted was just to sit by the pool and drink, whether or not anyone else was with me. The bars had never really been my thing, but that didn't always stop me from going anyway.
Reluctantly I went out, and did manage to have a decent time. A few people I hadn't seen in a while were out too, so my friend hadn't been completely full of shit. And as always, there were beautiful girls out, making me wish I had the guts to just take one of them home. It had been months since the last time I'd been with anyone.
By the time I got home, I was looking forward to having another beer and a relaxing dip in the pool. My head was just barely buzzing, making me feel relaxed and happy. I pulled into the garage and went straight to my room to change into my trunks.
I grabbed a towel and my precious beer and walked onto our back patio. I didn't' bother to turn on any lights as I walked out. I was drinking my beer as I walked, and what I saw, once I processed it, almost made me spit it out. There was someone already in my pool, and it was female. It took me another full second to realize that this mystery swimmer was also naked!
Whoever it was had an easy stroke and was clearly a strong swimmer. She was blond, her hair probably just below her shoulders. She still had not noticed me standing there, watching her. The water glided over her shapely body and I felt a stirring in my shorts. I took another sip of beer and thanked God my parents had put in the pool.
This swimmer then finished her lap and stopped, wiping the water from her eyes. Still not noticing me, she pushed away from the edge and back into the pool, but this time swimming on her back. I was just about to search for her bathing suit, but immediately forgot about it when her spectacular body came into view.
There wasn't much light, and her face was hidden in shadows, but there was enough to make out the clear mounds of flesh on her chest. They were ample, but not big. Perfectly proportioned to her long slender body, the water flowed over and around them erotically. I looked farther down her body, to where her legs were leisurely kicking, but couldn't make out any details.
Just then, she pulled even with me and saw me. She yelped out in shock and instantly moved to cover herself. It was then that I got a good look at her face and saw that it was my neighbor Jessica!
"Jesus Mark, you scared the shit out of me," she said, out of breath.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you in my pool," I said, stressing where she was playfully. "Do you often break into people's pools in the middle of the night?" It was well past midnight by now, which had made the surprise of finding someone in my pool all the more complete.
"I thought you went with your parents," was all she said. She was still not making any move to get out of the pool.
"You know, it's silly to sit here talking in the dark like this…" I trailed off. I was pretty sure she didn't know I had seen her nakedness.
"No!" she almost yelled, stifling herself in case she woke up her own parents.
"No? Why not?"
"Because I'm…I'm skinny dipping," she said, the first hint of embarrassment creeping into her voice.
"Whoa, whoa whoa," I started, faking outrage and shock. "I come home to find my hot neighbor naked in my pool, and she expects me to leave the lights off?!"
"Oh shut up Mark, and just look the other way while I put my suit back on." She started swimming to the edge and I reluctantly did as I was told. When I heard her get out of the pool, I tried to steal a peek, but couldn't really see much. Still too dark.
"I'm sorry, I should really be going home anyway," she said, and I turned, hoping she wasn't clothed yet. Damn, she was.
"Jessica, I really don't care. You can stay longer if you want." I was desperately hoping she would, the alcohol only heightening my arousal.
"I bet you'd like that," she said, moving her head down to indicate my crotch. I looked down to see a very noticeable bulge, one that I hadn't even been aware of. "See you later tiger," she said over her shoulder, walking towards her own house. I watched the silhouette of her hips as she walked and felt myself get harder. Damn, she had turned into a drop-dead gorgeous woman!
I didn't even bother with the pool after that, going straight inside and jerking off. Her tone of voice as she walked away left me intrigued. It had been quite playful, even flirty. Whatever it was, it left me sure that it wouldn't be too awkward the next time we saw each other.
As it turns out, the next time we saw each other was the very next day. Except we didn't talk, so I'm not sure how awkward it was for her. It was sure as hell awkward for me though.
I was cutting the grass right after lunch, waiting to see if Jessica was going to come over or anything. By the time I got to the backyard, I was sweating through my T-shirt and ready for a cold drink. I was a little disappointed that Jessica had not come over to chat or anything, as our front yards are open to each other.
Our back yards are much more secluded, though by no means impenetrable. A row of short hedges and some trees give some privacy. In reality, it's more illusion than anything else. But right as I started the back, I saw Jessica walk out onto their patio, dressed in what was probably the same bikini from the night before. She had a towel draped over a shoulder and was holding a glass of cola in one hand.
From that distance I could make out her body and face pretty well. I had been right last night – Jessica had grown up into a full-blown knockout! She waved at me as I rode the mower by, and I managed to wave back. Before the trees blocked my view, I saw that she was about to catch some sun.
For the next half hour, I fought to mow in straight lines, as my head was constantly swiveling and bobbing for the best view of her already-tanned body. By the time I was done, I had caught enough split-second glimpses that I knew I would need a quick dip in the pool. As I already figured I'd be hot, I had on my trunks.
I parked the mower in the back shed and started walking back to the house. Of course I looked over again, expecting to see Jessica just as she had been. My eyes nearly bugged out of my head when I saw that she had taken off her top! I stopped dead in my tracks, unsure of what to do. I desperately wanted a better look, but it was broad daylight. There was no sneaking up on her.
Finally, I decided that even just a few feet closer would be enough. I slunk my way through the trees until I was in the middle of the tree line. There were trees closer, but I figured I'd stay in the shadows.
Just as I settled into a half-crouch behind a thick elm, Jessica lifted her head and I thought for sure she saw me. Instead, she reached over and grabbed her bottle of tanning lotion. I took a deep breath and said a quick prayer.
She started rubbing the lotion over her smooth skin, the lotion only adding to the effect. She started at her legs and worked her way up. Goddamn did she have a great body. Her legs were perfectly toned from hours of training, and the lotion only heightened my awareness.
By the time she got past her toned and flat stomach, my dick was already growing rapidly. Jessica next squirted some of her lotion directly onto her chest, and my jaw literally dropped. I don't think I'd ever seen anything sexier. I couldn't help but equate the lotion to my own hot liquid I would love to spray all over her chest.
As she rubbed the lotion over her perfect breasts she looked around the yard, checking for perverts like me. For a second, my heart stopped and I thought she saw me again, but her head just kept moving past me. I couldn't help but rub myself through my trunks as she leaned back in her chair and continued to knead the lotion onto her wonderful mounds, her tits glistening in the sun.
I could have easily jerked myself off right there, but remembered it was in the middle of the afternoon. Tragically, I tore myself away from my hiding place and snuck back into my house. I was just about to relieve my aching member when the phone rang. Turned out it was my parents just checking in, but it was enough to let my tension ease away on its own.
A quick dip in the pool to cool the rest of the way down and I was much calmer. The rest of the afternoon was spent lazing about the house, doing some light chores in between a nap and some light reading. I ate supper in front of the TV and did some work since I was kind of bored. Calling to my friends revealed they had more of the same planned, so I told them I'd skip the bars that night.
I had no idea what I'd do instead and got ready to watch a movie. I headed to my bedroom to pick out a movie. I just happened to glance out my second-story window and got an even better show. Turns out Jessica must have moved to a different bedroom in their house, as my window now looked directly into hers, through a very large patio door.
And there in her room was Jessica, standing stark naked. Her back was to me, and she was looking at herself in the mirror, probably examining the day's tanning. I immediately felt a surge of electricity shoot through my groin, fixing me in place. I knew that if I kept my light on, she could spot me even easier. After a few seconds, I sprinted across my room and shut the light off.
I got back to the window and let out a sigh of relief as Jessica was still standing there. Now both of us could examine her body. Discounting the night before in my pool on account of bad lighting, this was my best view of her yet. As it was, I could only see her back since she was standing directly in front of the mirror.
But that was more than enough. Every muscle on her body looked to be stretched tight. Her calves were perfectly shaped from miles of running and her thighs were slim but powerful looking. All leading up to the most perfect heart-shaped ass I'd ever seen. Her back was smooth and flawless, like all of her skin, and shone with a healthy tan.
I reached down, gripped my hardening shaft, and started stroking myself through my shorts. This was absolutely too much for me to take. Jessica started moving around, getting different views of herself in the mirror. This gave me a perfect profile of her perky tits, sitting proud and high on her chest. Then she ran her hands up to heft each of them and I almost lost it.
I frantically grabbed a sock from the floor, not wanting to paint my wall. I looked back up to see that Jessica was walking to the far side of her bed. Just a little longer, I thought to myself, my hand starting to stroke up and down my length with purpose. But if I was afraid of her leaving or putting clothes on, I was way off.
She bent over at the waist and reached into her bedside table, giving me more fuel for my fantasies. She pulled something out, exactly what I couldn't see, and tiptoed to her door. Listening for a second, she returned to her bed and laid down on her back. I wondered for a second just what the hell this was all about and then was shocked when I realized what she was about to do.
To confirm my guess, I saw what she was holding in her hand – a light blue vibrator. My cock twitched and I fought down my climax. I watched, enthralled, as Jessica spread her legs and ran her free hand down to her box. I had a perfect profile view of her, but that meant unfortunately I couldn't see the real action. But this was more than anything I'd ever expected!
Jessica gently sucked the vibrator into her mouth, her lips looking amazingly soft even from 60 feet away. I groaned my appreciation involuntarily, and my heart stopped, thinking she would hear me. The window's closed stupid, I thought. Then I noticed that Jessica's patio door was opened considerably and decided to take a chance. Opening my own window, I told myself to keep quiet no matter what I saw.
I finished opening it just as Jessica started moving her toy down her stomach. Her head was lying on a pillow and her eyes were closed, her face the picture of relaxed pleasure. I was beyond fascinated when I watched her slip the vibrator between her legs, wishing I could see her pussy.
I listened intently, trying to pick up the sound of the vibrator but couldn't. Instead, I heard Jessica moan longingly and watched her hand make rhythmic motions between her legs. Her thighs blocked my view, but they weren't bad to look at anyway. I wondered what they'd feel like clamped around my waist if my dick ever replaced that enviable vibrator.
Her hand sped up considerably and I felt myself about to lose it. Her moaning became more obvious, and when her free hand moved up to play with her tit, I felt my orgasm start. I watched her hand gently tweak her nipple, just before I unloaded myself into my measly sock.
Still, I came hard enough that I inadvertently grunted, just a little too loud. This time, my head wasn't the only one to whip up in alarm. Jessica immediately stopped and grabbed a robe that must have been hanging nearby. I dropped my head below my window when she raced to her patio door.
I'm sure she stared out for a few minutes, before I heard her door shut. I waited a little longer before peaking my head up again. This time, there was nothing to see except Jessica's drapes drawn across the window. Fuck, I thought to myself. I flipped my light back on and cleaned up my mess.
For the rest of the night, I half expected Jessica to storm over and bitch me out, or maybe just call to do it. But nothing of the sort happened. I watched my movie and generally wasted my night away before going to bed.
I woke up the next day with that same sense of dread though. She might not have known what to say, or too embarrassed, the night before, but after sleeping on it, she might have something to say. It was almost lunch when I woke up, so I head straight downstairs to the kitchen for something to eat.
I looked out the big window while I made a sandwich and saw Jessica, my heart stopping. But I saw that she was running down the street, not stalking up my front walk. Her blond hair was pulled back into a long ponytail that swished back and forth to the tempo of her stride.
Since she was focused on running, I took a moment to admire her. And since she was wearing one of those small portable radios, I figured she was too intent to notice. She was wearing just a white sports bra on top, which did a decent job of holding her cleavage under control. Her sexy midriff was left bare, and a pair of those tiny red running shorts was the only other article of clothing besides shoes.
I watched her run until she was out of view, wondering just when the hell she had developed into such a stunner. Shaking my head, I went back to my sandwich. After I ate it, I found myself hanging out near the front of the house, hoping to spot Jessica on her return circuit, but to no avail. In fact, I didn't see her the rest of the day, and believe me I was looking.
After I had eaten dinner, I had given up on seeing her in something skimpy. On the plus side, I figured either she wasn't going to say anything to me about last night, or she didn't know I had seen her. But when she called just after sunset, my breath caught in my throat all the same.
"Hey Mark, what're you up to?" she asked casually.
"Nothing, really," I said, hoping she couldn't hear my heart hammering through the phone. "Why, what's up?"
"Nothing, I'm just bored."
I blew a quiet sigh of relief. My guess was she didn't know I'd seen her.
"Yeah, I am too. I already did some work, so I'm actually ahead."
"Great. Maybe I can come over and use your pool," she joked.
"Just as long as you use it naked, and I have time to hide the camera." Hey, now there was an idea! I thought to my perverted self.
"Great, I'll be over in a few," she said perkily before hanging up. I didn't think anything of it, but I was still hoping….
A few minutes later I was sitting in the living room when I heard the back patio door open and then close. I wasn't even hoping she'd be naked already, but maybe at least a swimsuit.
Instead, she was wearing an outfit very similar to the one she had gone running in. This time, the sports bra was replaced by a very tight, white tank top, and the red shorts were now orange. And instead of running shoes, she had on a pair of thong sandals. If she would just turn around, I could find out if she had on any other thong apparel.
"Hey there," she said lightly, as if we hung out all the time. Honestly, I wouldn't mind that at all.
"Hey," I said, feigning nonchalance and staring at the TV. "You didn't even bother with a towel? Nice."
"What?" she started. "Oh yeah. Eh, I decided against it for now. Maybe some other night." God I hoped so.
For the next hour or so we just hung and chatted, leaving the TV on as background and a conversation starter. It turns out that Jessica was much more intelligent than I had thought, forcing me to scold myself on my shallow judgment. She easily kept up with me through most of our talking, which was impressive for her age. Most high school seniors could care less about what was happening outside their social lives.
It was getting close to ten o'clock, and I knew I should start thinking about bed. But I didn't want to send Jessica home either. She was fun to talk to, and fun to look at too. So far, I had managed to hold back any impulses, avoiding any awkward "swelling."
I was flipping through the channels, looking for anything remotely interesting to prolong the night, when I flipped right past the adult station. There was only a quick flash of a bare breast, and I suddenly grew very aware of Jessica next to me and what I had seen the night before.