The Bitch Next Door

What would you do, if you had just moved into a new neighbourhood and discovered that your new neighbours were actually... nudists, with an edge?

The house stood on the largest lot in the neighbourhood. A large two-storey with enough trees around its grounds to qualify it as an urban forest. The areas of grass were lush and trimmed immaculately and flowers filled the curving beds that bordered the sections of lawn. A number of smaller buildings were dotted here and there amongst the trees... a utility shed, a tea house, a guest house and a greenhouse.

Adjacent to the house, there was a large patio with chaise lounges for suntanning and relaxing. Beyond that, a large firepit and seating area. The final amenity of note was a spacious deck that had a large, round redwood hot tub sunk into it. The tub was deep enough for an average person to stand and be in warm water right up to their neck, but fold down benches allowed one to relax comfortably and chat with friends while enjoying a nice soak. The best thing about this deck was that it was tucked away and hidden from view of any of the surrounding homes. In fact, all of the grounds were hidden from view and afforded the owners absolute privacy for whatever they chose to partake in. Well... hidden from every other surrounding window of their neighbours, except one. A space had been left in the wall of trees to give a private view from the upstairs bedroom window of the house on the west side of the property.

Trillium House, as the cast sign near the front door read, was owned by a couple named Horst and Joan. Mid forties, comfortably well-off and quite avant-garde.

This story, however, is centred around the younger couple who lived next door... in the house with a view. Their names are Joey and Brandy. As you'll see soon enough... they were a rather odd couple, though he was quite likeable, his wife left a lot to be desired.

The story begins on a warm afternoon that sees Horst and Joanie --as she let friends call her, relaxing in their backyard, fussing amongst the flowers. This was a typical summer afternoon activity and both wore only their sandals and large-brimmed hats woven from palm fronds... and nothing else. It was a Saturday, so neither of their gardeners were about the grounds --not that that would require them to wear any clothes. Both gardeners enjoyed the freedom too, when the circumstances allowed it. Trillium House was a pretty relaxed place all in all.

The neighbours who had originally owned the house next door were very close friends of Horst and Joanie. So close, in fact, they had their own private gate between properties so each could come and go as they pleased with no worry about clothes or robes or any such fuss. They barbecued, they soaked and they partied. Life was very good. But...

As life has a way of getting in the way, a job interfered and a transfer took their closest friends to the other side of the country. With their best friends gone, one might say that the natives were restless, and restless anything, usually leads to trouble. Enter now, the new owners of the house... Joey and Brandy.

They had moved in the previous month and except for a few friendly chats on the front drives, they had not really gotten to know the new couple at all. They had taken a nice bottle of wine over as a house warming gift and just to introduce themselves, but they never got past the front door.

Joey and Brandy were younger than Horst and Joanie by more than a decade; probably closer to two. Neither had particularly interesting careers so it was assumed that one of them must have come from, or into, enough money to allow them to live in this particular neighbourhood. Neither Horst nor Joanie cared one way or another; they weren't money people. That could not be said, however, for everyone else in the area.

Because they enjoyed their freedom in their backyard, Horst was in the habit of locking the side gate so as to avoid any uncomfortable situations when people arrived unexpectedly. For days like today, however, when Horst had been puttering in the side garden, the gate was left unlocked and there was a pleasant bell that rang whenever the gate was opened by someone.

Perhaps it was fate that caused them to miss the warning bell on that particular afternoon.

Joanie had spotted him first. Joey came around the corner of the giant clematis and stopped as he took in the grand scale of his neighbour's grounds. He looked towards the outbuildings and the greenhouse, then over towards the patio and the deck. He hadn't spotted either Horst or Joanie trimming things near the rose garden.

Neither made any attempt to feign modesty and move towards the hooks where their robes had been hung earlier. Perhaps they both unconsciously agreed that this would be a good test of their new neighbour's character.

"Hello there Neighbour!" Joanie called out.

Joey turned in the direction of the greeting. At first he thought his imagination was playing some sort of twisted game with his eyes, but then realized that he was actually looking at Joanie and she was as naked as the two peacocks that were strutting across the lawn near her. Her large breasts and dark-coloured areola were like beacons that his eyes, quite involuntarily, zeroed in on. She had a beautiful body and with curvy hips, a narrow waist and long, shapely legs... she was still able to draw the attention of men half her age.

Joey panicked. Not knowing where to look or how to extract himself from this most awkward of situations, he just started babbling.

"Oh, uh, uh... hi," he called back, putting his hand up to his eye and turning away from his naked neighbour.

"Ha ha ha ha ha!" Joanie laughed as she began striding towards the wilting flower that Joey was turning into.

"You look like you've just scene a ghost!" she teased.

"Uh... oh... uh... my God, I'm sorry... I had no idea," he sputtered and flustered as he blushed.

Joanie knew that he was lying. Well... maybe not lying, but certainly not being truthful. On more than one occasion over the past month, they had noticed both Joey and his wife standing at the bedroom window looking out into their property. Times when both her and Horst were quite naked.

As Joanie drew closer, one of the peacocks had taken to flight and flew in a rush of feathers and strong wing beats up to the top of the gazebo that covered part of the deck. Joey spun around, startled by the great bird.

"Ha ha ha ha!" Joanie laughed again. "I think he wants to check you out, Joey!"

Now Joanie was only about 30 feet away and Joey began turning and squirming as if he might corkscrew himself right into the ground where he stood!

"Uh... uh... what do you want me to do?" Joey's voice was filled with panic as Joanie walked right past him and towards her robe that was hanging in its spot near the lounge chairs.

He watched as she turned her back to him and slipped into the soft material and drew it closed. He couldn't help but notice the lovely curvature of her smooth butt. He'd never really been that attracted to older women, but Joanie? There was really something about her and that fuck you attitude!

"What do I want you to do? Oh my... I could give you a nice list if you're really asking?" She laughed again and then put him out of his misery and stopped teasing him. "My apology, Joey, we should have warned you that we like to garden in our earthy little way... but how does one tell new neighbours that they're a nudist?"

Joey settled down, but when Horst strolled up and joined the two of them without bothering to put his own robe on, Joey kind of lost it with awkward shyness again. Horst was hung like a man-donkey and although Joey thought of himself as straight... he couldn't help but stare. It was long, it was fat and the skin on Horst's cock was somewhat red and stretched awfully tight, like you might imagine a freshly stuffed sausage at the local butcher's might look like. 'Jesus!' he thought to himself, making a mental note not to stand beside Horst if he, Joey, ever got up the courage to get naked. Joanie saved the day when she appeared with a tray and served lemonade on the deck.

After Horst had literally put on his one-man show, Joey calmed himself once again and brought up why he was in their backyard in the first place. As it turned out, he had been wanting to borrow a ladder to do some sort of a job over in his own backyard. He asked, but they quickly talked him out of it with Horst promising to help him with whatever he wanted to do... the next day.

"It's too nice of a day for that Joey. We were going to spend the afternoon relaxing and having a soak in the tub... why don't you and Brandy join us and we can get to know you two better?" Joanie asked as she smiled and refilled his glass. The tie on her robe had come loose and Joey was treated to a closeup view of her heavy breasts and teasing cleavage. He inhaled subtly as she leaned close.

Of course none of this was an accident, at least not on Joanie or Horst's parts. It unfolded quite nicely having poor Joey stumble into their backyard and then be teased by this lovely temptress. They seized the opportunity and used it as a test to see just what kind of fun their new neighbours might be up for. Joey was playing shy, but Joanie caught him looking enough times to know just how ripe he was for harvesting. The real question was, how young Brandy would respond when she was tested too.

Joey was more relaxed now and Horst's offer to help him the next day had made it easy for him to accept their offer of a relaxing afternoon. He was not so sure, however, that his wife would be as interested as he was. Perhaps curious, should be added to the word, interested, as well. Joanie had set the bait and Joey had swallowed it like the horny young wanker that he was.

Excusing himself from his host's presence, he strolled out onto one of the lawns and called Brandy on his cell. Joanie and Horst watched as he walked and talked in animated form, obviously doing his best to convince his wife that they should accept the offer and get to know their new neighbours better.

Joanie called out, quite mischievously, for him to tell her to wear her bathing suit. Of course, they had no intention of letting either of them wear anything once everyone was settled in and comfortable. Joanie was loving this little game of cat and mouse and with a bit of luck, they'd have this nice young couple naked in the hot tub by the end of the afternoon and then... who knew where things might lead. She hadn't actually had any young cock for quite some time now and she'd gotten her hopes up as soon as she'd noticed him peeping at her in the garden.

It took a bit of convincing, but an hour later Brandy was laying on one of the chaise lounges with dark sunglasses hiding her eyes and a large margarita in her hand. She could have passed for a young starlet laying there soaking up the sun and the alcohol. She wore what both Horst and Joanie had judged a... betweenie. She wasn't covered up like someone's granny, but she wasn't exactly flaunting her nicely ample bits either. Blonde, tight and curvy-petite, with a cute face. She'd do.

The chat was cordial and no one broke the 'law of 3' that intelligent, new acquaintances knew they should always respect--at least for the first hour or so. You know... sex, religion and politics? Joey and Brandy--or perhaps just Brandy, enjoyed telling about their many exotic vacations and how they managed to find themselves living in this upscale neighbourhood and what important positions both her and Joey had at their places of employment. Joanie and Horst were polite and played the good hosts... listening and adding only the occasional comment, as appropriate. Youth and alcohol, though, were neither friends of dear, sweet Brandy. She interpreted their politeness as genuine interest, perhaps even a bit of envy. So instead of talking less and holding back a bit, she went for the gold medal in the bragging competition.

To help make their guests feel more comfortable, Joanie and Horst had slipped into their bathing suits, not wanting to scare the mousy Brandy away before they could see what fun might be possible. Joanie was sure that she had Joey nicely on a leash, but it could all come sliding, disappointingly, down if his wife didn't see the possibilities too. Their plans were to play, not instigate an awkward moment with their new neighbours.

Horst and Joanie cut her some slack, though, and just kept smiling as she rambled on. She reminded them both of someone who might be featured on Real Housewives of... wherever.

It wasn't a mistake how Joanie had made the lounge chair arrangements. She'd had Horst in the far chair, then Joey, Brandy and herself being the final bookend. Horst could get to know Joey a bit better while she worked on Brandy. She planned to keep Brandy looking in her direction so she couldn't see her Joey's reactions to the teasing Joanie had planned. The afternoon was quite hot and the sky a clear, deep blue colour. Between the margarita's and the heat of the sun, she planned to peel Brandy's social failings away, layer by layer until she could see just what potential really was hidden beneath her arrogance and poor social skills. Joanie thought she may even enjoy getting in between those toned thighs and having a little taste before Horst really started welcoming this prissy little so-and-so to the neighbourhood.

As she lay, sipping her drink, Joanie crossed her long legs at the ankles and moved her feet about just enough to catch Joey's eye. While she egged Brandy on to tell her more about herself, she pointed her deep red, painted toes and watched as Joey had more and more trouble not looking over at her well-cared for feet.

"Somebody has a foot fetish," she thought to herself with another little smile.

She turned to lay on her side facing Brandy and now she could move her top leg and pose it as if she were stretched out on her bed letting all of her sexual signals fill the room intoxicatingly. The posing was completely lost on Brandy, but not on Joey. As Joanie slowly drew her pointed toes across the curve of her shapely calf muscle, she watched Joey's eyes follow along helplessly. Her toes were the magnet and Joey's eyes were locked on as if they were filled with submissive little iron pellets. He'd chosen Horst's import beer as his drink of preference and just as Brandy's resistance had melted away a little, so had Joey's. His shorts were quite loose-fitting and Joanie was sure that there was a nice tent pole hiding in the jumble of material. She toyed with the idea of asking him for his assistance and forcing his embarrassment. She gave him a pass, however, and excused herself to bring another round of drinks out for their guests.

In the kitchen, she had slipped out of her bathing suit, deciding that the guests were primed quite nicely for her next play. As she set the glasses on the tray, the screen door slid open and there was Brandy standing there asking to use the washroom. Between the effect of the first two margaritas and her dark sunglasses, she didn't give any signs, whatsoever, that she had even noticed that Joanie was now standing at the kitchen island completely naked.

Returning to the patio, poor Joey didn't know what to say or where to look as Joanie strutted towards him with the tray of fresh drinks.

"It is turning out to be a real scorcher," Joanie said in an innocent voice, dragging out the first syllable of the word inferring hot. "Feel free to make yourself more comfortable if you like. We're all grownups here," she added.

Joey stammered and looked at Horst, but he was now standing beside his lounge and was sliding his own trunks down his legs.

As Joanie was setting Brandy's fresh drink down by her spot, she walked out of the house and froze.

"Here's a fresh drink for you, love," Joanie said cheerily. "Feel free to loose the suit and join us," she repeated. "We're all grownups here and I'm sure someone as well travelled as you... has seen their fare share of tempting dicks and titties." She emphasized the word tempting intentionally.

Horst had just dropped his trunks and still had his back to their guests as Brandy approached the little group. As if on cue, he turned and gave Brandy a full on view of his now naked cock. He looked directly at her and smiled.

"Nothing you haven't seen already," he said, making reference to their watching them through their bedroom window.

Brandy sat back down and took an adult size sip of her drink.

"So..." Joey began. "You guys are nudists? That's pretty cool!" he tried to sound grown-up and not like some awkward teenager.

Joanie laughed as he stated the obvious and rolled back onto her side to face their guests. Again she ran the point of her toes up the length of her calf and rested her head in her right hand to sit up a bit. She smiled to herself as the image of Mrs. Robinson, in The Graduate, flashed through her mind.

"You don't have to feel uncomfortable,"Horst now added. "If you want to stay in your swim suits, that's okay." And he shrugged his shoulders and shook his head in an attempt to coax them into feeling like they had a choice.

Neither Joey nor Brandy said anything to the remark, but just continued to let their older hosts talk, as they laid there feeling like they didn't know what to say next.

"We've spent a fair amount of time sailing down in the islands... BVI, St. Kitts... you know, Antigua. Oh my God!" she laughed, "The only time anyone wears anything is when they first land and when they're leaving to go home! It's just a hoot!" Joanie added animatedly.

Joey was now looking a little more relaxed and as Joanie laughed and told her story, he found himself enjoying a bit of new found bravery and was looking directly at Joanie as she spoke.

"Joey... if you're worried about getting a little... aroused," she giggled, "just relax. That's only natural to begin with and you'll get over it soon enough. Or not..." she giggled again.

"Well... I myself, have been to the Caribbean numerous times and must say that I've never seen anyone naked!" Brandy stated in a not so shy tone of voice.

Now it was Horst's turn.

"Come on guys... enjoy yourselves!" His voice was jovial and friendly. "If you've been to the Caribbean and not seen anyone naked... you mustn't have left your hotel room!" he said in a big, hardy voice as he chuckled. "The white gals are all chasing the black guys and the white guys are nearly tripping over their dicks watching the action!" he chuckled some more. "Next time, you come with us! You'll see more naked people than you've ever seen before! Ha, ha, ha, ha!"

And just like that, 2 agile hummingbirds took exception to the cherry red bathing suit that Brandy had on and hovered mere inches from the cups modestly hiding her pert little titties.

"Oh my," Joanie giggled, "even our little visitors here think you're quite a tasty little morsel, Brandy!"

It was now quite possibly the alcohol that was loosening the inhibitions, or perhaps Joey had wanted to join the fun since he had first laid eyes on Joanie's loveliness. Who could say and who cares, really. He stood and was just about to chuck his own modesty when Brandy threw the next dart at the balloon.

"I don't see anything so mature about running around exposing one's self. I suppose there are people that have loose morals or some sort of mental issues, but... you know. There's no way I'd join them and make a fool of my self."

Poor Joey froze mid tug as he was loosening the string on his trunks. Any chance of that little comment being allowed to stand and not spoil the afternoon was most certainly... dead. As the air went silent, he thought any chance now of getting along with their new neighbours, had also just died!