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Getting to Know The Neighbors Ch. 01

By: largefan



I allude to my previous story INTRO TO THE NUDE BEACH in this tale but this is a stand-alone story. People seemed to enjoy the other story quite a bit and I hope this one will entertain you as well. I always appreciate feedback.

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I was finally getting back to the beach. I'd been gone far too long, though the time had been well spent. The wealth generated from those years of hard work would afford me a great deal of flexibility for the rest of my life if I played my cards right. Those years of riding a desk had taken a toll on my body, though. I'd gotten far too thick around the middle and that probably took away some of the pleasure of being at the beach as well. Fortunately that changed...the thick around the middle, not the pleasure at the beach. 

I worked for many years as a business consultant which had provided me a comfortable living but nothing extravagant. Then I got the opportunity of a lifetime. A good friend of mine from college had started a business. He was a brilliant engineer but had no business sense at all. He found a niche supplying a test product for semiconductors that really became an industry standard. I started out advising him informally and then joined the company full time. Like most startups, meager salaries were traded for stock in the fledgling company. When the business took off, the value of the stock grew rapidly. After a few years my buddy got bored with the business hassles so he decided to sell the company to one of the big boys. This would allow him to chase whatever tech projects appealed to him. I stayed long enough to help with the transition but then I got fed up with politics of a bigger company and left. 

Our company was small by Silicon Valley standards so we'd been bought out for cash rather than stock. After sending off an obscene amount to Uncle Sam I was left with a tidy sum that, properly invested, would yield a very comfortable though not extravagant way of life. Fortunately my wants and needs are few and simple.

I didn't know what I wanted to do with all my free time but getting back in shape was high on my list. I started eating right and spent more time being active than sitting on my ass. Being fit was simple, but not easy. It was gratifying to see the steady progress. The extra weight was disappearing so I turned my attention to toning up the muscles that had been neglected for more than a decade. I didn't want to bulk up; some nice definition was what I was looking for. It felt great to be lean and fit again. The time I'd spent jogging helped me get firm but I didn't care for the farmer tan so I decided to balance that out. I remembered the weekends of my early twenties that I spent at a nude beach. I tan quickly and was always a deep bronze. 

I started spending about an hour or two a day lying out in the back corner of my yard knowing that my tan would even out. I selected this corner of my yard for its privacy. While I enjoy being nude and love being seen by women, I recognize it's not always appreciated. Most of the homes in my neighborhood were single story but one of my neighbors decided to add onto their home and built a second floor. Much of my yard was clearly visible from the upper rooms but this one corner was hidden by a tree and the fence. I wasn't happy about their addition but Steve and Nancy were a nice couple. They had a daughter, Samantha, who was about eleven when they first moved in. I would exchange pleasantries with Steve and Nancy when we'd see each other out front on the weekends. Steve and I would discuss the usual sports and work topics while Nancy and I seemed to gravitate towards yards and such. She was quite conservative so while she displayed a quick wit we never got flirty. Early forays towards even mildly risqué comments generated no response so I abandoned that area.

Sadly, about three years ago Steve was killed in a car accident. A trucker fell asleep at the wheel, crossed the center line and hit Steve head on. Nancy was devastated and I'm sure Samantha struggled with it as well, though I seldom had much contact with her. I felt bad and wanted to help out where I could. There wasn't much I could do for Samantha who was fifteen at the time. Nancy asked me for financial advice, which I gladly provided. Steve had a life insurance policy to go along with their savings. There wasn't a great deal there but it could have been far worse. Also, there was a lawsuit pending against the truck company so there would be more coming but just how much was anyone's guess. 

We talked when we ran into each other out front and I made a point of stopping by every couple of weeks to see if she needed anything. Sometimes there was a task that Steve used to handle that I would help out with but Nancy kept pretty much to herself. I often saw her leaving for a walk each morning, though. She was an avid walker and an early walk was part of her routine which kept her nice and trim.

If I ran into Samantha we'd talk about school and such. She was on a local swim team that competed year round so that always gave me an easy topic to ask about. That was a blessing because otherwise I would have been lost trying to talk to a teenager. I remember a couple years later I think I earned "cool old guy status" when I brokered a deal between her and her mom when Samantha got her first car on her seventeenth birthday. Nancy wanted to buy her a tank and Samantha wanted a sports car. Having lost her husband in a car accident, Nancy was determined to keep her daughter safe. Since I was offering advice with finances I was drawn into the battle. Samantha lobbied me hard and I assured her that I would see what I could do but I also explained to her where her mom was coming from. It always turned into a screaming match when the two of them discussed the car and they never touched on the real issue. It was too painful. Ultimately they both were happy when we settled on something rather sporty that had a great safety rating. I was a bit manipulative, though. I had convinced Samantha that her mom had dug in her heels and insisted on an old boxy Volvo. I assured her that I would try one more time to sway her mom. Of course, Nancy had already agreed to something sportier but Samantha was a teenage girl and would always push for more than what her mom wanted. I can still remember the look on Samantha's face when she saw her new car. I felt a little guilty when she shot me that grateful look. Her mom deserved the gratitude but Samantha thought I'd delivered her from years of four wheeled shame. 

That was a year ago and I had little enough contact with either of them during that time. Nancy and I would chat when we ran into each other doing yard work in our front yards or if I happened to be out when she took her walk. Nancy rarely smiled but the obvious pain of losing Steve had clearly dulled. I'm sure that Samantha had her moments of tears but I never saw them. Our contact was limited to getting an enthusiastic wave and a big smile each time she got into and out of her car. 

That was also the year that had turned my physical condition around. I looked even better than I did when I first started going to the beach in my early twenties. Back then I was trim but didn't work out at all. As I'd shed the extra pounds over the last year I found it very gratifying and pushed myself far more than I did as a kid. I couldn't claim a six pack but there was clear definition in my torso. I don't think I looked like a forty three year old man. 

It had probably been fifteen years since I was last at the beach. I locked my car and headed down the path to the coast. I smiled as I looked off to the left and remembered my first trip here to our local nude beach to meet Jean. That day was burned into my memory. Nothing like that had happened to me since and I doubted it ever would. I no longer used the area off to the left as it was more exposed to the wind. I'd found that the bluff on the right side of the beach provided shelter from the wind and yet also afforded a view of the path from the parking lot. This allowed me to get a sense of people arriving. You weren't close enough to recognize anyone but you could tell if you hoped they would settle near you or not. Sometimes an attractive female would venture to the left and I'd be able to see the general area where she did settle on the beach so I could pass that area on one of my walks to the other end of the beach along the water. Yes, I know...the nude beach is not supposed to be a sexual thing. It's about freedom and being comfortable with one's own body and blah, blah, blah... I suppose there are some more advanced individuals in this world but I just like to see naked women...so sue me. I was cool about it and never stared and I certainly wouldn't approach any of them. I had trouble enough approaching women when I had clothes on. Being rejected while naked wasn't my idea of a good time.

In any case, I moved off to the right and took up a position in the shelter of the bluff and set up my blanket, towel and beach chair. Even though it had been years there was no hesitation as I removed my shorts and t-shirt. The farmer tan was gone and I looked pretty good. Besides I had arrived early enough that the beach wasn't crowded. I always let fate determine who my neighbors would be rather than arriving late and trying to pick a spot. I popped in my ear buds, grabbed a book and settled into my beach chair to see what the beach gods would bring me. 

I watched the beach fill up as the day progressed. The demographics of the beach hadn't changed over the years. About a quarter would turn out to be young and fit people under thirty. Fully half of the beach population would be between thirty and fifty in varying shapes and sizes. Some were very good looking and some would have been better off keeping their clothes on. Up until two years ago I would have counted myself among those who should have stayed dressed. Finally there was the over fifty contingent and even within that group you could find some women who were striking. When I frequented this beach in my twenties I usually would have focused on that under thirty group. Now that I was forty three I was willing to cast a much wider net. Of course I doubted that any of the ladies in the under thirty crowd would give me the time of day. I could hardly expect them to feel differently than I did at that age, though my experience with Jean and Beth certainly expanded my horizons. 

Somewhere around two o'clock I saw two young ladies coming down to the beach. They were both very slender, one blonde and the other had dark hair. I couldn't tell at that distance if it was brown or black. They were wearing t-shirts and shorts and carried beach bags with them. They stopped briefly at the snack cart that positioned itself between the parking area and the beach proper. An enterprising young woman set up there each weekend selling sandwiches and sodas. Everyone had to pass it on their way down to the beach and it was easy for people to come up from the beach to buy stuff. The two young ladies completed their transaction and turned left, heading for the other end of the beach. I knew that I'd want to walk past them later to see if I could get a closer look. As I watched them move down the beach they stayed away from the water and remained up near where the scrub bushes met the sand. I made a mental note and knew that I would look their way when I made my final walk down the beach. 

I always hated traffic so I came to the beach early and left early to avoid the crowds on the highway. Leaving around three o'clock gave everyone a chance to arrive but I was long gone by the time they all piled into their cars to head home. It was about time for me to leave so I started my final walk to the other end of the beach. My pattern was to hug the waterline as I walked out but moved up the beach on my return. Using my peripheral vision I could see who was where. This allowed me to not appear to be taking that walk purely to gawk. I could always try to get a better look on my return trip. I suspect that I wasn't fooling anyone but the rationalization was important to me. 

I was able to spot those two young ladies on my trip out. I could see that they had taken their tops off but were still wearing bikini bottoms. They had very slight builds but looked like they could be cute. I planned to get a better sense on my return. It wasn't terribly long before I reached the far end and turned around. There's always a transition line where the sand remains firm because it gets soaked at high tide and just beyond the sand easily gives way beneath one's feet. It's very laborious to walk through the dry sand. If you're trudging through the dry sand it's obvious you're just checking people out so I keep just to the edge. As I neared the girls again I could see that one of them was kneeling behind a cooler considering its contents. She was wearing bikini bottoms with no top. Her friend was lying on her stomach. I was still looking straight ahead and my sunglasses hid the fact that my eyes were working overtime to look to my right. The kneeling girl selected a soda from the cooler, looked up and saw me walking. She looked very familiar and I soon realized that she was one of Samantha's teammates on the swim team. Her eyes were wide as if she didn't believe what she was seeing so I knew she recognized me. Suddenly I'm torn by the "normal" reaction to cover oneself when you're caught naked by someone you're acquainted with and an incredible thrill at being naked in front of her. Somehow I was able to not react and kept walking. At first she raised an arm to cover her breasts. The fact that I didn't appear to see her must have set her at ease as she lowered her arm. A moment later she stood up and appeared to even raise her shoulders and thrust her chest out a bit. Her tits weren't large but they were perky and she seemed very proud of them...rightfully so. If I could have thought of a way to approach her or even remember her name I might have wandered over. She never said a word as I walked past though I thought I heard some giggling as I moved off into the distance.

I was certainly surprised that girls as young as Samantha were at a nude beach. I wondered who her friend was but I knew it wasn't Samantha as this girl was blond. I began to wonder if she would tell Samantha about seeing me. I guessed that if she recognized me she likely would. How would Samantha react...and how would I react the next time we saw each other. I certainly wasn't going to bring it up and I doubted she would either. By the same token, how would Samantha's friend react if I saw her again? It was entirely possible that she didn't know that I'd seen or recognized her. All of these thoughts swirled in my head as I drove home. I was more than a little uncomfortable on the drive. I had a hard on that wouldn't quit. I couldn't wait to get home get home, strip off my gym shorts and get off.

Nancy was working in the front yard as I pulled into the driveway and waited for the opener to finish raising my garage door. I gave her a quick wave and then pulled the car in and started to get out. I figured that I had satisfied the norms of polite society with my wave and wanted to head right in. That hope was dashed as I heard Nancy call out my name as she came over onto my driveway. 

"Hey Bill, I know you're just getting home but could you give me a hand for just a minute? It really won't take long."

"Uh sure, what do you need Nancy?"

"I'm planting a new Crepe Myrtle and I want to make sure it's straight before I fill in the hole. Can you come hold it in place?"

"I can do that," I replied. 

It dawned on me that I still had an erection and that I was better off being hunched over filling in the hole than standing straight up with her on her knees next to me. 

"Why don't you get the tree lined up the way you want it and I'll push the dirt into place?"

"Nonsense, my hands are already dirty and I'm sort of picky about how I want the soil," she replied.

I sighed in resignation and joined her next to the young tree. It was already resting in the hole that she'd dug though it was listing a bit to one side. She got down on her knees while I grabbed the trunk. I looked down and saw that her head was only about eighteen inches from my crotch and my gym shorts weren't hiding my erection very well. I looked skyward to try to distract myself from the mental image of Nancy on her knees in front of me. While she was attractive, I had never allowed myself to think of her in that fashion. In light of her and Steve and the way that she'd reacted in any conversations that touched on anything risqué, I'd just never gone there. 

"Pay attention. You're not holding it straight."

I looked down and could see that she was indeed right and she had a mildly exasperated look on her face as she looked up at me. I apologized and then she moved to resume her work. As she lowered her head I could tell that my crotch fell into her field of view and she stopped momentarily. First there was a look of shock and she quickly looked down at the ground. A moment later she glanced up again. There was still shock registering there but that soon morphed into a faint smile. She didn't linger long and she returned to scooping dirt into the hole to cover the root ball. 

She was far from finished when she exclaimed, "That should hold it for now."

While I had been anxious to obscure my erection and rush into the house, Nancy's reaction to spying my hard-on amused me. If her reaction had just been one of shock I would have scurried off right away. The faint smile encouraged me to stay.

"Are you sure? You're not done filling in the hole and I wouldn't want it to fall over."

I had a brief thought about trying to make a comment about keeping it up or staying erect but thought better of it. Nancy had never provided any encouragement when I'd made even benign suggestive comments in the past. The faint smile as she stole a glance at my bulge and the fact that she had a daughter was the only evidence I'd seen that she wasn't asexual. That's not to say she wasn't attractive. It just seemed that sex didn't play much if any of a role in her life. 

"No, no...I'm sure it will be fine. Besides, I caught you just as you were getting home and I'm sure you have other things to do."

"It's no problem. I could stay"

She glanced back again from her work. She didn't make eye contact. Her gaze stopped at my crotch again for a long moment and then turned back to the ground. 

"Really, it's fine. I'm just going to pop into the garage and get a bit more fertilizer before I finish up. You go ahead."

She did look towards me at that point and she was rather flustered. I couldn't tell you what kind of look was on my face as I'm not quite sure how I felt. It only lasted a second as she said thank you once again and hurried off to her garage. 

"See you later," I called after her.

I turned and headed into my house at that point. Under normal circumstances I would likely have pondered that exchange far more than I did. However, my erection was proving to be quite a distraction as was the memory of seeing Samantha's young friend on the beach. I suppose her seeing me might have been a more accurate statement as I had made a concerted effort to not look like I was looking and she made no pretence what so ever of not seeing me. 

I climbed into the shower to wash off the sand from the beach and soon found myself stroking my dick. For a short time I struggled to decide upon a visual image for this masturbation session. I'd just seen a perky, nubile friend of my young neighbor standing on a beach wearing only a tiny bikini bottom. Christ, I don't even know if she's eighteen. Samantha had turned eighteen in late February. Was this girl older or younger? Minutes ago, my neighbor was sneaking glances at the erection my gym shorts were struggling to contain. She was on her knees less than two feet away with her eyes at cock level. I'd never thought of Nancy in a sexual way but I'd enjoyed that interaction. Testosterone overtook my need to work through which situation was less morally reprehensible. In the end I fused the two fantasies together.


Getting to Know The Neighbors Ch. 01



I imagined myself walking on that beach and this time heading straight for this gorgeous young woman. I never said a word as I stood before her. I reached behind her waist and pulled her close for a passionate kiss. Blood engorged my phallus and soon we were grinding our pelvises against each other. Our embrace broke for a moment and the head of my cock was jabbing her taut abdomen. Our eyes shared a hungry stare. Slowly she dropped to her knees, her small hand grabbing the base of my cock. She considered the charge before her. The hand moved up to grip the shaft halfway up its length. It didn't seem to matter if her hand was that tiny or if her touch had inspired my cock to extend that much further; I'd never been this hard before. She reached out with her tongue and brushed the underside of the tip. I thought I would jump right out of my skin. Her touch was electric. Next she swirled it around the entire head before wrapping her lips around it and sinking in one fluid motion all the way down its length before returning to where she began. She paused just an inch away from the head, her hot breath teasing me for what seemed like an eternity. It was excruciating until she placed the tip in her mouth again and gently began moving it in and out. The sensation was incredible and part of me wished it would go on forever but the yearning for release won out. She sensed this and increased both the pressure and the pace and soon my cock erupted in a gush of hot fluid. I stood gasping for a minute and then was disappointed when I remembered that this was just a fantasy and I was alone in my shower and not in the middle of a beach with a young hottie. Still, it was a pretty damn satisfying way to end a Saturday.

The following day I returned to the beach. During the early spring there wasn't much activity during the week so I limited my visits to Saturday and Sunday. As usual, my early arrival allowed me nearly unlimited choices as to where to set up for the day. I dismissed the idea of setting up off to the left. Part of that was due to the wind that could come up in the afternoon which made that area less appealing. I'll admit that camping out down there in hopes of seeing Samantha's friend seemed a little creepy and I wasn't willing to go there.

I found my usual spot at the base of the bluff. I got good sun there and would be sheltered from the wind if it came up. I spread out my blanket, towel and beach chair before taking off my t-shirt and peeling off my gym shorts. I grabbed my book and tried to re-engage with the storyline of this murder-mystery. It wasn't the best story to begin with and truthfully it was competing with my memories of the previous day. I wondered if Samantha's two friends would be here today. I had no way of knowing if they frequented this beach or if it was a one-time thing. It was early enough in the season that most people were establishing their tans again so the tell-tale signs of a nude beach rookie weren't apparent. Some of the regulars at the beach seemed to scoff at those that had obvious tan lines as if they were mere pretenders. I found tan lines very stimulating, though. You knew that you were seeing body parts that were rarely seen and that made it all the more forbidden. Don't get me wrong. I love a beautiful, confident woman with a golden all over tan but a tan line is just a bit naughty...maybe it's just the Catholic school boy in me. That and a propensity for feeling guilty seem to be about the only remnants of my religious upbringing that are left.

I read for a while but my heart wasn't in it. I made my first walk of the day to the far end of the beach. The beach was about half full by the time I returned. Nothing, or should I say nobody, caught my attention on that walk and sat down feeling a bit disappointed. I chatted for a while with an older gal that had stopped on her way back from the port-a-potty near the snack cart. She was telling me about some bird she'd seen the previous day that rarely appeared on the coast. Why she thought I might be interested I'm not sure but idle chatter with strangers can be pleasant enough. The fact that we were both nude didn't seem to change anything.

By this time visiting the restroom seemed like a good idea so I walked up the path to take a leak. I'd forgotten my cooler so I stopped at the snack cart having remembered to bring my wallet with me. There was no line as I approached so I bought a sandwich and a soda and told the gal I'd grab it on my way back from the john. I really wished they'd move the johns a bit further away from the path. They were far enough past the snack cart to not be gross but sometimes you could hear people coming down from the parking lot while you're trying to piss. More distressing was the idea that they could hear noises from the bathrooms. I don't know if that's true but I imagined it was and was always reluctant to start peeing if I feared someone was walking past. It struck me pretty hard this day and I was in there longer than was really necessary as I heard a couple groups pass outside. Some groups were female, some were couples but all made me nervous. Finally I was able to pee and was ready to head back to my spot on the beach. 

I had only taken a few steps when I pulled up short. The two young ladies I'd seen the day before were standing in line at the snack cart. Christ! They must have been one of the groups I'd heard coming down from the lot. I toyed with the notion of trying to sneak by but I knew the snack lady would see me and call out to me to get my sandwich and drink. It would have been bizarre to linger next to the johns. Screw it. I have a right to be here. They have a right to be here. There's nothing wrong with being seen here. Of course, they're still dressed in shorts and t-shirts as they just arrived and I'm wearing only a nervous smile. Oh well, maybe they won't turn around. 

But, of course they did. I was standing about four feet behind them and looking out towards the beach. If they did turn and wanted to make a getaway, I could give them that if we didn't make eye contact. It was not to be. I sensed the motion in front of me and then the sounds of the beach were interrupted.

"Mr. Stevens?"

Crap! I turned to look in their direction and hoped I didn't look horrified. I tried to look as if I hadn't recognized them at all when they had their backs to me and only now saw who they were. The quizzical look came fairly naturally as I tried desperately to remember the one girl's name.

"Bill...call me Bill...and I'm sorry...I can't seem to remember your name," I managed to stammer out. 

"Rhonda...and this is Lori," she said as she turned to the blonde girl. "She's on the swim team with Sam and me."

Rhonda showed no trace of embarrassment at all talking to her friend's naked neighbor but Lori wasn't nearly as composed. She couldn't make eye contact at all and seemed to focus on a spot in the dirt about four feet to my left. I did notice that she occasionally did glance back at my cock. Rhonda seemed very at ease and made eye contact and then just as comfortably glanced down between my legs and then resumed eye contact without ever batting a lash. 

"It's nice to meet you, Lori"

I said this but made no move towards shaking hands. The gesture that would be commonplace anywhere else seemed very out of place just now. She was a slender, athletic girl. I could see the muscle tone in her legs. Her t-shirt was oversized and left her upper body a mystery but she was not a busty gal. She was very cute, no doubt about it. Lori clearly wasn't terribly comfortable. Left to her own devices she would have ignored the presence of a naked man behind them. Rhonda would have none of that.

"I'm kind of surprised to see you girls down here. Do you come here often?"

That seemed to be a natural statement given the circumstances and I was genuinely curious. Lori turned her attention to getting the sodas they'd bought and left Rhonda to the business of talking to the naked man. Rhonda's confidence belied her years. Her dark brown hair was cut short and framed an almost pixie like face. I vividly remembered her pert little breasts from the day before. She, too, had amazingly toned legs but I guess that's to be expected from competitive swimmers.

"Some of the girls on the swim team come down here fairly frequently to even out our tans. We spend much of our time in one pieces and would look silly in much of our clothes if we didn't. Rather than having competing tan lines we often come down here to sunbathe topless. We'd do it at home if any of us thought we could get away with it. I trust you won't say anything to our parents, will you?"

"No, of course not... I'm not sure how I'd start that conversation anyways. I was standing around naked on the beach the other day having a conversation with your daughter and..."

Rhonda started laughing immediately and even Lori managed more than a smile. I heard someone coming down the path behind me but thought nothing of it as somehow I'd actually gotten sort of comfortable talking to these young ladies.

"Hey girls...who's your friend?"

I recognized the voice without even turning and the comfortable feeling I was recently enjoying vanished. My shoulders slumped slightly in resignation as I knew what was about to happen.

"I'm pretty sure you remember Bill, don't you, Samantha?"

Rhonda had a big old grin on her face as she said this and Lori had a smile on her face as well. I looked over my shoulder and managed to greet her.

"Uh...hi, Samantha."

"Oh...my...god. Rhonda said she saw you here yesterday but I didn't believe her."

My mind was working well enough to recognize now that Samantha knew that it was a possibility that she'd run into me here and came anyway. That seemed more than a little strange but it seemed unlikely that she'd think I was some kind of pervert beings how at least some of her friends frequented the place. I still couldn't bring myself to turn and face her though. That didn't matter long as she made her way around to stand next to her girlfriends. 

"Why would I lie to you about something like that? Do you think that's something I'd make up?"

"I guess not but it surprised me." Samantha turned to me and asked, "Do you come to this beach often?"

"I used to spend a great deal of time here in my early twenties but yesterday was the first time I'd been back in years."

All the girls seemed to look me up and down but it was Rhonda who spoke.

"I sure don't see any tan lines and it's not from a lack of sun."

"I admit that I have been known to lay out a bit in the back yard."

"Where do you do that? I can see almost your entire yard from my bedroom...er...not that I'm looking," said Samantha.

"There's one corner next to that tree that I knew was hidden from your second floor windows."

"Geez, Sam...to think that all that time we spent playing in your back yard there might have been a naked man just on the other side of the fence," said Rhonda playfully. 

We all laughed at that and then fell into an awkward silence.

Lori broke the silence when she suggested that they ought to go get settled in. Rhonda asked me where I was camped out and I pointed over towards the bluff. 

"We always go down on the left where there are fewer people."

"C'mon guys let's go," urged Lori. 

"Okay, we're coming," said Rhonda. "It was nice seeing you."

Samantha was the first one to start laughing and Rhonda soon followed. I too, had to laugh at the double meaning of her statement.

"Go on...get out of here you troublemakers," I said as I turned to get my sandwich and soda. 

The girls moved off but I did see both Samantha and then Rhonda look back over their shoulders in my direction. 

"Well, now that was different," smiled the woman working the snack cart. "You don't see that every day."

"I don't see that any day. I certainly didn't expect that."

I grabbed my snacks and headed back to my little spot near the bluff. I settled in and started to eat my sandwich but didn't have much passion for it. I'd gotten it because it was lunchtime not because I was hungry. I wrapped it back up and set it off to the side and sipped at the soda instead. I glanced over at the book I'd brought with me and started to laugh. That story couldn't hold my interest before I'd run into the girls. It didn't stand a chance now. I'd just been standing around naked talking with three teenage girls, one of whom lived next door. At least my cock behaved itself. Getting an erection would have changed the nature of that interaction from awkward and amusing to something bordering on lewd and lascivious. I was the only one naked. I'm not sure if that's a good thing or a bad thing. Of course now they're probably not fully clothed and they're probably about a hundred yards down the beach. Would Samantha be topless? It wasn't clear if she normally came here with Rhonda and Lori. 

Until the day before I'd never thought about Samantha's mom as a sexual being. Seeing her staring at my barely concealed erection sort of changed that. Certainly I'd never thought of Samantha in that light. She was the little girl next door, though obviously that was no longer the case. Samantha had turned into a young woman. I'd not given it much thought but she had a firm little body. How would she look in a bikini...or less? I admit I was more than a bit curious but I certainly wasn't going to barge in on their tanning session. That would be too obvious. Should I skip my usual walks to the far end of the beach? I rationalized that wasn't necessary as it was something I normally did. My routine shouldn't change just because there were people I knew on the beach. 

About an hour later I took off for a walk. I hugged the water on my way to the far end feeling the cold water rush over my feet. That's one thing about Northern California, despite some gorgeous coastline the water is pretty damn cold. It can be refreshing on a very hot day but in late April there were a lot of people that wouldn't even come out to the beach yet. Still, there was a respectable crowd here today as I walked down the beach. I avoided the temptation to look left in search of the girls. I got to the far end and made the turn. Even now I stayed closer to the surf than I normally would as I didn't want to give the impression that I was seeking them out. I got about halfway back when out of the corner of my eye I saw Rhonda standing up off to my right. Samantha and Lori were both lying on their bellies but Rhonda was waving at me. Once again she was topless and this time I could actually look as she had called to me. I took it as simply a greeting and not an invitation so I smiled and waved back and continued down the beach. I was tempted to replay my fantasy from the previous day in my mind but I knew that would bring an erection and now was not the time. I stayed at the beach for another hour or so and then packed up and left. 

There would be no repeat of the day before with Nancy as she was not out front when I got home. I pulled into the garage without incident and closed the garage door before I stripped off and tossed my clothes in the washer. I drank down a glass of ice water and then headed to the shower. I climbed under the warm spray and just let it wash over me for a few moments. Soon my mind started to wander and my hand wasn't far behind. Again I was walking down the beach, topless Rhonda waving off in the distance. I closed the gap and pulled her to me. Our lips met as our bodies came together. My left hand dropped to cup her ass. It began as a caress as I enjoyed her soft skin but soon the muscles beneath practically cried out to be squeezed. I readily complied while my right hand slipped down to tug at the little bow that held one side of her string bikini bottoms against her hip. It came free and I moved my left hand under the cloth to grip her bare ass; just pulling the cloth away that much was enough to send it falling into the sand. I pulled her to the ground with me and our hips ground together. She pushed me onto my back and slowly crawled up my chest. She put her knees on either side of my head and looked down her lean body into my eyes. I had to taste her. I grabbed her ass with both hands and pulled her onto my mouth. She was already dripping wet as I stabbed my tongue into her pussy. God she was sweet. Normally I try to employ some level of technique but she was insistent. She would not be denied as she ground her pussy against me. I brought a hand around and was able to use my thumb to help stimulate her clit. Time passed and my tongue began to ache but soon she was crying out as an intense orgasm rocked her small frame. 

She rested her ass on my chest as we both caught our breath. Rhonda climbed off me and moved down between my legs. She gripped my balls with one hand as she paused to consider my cock straining into the sky. Her mouth replaced her hand as she sucked one of my nuts into her mouth. She worked it with her tongue and then moved to the next one. Slowly she licked her way up the underside of my cock stopping right at the very tip to enjoy the pre-cum that had escaped the tip of my cock. She worked a hand up and down the shaft a couple of times before lowering her lips onto the head. She slowly worked her way up and down my cock as I closed my eyes in pleasure. Something told me to turn to my left and open my eyes; when I did so I saw Samantha lying on her side in the sand. Her left hand was rubbing her naked breasts. She had incredible nipples and she took great pleasure in squeezing them between her thumb and forefinger. She was wearing a small bikini bottom but her right hand had snaked beneath the material and she was rubbing herself and moaning. It was wild to see this gorgeous young creature so enjoying herself. I would have loved to include her and extend the fantasy but it was all too much for this poor old guy and the next few moments were spent spraying ropes of cum all over my shower. 

**********

The week was uneventful, though my mind often wandered back to the beach and my encounter with the girls. I wondered if seeing them there would become the norm. It seemed harmless enough. They would be on their end of the beach and I would be on mine. Would we bump into each other in line at the snack cart or near the bathroom? I supposed there was a better than even chance that I would see Samantha at least topless at some point. I tried not to dwell on that because I felt more than a bit guilty for her showing up in that last fantasy. I didn't set out for her to be in there but I certainly couldn't blame anyone else, now could I?

The following Saturday I returned to the beach with more than my usual eagerness. It was a clear day and warm, but it was breezier than usual. That didn't matter much to me as my spot under the bluff was sheltered from the wind though the area became more crowded when conditions were like this. After a couple hours I decided to go for my first walk of the day. Once I got clear of the shelter of the bluff I became aware of the wind. It wasn't constant but there were gusts that sent sand stinging against my calves. I was glad to have a safe spot to return to. I got to the far end and retraced my steps. On the way back I saw Samantha and Rhonda walking near where they were the week before trying to settle upon a location for the day. They noticed me and we waved to each other but we weren't close enough to talk and I continued on my way back to the shelter of the bluff.

I settled back into my beach chair and popped my ear buds in to enjoy some music while I enjoyed the beach. I'd had to pick my way back fairly carefully as this end of the beach was quite popular on this windy day. About twenty minutes later I saw the girls moving towards the bluff. They wore shorts and bikini tops and had their towels with them. They must have decided it was too windy down their way and came looking for a better spot. Good luck with that. They didn't seem to be having much luck finding a spot but then they saw me and came walking towards my area. 




Getting to Know The Neighbors Ch. 01



"Hey, Bill, do you mind if we join you? This place is packed and you look like you have enough room. The other end is too windy. You don't mind, do you?"

This was Rhonda speaking and she really didn't give me an opportunity to decline. She was already putting her stuff down on my blanket. Samantha hesitated a bit. She realized I hadn't given a response yet but smiled when I shrugged my shoulders and said, "Sure, why not?"

Part of me felt trapped. I certainly hadn't entertained the notion that we would ever hang out on the beach together. We usually have some notion of how to act from past experience, but nothing had prepared me for this. I must have missed the Miss Manners column where she laid out the protocol for behaving on a nude beach with an eighteen year old neighbor and her friend. So like I said, part of me felt trapped. Another part of me was thrilled at the thought. 

Rhonda had no sooner dropped her stuff when she turned her attention to losing some clothes. She quickly pushed her gym shorts off her hips and they fell to the ground revealing a rather small bikini bottom. It was pale blue and tied at the sides. The back only covered about half of her ass and really showcased how toned she was. She knelt down and spread out her towel and then unceremoniously reached back and untied the lower part of her top and then lifted it over her head. She wasn't shy about it at all. If she gave a second's thought to her action she showed no sign of it. 

Samantha on the other hand seemed a little uncomfortable. She was taking great care in spreading out her towel and setting up a small area for herself, arranging everything just so. Clearly she was delaying. Rhonda grabbed the bottle of suntan lotion they unpacked and started applying it to her legs and arms. I know there was a conversation taking place and I actually joined in but I couldn't tell you what was said. Rhonda was soon working some lotion on her abdomen and then was rubbing it all over her breasts. She didn't linger but she wasn't timid either. It was as if she'd done this hundreds of times before. 

Samantha sat with her back to me and wiggled her bottom from side to side as she worked her shorts out from under her and down her legs. She grabbed the same lotion and quickly covered her front while still wearing her bikini. The bottoms rode fairly low and had inch wide strips of cloth on the hips rather than strings. I got a good look at the back side of those bottoms as she quickly turned onto her stomach. It was pretty conservative and covered most of her butt. That said, it took no imagination to see how fit she was. She pulled her arms up and rested her head on them. Even in that relaxed state you could see the muscles in her back and well defined shoulders. You just have to love swimmers. 

She asked Rhonda to put some lotion on her back and Rhonda readily complied. She started at the small of her back and worked her way up to Samantha's defined shoulders. Sam flinched ever so slightly when Rhonda untied the upper and then lower strings on her top. Clearly she was still getting used to this idea and perhaps hadn't yet concluded it was a good one. 

Conversation wasn't nearly as stilted as I might have feared. I was still sitting in my beach chair and the girls were lying on the blanket in front of me so I had a great view. Samantha was on her stomach but Rhonda was lying on her back with her head at my feet. Her tits were small and perky when she was standing but gravity laid them nearly flat as she lay there. Her areolas were light brown and her nipples were like hard eraser tips. After about ten minutes Sam made a decision and pulled her untied top from beneath her and declared, "I guess I don't need this anymore." She set it off to the side and returned to resting her head on her arms. 

It was about forty five minutes later when Rhonda sat up and declared it snack time. She had been carrying the conversation for most of that time all by herself. I was grateful for that. Rhonda reached into a bag and pulled out some almonds and offered some to me. I declined and she then poked Samantha again. 

"It's snack time. C'mon sit up."

Samantha rolled over and quickly sat up with her back to me. I didn't get much of a look but there she was, sitting topless in front of me...even if she was looking away. She reached over and grabbed some almonds and munched as she looked out over the beach. 

"So, Bill, how old were you when you came to this beach the first time?" I was surprised to hear Samantha offer up the question. 

"I wasn't much older than you two...probably nineteen or twenty. You're both eighteen, right?"

"I'm eighteen but Rhonda is nineteen. Some of the older girls on the team suggested this place when we complained about our swim team tan lines. How did you learn about it?"

"Oh, a friend told me about it"

"And? Did he bring you here?"

"She...and she met me here. She told me about it and we agreed to meet here."

"Either this isn't much of a story or you're not much of a storyteller," complained Rhonda. 

"It's actually a very good story. I'm just trying to decide if I should tell it and how much I want to tell."

"Okay, now you have to tell!"

"I don't know. It's really not the kind of story I should be telling to young ladies."

"Oh, come on. What's the big deal? It's just a story."

"It's a rather personal story, the wildest story I have and I'm not convinced it's appropriate. I expect you'd look at me differently than you do now if I was to tell you."

"Unless it ends with you killing someone I'm not sure you have much to worry about there. You've spent the afternoon completely naked and Sam and I are half naked and you're worried that we're going to look at you differently?"

"That puts a rather fine point on it now, doesn't it? Still, I'm not sure it's a good idea. What's in it for me?"

"Tell your story and then we'll tell one of ours, but we all have to promise not to tell."

"Do you think you can match mine?"

"Would it be worth it if we could? Is it worth taking a chance to find out?"

"You're trouble, Young Miss Rhonda."

"Perhaps...but I can be lots of fun, too."

"Just what are you getting us into, Rhonda? What story are you planning on telling?" Samantha looked genuinely concerned. Rhonda leaned over and whispered in her ear.

"You can't tell him about that!"

"Oh why not...what's he going to do? You don't think he's going to tell your mom at this point do you?"

Now I was really intrigued but I also felt a little bad for Samantha. Rhonda seemed to have little concern about anything and was quite comfortable with all of this. Samantha still had some boundaries. I was more than a little curious to hear what Rhonda had gotten them into that had Samantha so concerned. 

"I'll tell you what. I'll share my story and if you think it's worthy then you tell a story that you think matches it. Rhonda can either tell the one that she has in mind or if my story isn't good enough then you can tell an alternate story, Samantha...but then you have to tell it...not Rhonda."

"Oh alright...tell your story. Who was this girl that you met at the beach?"

"Not a girl...a woman. I was nineteen and was working for the hardware store in purchasing. I had to do a lot of phone work following up with suppliers. I worked a great deal with one gal over the phone and we became friends. She was older than me."

"How much older...like twenty five?" Rhonda asked.

"Older...she was thirty five."

"She wasn't married, was she?"

"She was divorced...no kids."

"That's good. I hate people cheating on their spouses."

"Not to worry. There was no cheating involved. Anyway, we got to be pretty good friends as we talked on the phone nearly every day and often numerous times. We talked about things outside of work sometimes and often talked about what we did on our weekends. One day she mentioned that she'd been to the beach over the weekend and I asked her which one. She paused a while and you could tell that she was trying to decide if it was a good idea to trust me."

"That sounds sort of familiar," laughed Rhonda.

"I suppose it does at that but I understood. That was in the workplace and you have to be careful there. There's nothing illegal about going to a nude beach but not everyone understands and lots of people pass judgement. I don't imagine you tell everyone you meet that you go to a nude beach, do you?"

"Certainly not anyone over thirty. People reach a certain age and they get all kinds of hang-ups about stuff. Like oral sex...parents get real uptight about it but, c'mon, it's just a blowjob. It's no big deal. It's not like we're having sex."

Samantha interjected at this point. "You're interrupting him. Let him tell his story."

"No, no...this is very interesting. Let Rhonda continue," I said.

"No, she's right. Get on with your story."

By now, Samantha was no longer facing away from me. She had found it awkward to have a conversation over her shoulder so she turned and crossed her legs and leaned forward with her elbows on her knees. I could see her breasts but hunched over like she was it wasn't a terrific view. I think she was trying to provide some cover for herself in that respect. Rhonda was sitting cross-legged, too, but she was leaning back with her hands behind her to support herself. As she shifted her weight from time to time she had to tense up her abdominal muscles which were apparent. She wasn't skinny by any stretch of the imagination. She was hard and lean but you wouldn't know it when she stood relaxed. All it took was a stretch, a reach or a few steps and her definition would come into focus. All of that screamed athlete but all it took was a look at her small but well shaped breasts and thoughts of sex wiped everything else away. And if that didn't do it, a glance down between her legs did. There was just a small triangle of material that hid her pussy from the sunshine. I could see the faint outline of her lips through the pale blue cloth. 

It was a good thing that I had adopted a position similar to Samantha while I sat in my beach chair. I didn't have an erection but there was more than a little blood rushing to that extremity. I'm only about four and a half inches long when flaccid but I crest the eight mark when fully erect. I sat forward in my chair with my elbows on my knees to shield it from view.

"Anyhow, she decided she could trust me and told me that it was a nude beach. It didn't shock me, even though I'd never known anyone that had ever been to a nude beach...at least not that they had ever talked about. I told her that I'd always wanted to go to one but hadn't had the opportunity and was concerned about looking foolish. I wasn't sure how to act and such. She said it was no big deal and really very casual. That could have been the end of things and we would have known a bit more about each other and moved on. But she then said that if I ever wanted to go she'd be happy to meet me there and get me through the day. I could have thanked her and said I might take her up on that some time and again let the topic die but suddenly I blurted out that I was planning a beach trip that weekend. Before I had really thought it through we had agreed to meet that next Saturday."

"And you had never met this woman before, right? Weren't you afraid she'd turn out to be a fatty or something?" Rhonda was into the story. Samantha was listening intently but content to let the story unfold without asking questions. 

"I was nineteen at the time and I was going to have an opportunity to see naked women, perhaps lots of them. That was plenty for me."

"And what did you think about being naked in front of her...someone you knew?"

"That idea didn't bother me. I guess I didn't think about it much until after we'd agreed to meet here. What about you two? We know each other and yet you're sitting there topless."

"I've been to France a couple times and everyone goes topless there," replied Rhonda calmly.

"What about you, Samantha? I don't think you've ever been to Europe."

"It's a little weird. I come here to even out my tan. Senior Ball is coming and tan lines would ruin my new dress."

"That's so true. Your dress is amazing and there's nothing worse than a spray tan, which would be the alternative," Rhonda chimed in. 

"And seeing me here...what about that?"

"I freaked out a little that first day when I saw you walking on the beach but then I thought it was really cool. I couldn't wait to tell Samantha."

I looked over to Samantha looking for a response. 

"I didn't believe her when she told me. Then when we came the next day and I found them talking to you and you were just standing there naked I almost turned around. I watched from behind for a minute or two and then it seemed like no big deal...and I have to admit I was curious."

"Yeah," interjected Rhonda. "You were awfully calm about it. You didn't think anything about being naked in front of the little girls from the neighborhood?"

"Okay, confession time...Actually I saw you Rhonda, on the beach that first day. I didn't recognize you right away but then it dawned on me who you were. I pretended not to notice you because I didn't want to freak you out. I certainly considered the likelihood that you would tell Samantha and I worried about that some. Finally, I decided that there's nothing wrong with coming to a nude beach and that if Samantha came here and saw me it would have been a conscious decision on her part."

"Did it occur to you that I might not tell her and just brought her down here to shock the shit out of her?"

"Ah...that hadn't occurred to me. I wouldn't have been happy about that."

"Me neither," added Samantha.

"Oh come on, Samantha! You would have freaked for a second and then wouldn't it have been a nice surprise?"

"I suppose so," agreed Samantha.

"And, Bill, you wouldn't have been any worse for the experience, would you?"

"Given that this is a place where it's okay to be nude, I would have survived. I wouldn't want to be put in a position of surprising a woman while I'm nude in a place where it's not okay to be nude. Guys get arrested for stuff like that and it's really not fair to women. They really don't know if he's a dangerous pervert or not."

"And are you?" said Samantha with a grin.

I loved the fact that Samantha jumped in with that playful question. Rhonda had been driving this whole thing and Samantha seemed to just be along for the ride. I considered my response for a moment.

"You're asking me if I'm a dangerous pervert, Samantha? No...I'm not dangerous." I chuckled.

Both girls started laughing and Rhonda drove the point home. "But you are a pervert..."

"I think pervert is in the eye of the beholder, isn't it?"

We all had a good laugh at this exchange. Samantha was getting more comfortable. Her posture had relaxed and she was no longer resting her elbows on her knees. She had straightened her back and allowed me to really get a good look at her breasts. Like Rhonda, they were on the smaller side but they were certainly proportional to her slim athletic figure. Her abdomen was nearly as defined as Rhonda's. I looked good for forty three and you could see definition in my abs but I certainly wasn't sporting a six pack. I was a little amazed that I wasn't sporting a hard-on in the presence of these two attractive young women, particularly given our topic of conversation. I guess the certain amount of nervousness I held onto aided in this. This really was a strange situation to be in. 

Samantha was getting into the spirit of this and that became obvious with her next comment.

"Okay, pervert, get on with your story. You agreed to meet this woman here. What happened next?"

"I got here before she did and got naked right away. I was fine with it and I don't know if that surprised me or not. She had described a spot out over there to the left of the snack cart and I settled in. After a while I saw a woman walking my way that fit the description of my friend but she wasn't alone. She had another woman with her. She hadn't mentioned that she would be bringing a friend but I guess it was a sensible precaution in case I turned out to be a dangerous pervert instead of an ordinary pervert."

I paused for a moment to see if there was going to be a reaction to that comment but other than all of us continuing to grin there was nothing.

"Anyway, I certainly wasn't going to complain about the addition of another woman because they were both very, very attractive. Her friend was just about thirty five as well and she, too, was divorced. They were both very slender and fit, so your fear that one of them might turn out to be a fatty wasn't a concern at all, Rhonda."

"But then their tits probably weren't very big either, were they?"

"No they weren't but then I'm not a fan of big tits either."

I looked directly at Rhonda as I said this and for the first time she lost a bit of her composure. She had confidently looked me in the eye through all the rest of our conversation but this time she turned away and might have even blushed. Her confidence earlier had been very sexy but this sudden shyness was equally attractive. I looked over to Samantha and found that she had leaned forward again but then, as if making a decision, she straightened up and held her shoulders back almost defying me to look at her breasts. I obliged briefly, hoping to appear appreciative without being creepy. I don't know if I was successful or not. 

"So did they get naked right away?" Rhonda's question provided a natural end to the exchange between Samantha and me of which I was glad. 

"My friend stripped off but the other gal just went topless. Hanging out naked wasn't too strange but the conversation definitely was. These two older women took great delight in teasing me. They made lots of suggestive comments but then would back away and laugh like they were joking...only to raise the stakes again in a little while. I did a lot of squirming and was at a definite disadvantage. Only they knew if they had an agenda or not. Their comments seemed to suggest they did but I couldn't believe that either of these two gorgeous women would be interested in a kid like me. Besides, it's not like people just start having sex on the beach anyways."

"So that's it?" Rhonda sounded a little disappointed. "You never had sex with that woman? You never saw that other gal completely naked?"

"I didn't say that." 

I let it hang there just like that. I wanted to seem reluctant to tell the rest of the story even though the truth was that I had conveniently put aside the fact these girls were half my age and that one of them was my neighbor. It's not like she was my daughter or anything but you're supposed to be protective of your neighbor's kids. At what age are they no longer "your neighbor's kids" and considered a just young woman? I don't know society's answer to that question or if they ever transition to just a young woman. I know in my mind that Samantha was very much still my neighbor's daughter but rather than throwing up a caution flag it only made the situation more enticing. I could rationalize that I hadn't done anything illegal. She was eighteen and we were each free to be at a nude beach and while the conversation sounded more like a Dear Penthouse letter I thought I could carve out a defensible position if ever I was called upon to do so. 

"So what happened?" asked Samantha.

"Well, it was a very hot day. I commented that it would be nice to go for a swim but that I found the ocean here in Northern California a little too cold to be really comfortable. Jean looked at her friend and then suggested we all go to Sandy's place. She had a pool and it was about fifteen minutes away in Santa Cruz. We packed up and I followed Sandy and Jean to the house. Sandy parked her car in the garage and then closed the garage door. Sandy said that she didn't want sand in the house or the pool so she insisted we strip in the garage and then take showers in the house before we headed out to the pool. Jean and I stripped completely but Sandy kept her bikini bottoms on again...her house her rules, I guess. Sandy pointed to a spare bathroom off the hall and told me I could use that one while she and Jean would use the master bath."




Getting to Know The Neighbors Ch. 01



"That made sense to me so I took a shower and used one of the towels to dry off. I considered wrapping a towel around me before leaving the bathroom but thought that was pointless in light of the day's activity. I wandered back into the kitchen and looked out on the pool through the sliding glass doors. It was kind of weird standing around naked in the house of this woman I hardly knew but I was trying to act like a grownup."

"It took a long time before they emerged from the back of the house and I was a little surprised when they did. They each had put on men's dress shirts that only had about half of the buttons done that hit them about mid-thigh. They had taken the time to dry their hair and even put on some makeup which seemed strange since we were just going to go for a swim."

"Oh lord," said Rhonda as she rolled her eyes. "Seriously, were you that dense?"

"I was absolutely that dense."

"How long did it take you to figure it out?"

"It wasn't too much longer but I had more innocence to display. We stood there looking at each other for a minute and when the silence dragged on longer than I could take I asked if we were going to go swimming or not. Sandy suggested that Jean take me out to the pool while she grabbed some towels and some beers. I walked out and dove in the pool almost immediately. Jean followed me out to the pool but didn't join me in the water. She waited until I'd come up to the surface and was looking at her and then she slowly undid the few buttons and then let the shirt fall off her shoulders onto the cement. She was naked underneath. A minute later Sandy came out and placed some towels on a table she had out there and set down some beers. When she turned to face me and Jean I first noticed that she had undone all the buttons on her shirt. She wasn't naked underneath but instead was wearing some very shear panties. My first thought was how sexy it was. My second thought was how impractical it was for swimming. Just as the light switch was going off in my head she removed her shirt and then slowly untied each of the little ties at the sides of her panties and let them, too, fall to the ground. My mouth was probably hanging open. At that point Jean grabbed me by the hand and said "come on, sweetie," and led me over to the grass where Sandy was laying out the towels. The rest I'll leave to your imagination."

"Holy shit," uttered Samantha. 

I looked over at Rhonda and she was quiet for a moment, still processing what I'd shared. I glanced down between her legs and noticed that her pale blue bikini bottoms had a tell tale damp spot. Clearly my story had made an impact. She snapped out of it fairly quickly.

"Okay, I have to ask...how did all that work? I mean, you...and the two of them."

"Let me just say that I think they had done that before and they were as comfortable with each other as they were with me...and that was pretty comfortable...'nuff said."

"Oh...my...god," was about all Samantha could say.

"That's pretty wild," grinned Rhonda appreciatively.

"I told you it was a good story...probably more than I should have shared. I trust that this, like everything else, will stay just between us."

"Right, of course," said Rhonda. She turned to Samantha and they just looked at each other for a moment and then started giggling.

That made me a little uneasy so I figured we should shift the focus off of me for a change. 

"I hope that earned me your "A" story, girls. Rhonda, I believe you have a tale to tell now."

"Can I tell him, Sam?"

"I suppose a deal's a deal. Go ahead and tell him", sighed Samantha.

"Okay, here's the wildest thing we've ever done. We're not old like you so we're still building our resume," teased Rhonda.

"Hey!" I objected half heartedly. "Be respectful of your elders."

"We're sorry, Mr. Stevens," offered Rhonda. She had her head down slightly but looked up at me while she playfully stuck the very tip of her index finger between her teeth. That look was trouble and she knew exactly what she was doing.

I played along. "The story...now, young lady." I tried to sound stern but we were all laughing.

"Okay, but you can't tell anyone. Agreed? All right, I guess I should set the stage a bit so the story makes sense. The girls on the swim team are pretty close and we get together for parties and sleepovers sometimes."

"This isn't going to be some pillow fight story is it?" I objected.

"No, it's not. Now, can I tell the story please?"

I held up my hands in mock surrender to show that I wouldn't interrupt. This entire time I'd been sitting in my beach chair and the girls were in front of me but off to the side so my legs, and the fact that I was leaning forward, obscured my cock from their view. Displaying an erection would have made it harder to shrug this whole thing off as a harmless conversation on a public, though nude, beach. I wasn't fully hard but I was far from flaccid after telling my story and having two nubile, half-naked teens listening at my feet. There was only the one time that Rhonda's composure had cracked and I was curious to see if I could get a reaction out of her. I decided that as she told her story I would shift my weight and my position so that she would be able to get a look at my cock. I wouldn't openly display it but I'd situate myself so that if she, in turn, shifted her position somewhat then she'd have an open view. I was dying to know if she would take the bait and look. 

"So we have these parties and we listen to music, eat pizza and popcorn, and try to find other things to do than have lame pillow fights in our panties. We started out having pretty ordinary scavenger hunts where we'd have to collect things that were sort of obscure. We found that sometimes people were reluctant to let us actually have certain things so we changed the rules of the game. Since we all have cell phones, we decided that we just had to take pictures of the stuff and that worked a whole lot better. We also assigned different point values for different kinds of things to make it fairer. Of course, since some of these parties go late into the night we couldn't just go knocking on people's doors. For a while we found that everyone started going to a store that was open twenty four hours to collect lots of the items on the lists so we had to change the rules again. We started adding dares to the list and had to get pictures of ourselves doing all kinds of crazy stuff. It was pretty tame for a while and then one of the girls hosted a party and there were new dares on there that had ridiculous point values assigned to them. I think the first one was to have your picture taken flashing your tits somewhere in public. That one was on the list for a couple months and nobody ever went for it. I think it was like a line that we didn't want to cross. Finally one of the girls did it and won hands down that week. Whenever that was on the list it became one of the things you had to do if you wanted to have a prayer of winning. It was that and whatever else you collected that decided the winner. Without it there was no chance. Then a new dare appeared on the list. There was another ridiculous number of points available if you collected a picture of yourself streaking on the football field at the high school at night. Immediately that became part of the equation of things necessary to win. Someone tried to cheat one week and used the same picture from the week before but she got caught. All pictures have to be time stamped with that day's date."

"I wouldn't imagine that there are too many people on the high school football field late at night so that's not hugely risky as long as you don't get caught by security. Has that ever happened?"

"I don't think so. Nobody has ever said anything." 

"So I assume you've both done this, right?"

"Actually we compete in teams so we both have to do it while the other one takes the picture."

"Getting caught would certainly spice things up a bit. As it stands it's all pretty harmless fun."

"Yeah, there's more to the story. You interrupted."

"I do beg your pardon...please continue," I said.

"A few weeks ago Michelle added a new dare to the list that made things more interesting. We had to get a guy to let us take a picture of his penis." 

Rhonda looked at me for a reaction. I guess I wasn't too surprised by the direction these dares were taking so nothing registered on my face. I did however adjust my position in my chair which put my cock closer, but not quite into her field of view. She would have to lean or move in order for that to happen. 

"We thought nobody would deliver on that one right away but one of the girls did the first week. It was her boyfriend's so I guess that wasn't all that difficult. He probably did it for a BJ. Neither one of us have a boyfriend at the moment so it was tougher for us. We called a few of our guy friends on the baseball team that we could trust and all of them said no unless they could take pictures of us down there and we didn't want them to have pictures like that. Finally one of the guys agreed if we'd each show him our tits. That wasn't too big a deal so we did. We really wanted to win." 

As she was telling that part of the story she leaned a little to her right to see if she could see my cock. Her voice didn't change but there was a slight grin at the corners of her mouth. She glanced back up at me, and then to my cock, and then back to my face again. 

"I'm glad you girls exercised some judgment by not letting the guys have pictures of you. Things like that have a way of winding up on the internet...but I suppose you know that. Having fun is one thing but don't do anything that gets you in trouble or puts you in danger. Is there more or is that the end of the story."

I wasn't sure if Rhonda had heard me or not. She stretched to grab the suntan lotion again but made sure that when she settled back down she could look at my cock without having to lean into place. She rubbed some more lotion on her arms and breasts while she looked at my cock. I really wanted to allow my cock to get fully hard but fought it off. Still, it was apparent that I was aroused.

Samantha finally broke the moment and asked, "Are you going to finish the story?"

"Right...yes...anyway...last week there was another new challenge. We had to have our picture taken while we were completely naked, outside and a guy had to be in the shot. He didn't have to be posing with us. He just had to be in the picture."

"This is certainly getting more daring. Did all the girls participate?"

"There are six of us, so three teams of two...and yes, everyone completed the task but we all went about it a little differently. Two of the girls put on robes and drove over to the Safeway store. They parked in a far corner of the lot, got out of the car and lined up their shot. They were under a light so their phone could pick them up in the shot. They timed it so that when a guy was walking into the store and lit up by the entrance lights, one of them would drop their robe and they would quick take a picture. The first girl had to do it a couple times to get the picture to come out right. The second girl only had to do it once. There were guys in the shots but nobody ever saw them."

Rhonda would glance over at Samantha every so often to keep her included in the conversation but when she looked back she always took a long look at my cock before coming back to make eye contact with me. 

"Two of the other girls did much the same thing only they used guys pumping gas in the background. They didn't get caught either."

"And how did you two tackle the problem? You didn't get caught, did you?"

"No we didn't get caught. You know the pizza parlor near the drug store in the strip mall, right? They have that big window out front that looks into the dining area. There's a good sized wall next to that window that well lit but pretty sheltered. We were wearing gym shorts and oversized t-shirts on the drive over. I went first and took off my gym shorts. Samantha lined up a shot so you could see people in the dining area and then I ran over and stood against the wall, pulled the shirt over my head and Sam took the picture. Then we traded places and she did the same thing. We were on the left side of the shot and the window showing everyone inside was on the right."

"I'll bet your hearts were pounding. And nobody saw either of you?"

"Nope, we got away clean."

"That seems like a waste. Somebody should have been able to appreciate that view." I paused for a second and then plunged ahead. "I don't suppose you still have those photos on your cell phone, do you?"

"They're still on your phone aren't they Rhonda?" Samantha said this before she considered what my next comment would be.

"Well?"

Rhonda picked up on it right away. "Are you asking to see naked pictures of us?"

"Well, yeah...I suppose I am."

Rhonda was already reaching for her bag when Samantha started to protest. 

"That wasn't part of the deal."

Rhonda was now standing and scrolling through the photos she had stored on her phone. I stood up to join her while Samantha remained sitting. Rhonda shielded the phone from my view while she worked her way through the photos. She bent down and showed Sam the photo that Rhonda had taken of her. 

"Look...there's nothing wrong with that shot. You look great. I'm going to show him the picture of me. It's only fair. He's been naked all afternoon and we're just topless. Give the guy a thrill."

Samantha seemed satisfied that the photo wasn't as embarrassing as she feared and relented. 

"Fine, go ahead and show him."

I moved closer to stand next to Rhonda. I hadn't really considered the import of doing that but I was basically standing almost right above Samantha while she still sat there. Like her mom before her, Samantha's face was less than two feet from my swollen cock. The difference being this time I was nude. I was oblivious to that as I was interested in getting a look at those pictures. 

Rhonda still held the phone, not trusting me to have sole possession of it. She moved in along side of me though and our hips were touching. I don't know if she was thinking about that but I sure was. I looked at the photo of Rhonda. She still had her shirt in one hand but had raised her arms over her head like a gymnast finishing a routine. She had bent her right knee slightly which allowed her to draw it somewhat over her left leg. This effectively obscured much of her pussy from view but she was still very naked. There was a well trimmed tuft of pubic hair that was visible.

"I wish I hadn't put my arms over my head like that. It made my tits disappear almost completely."

"I wouldn't worry about it Rhonda. I think it's a great picture."

I continued to appreciate it for a while before I asked her to move on to the next one. Then the picture of Samantha came into view. She had turned more to the side so you saw more bare hip than bare front but I was definitely looking at a naked picture of my young neighbor. She too had bent her forward knee but only placed one hand over her head. The one closest to the wall was raised and the near one was off to the side in front of her. It looked like she had probably said "ta da" as she struck her pose. I looked down at her to tell her what a good picture it was and it was only then that I realized how close her face was to my cock. It involuntarily twitched just a bit as a jolt ran through me. Samantha was very aware of how close my cock was and she stared at it openly while she figured I was looking at pictures. 

I cleared my throat and said, "That's actually a very fun and attractive picture of you. I don't know that I'd frame it and hang it in the entryway at home but it's not a picture to be ashamed of."

When I cleared my throat she looked up and saw that I had seen her staring and she quickly looked away. I took a step back to give her some space and then returned to my chair. 

"Yeah, I don't think my mom would appreciate that one."

"Oh why not? She's got pictures of you all over the house and this is such a good one. I'm sure that anyone that came to visit would appreciate it," Rhonda teased. 

"What about your picture? Your mom would love to put that one up on the refrigerator."

"My mom acts all cool but I think she'd freak if faced with it. She talks a better game than she could play."

"So what's next for you girls? These dares get edgier all the time. You're going to wind up streaking at the Super Bowl or something. Who makes up these scavenger-hunt lists anyways?"

"We rotate from week to week. It's not our turn so who knows what comes next."

"When was it your turn last? Have you been responsible for any of these?"

Samantha and Rhonda exchanged a glance before Rhonda responded. Rhonda was the more outgoing of the two girls and I suspected that Samantha just went along for the ride. Rhonda really carried the conversation.

"Actually, we came up with last week's dare. Since neither of us has a boyfriend right now, anything that requires bringing a guy into it is more difficult for us. We try to do things where we can control just how much risk we take. God knows what will come up next."

I chuckled as I thought about their situation. 

"What's so funny? Don't start laughing at us." Rhonda said this as she playfully threw the suntan lotion at me. 

"I'm really not laughing at you. My mind just goes to strange places sometimes. When you complained that you didn't have boyfriends and thus no ready access to dicks, I remembered an old cartoon that I'd seen. There's a little boy and a little girl standing naked together and the little boy begins by pointing to his penis and said I have one of these and you don't. Then the little girl pointed at her vagina and said I have one of these and with it I can have as many of those as I want."

The girls laughed as I continued. "My point is that I trust in your ability to overcome that problem. Just be safe and don't do anything you don't want to just for the sake of winning the game. It's really not worth it in the long run."

"We'll be careful," Rhonda assured me and Samantha nodded when I looked over to her.

Suddenly I started laughing again.

"You're doing it again! What is it now?" This time it was Samantha who inquired. 

"I was just wondering how much less authority my sage, adult wisdom carried while delivering it bare assed naked."

We all laughed but then Rhonda leaned over and took a long look at my cock before looking up at me with her response.

"Trust me...I don't think your manhood is in question at all."

"Uh...that's flattering but it's not what I was talking about."

I really wanted to scale this back some...like a lot. If I'd found myself in this situation with almost any other young ladies I'd be trying to get these girls to the closest hotel room. I knew I would have trouble enough convincing myself that I hadn't crossed the creepiness line. Truthfully I had but I knew my powers of rationalization would allow me convince myself that I wasn't a complete degenerate. After all, I hadn't sought this out. It just happened and I never laid a hand on the girls. 

"So give us some more sage advice about what lines we shouldn't cross. What would you do and what wouldn't you do on a dare?"

"Well, I'm certainly not going to start making out a list for you. Besides we're different people facing different circumstances. For starters, the fact that I'm a guy makes things totally different. You girls aren't terribly likely to get arrested for your stunts because they're not perceived as a threat. Most guys would love to witness your stunts and they wouldn't fear for their safety. I think more women could enjoy guys doing stunts like that if they didn't fear that it might turn into something they couldn't control. While you're safer from arrest than me, you run the risk of a guy misinterpreting and turning your stunts into an invitation for something more and that could get dangerous."




Getting to Know The Neighbors Ch. 01



I paused to see if they were really listening and they seemed to be.

"I don't have to worry about a business reputation anymore. I'm retired and have enough money that people don't have that kind of power over me. Your reputations could take a hit with an ill-conceived dare and that could hurt your business prospects for years to come. There are some people that I care what they think of me and that limits some things I might be willing to do. Ultimately, I have little reason to get involved in dares, though. I either do something or not because I want to and not because of peer pressure."

"That makes sense. I guess I hadn't thought of that," said Samantha.

I didn't know if I was getting through to Samantha or if she was just telling me what she thought I wanted to hear. Rhonda might have been getting some benefit out of my comments but she seemed to be trying to figure something else out. 

"So you're saying that fear of arrest is what keeps you from doing a lot of things?"

"Yeah, not going to jail is a rather powerful motivator for me," I laughed. "That and like I said I don't want to make anybody uncomfortable or fearful. Even though it's legal, I wouldn't worry about keeping to one corner of my back yard to tan in the nude if I knew it wouldn't make you or your mom uncomfortable. If I was going to take one last item out to the garbage cans on the street before the garbage men picked them up, I'd prefer to not have to get dressed but I do because I don't want to freak anyone out that might be walking by."

"Well, you don't have to worry about me. You can be naked all you want in your back yard and I wouldn't care," offered Samantha.

"I appreciate that but how would your mom react? Even if she was fine with it herself, she'd be worried about you and would more than likely object."

"I could talk to her if you'd like?"

"And how would that conversation go? I was hanging out with Bill the other day at a nude beach and he mentioned he'd love to walk around naked in his yard. I don't think he's a threat. Would you be okay with that, mom?"

"Okay maybe you're right. That's not the best idea. Still, you should be able to do whatever you like on your own property."

"Agreed, but it's not that big a sacrifice on my part to keep things cool with your mom."

"But you don't care if people see you naked so long as they're not going to freak out, right?" Rhonda continued to press and I wasn't sure why.

"I'm pretty comfortable with my body now and think I look pretty good for an old guy but I'm not under any illusions that women are going to line up to see me naked. If I'm naked in a situation where people don't feel threatened then that doesn't bother me at all."

I thought I'd put enough qualifiers and explanations into the discussion to cover myself(so to speak) and Rhonda seemed to have her curiosity satisfied for the moment, too. I'm not sure what brought me back into the moment but I realized that I'd completely lost track of the time. I reached for my shorts which had my watch in them. One look at the time had me cussing. It was after three thirty.

"Oh crap! I should go. I'm meeting a friend for dinner tonight and I've got a couple things I need to do beforehand."

I really wasn't in any danger of being late for dinner but I wanted to allow time for a shower and a nice long masturbation session. This whole afternoon had me far more aroused than even a normal trip to the beach. This had been far from a normal trip to the beach. 

"I'm glad it turned out so windy today and that you came down here to spend the day. This was fun."

"I'm glad we did, too. It was a lot more fun than just laying around listening to music," Rhonda said and Samantha was nodding in agreement.

I put on my shorts and pulled a t-shirt over my head before putting my feet into my flip-flops. 

"I'll just take my chair and towel and leave the blanket for you girls to use the rest of the day. You can just drop it off some other time, okay?"

We said our goodbyes and I picked my way through the crowd back to my car. After loading up my stuff I walked back to the bathroom and took a leak before starting the drive home. I'm sure glad I did because it turned out there was an accident on Highway 17 and traffic was backed up really bad. I watched the time tick by and the cars inched forward. I kept thinking about the afternoon and how surreal it was. I never expected to sit around having a conversation with Samantha and Rhonda while I was naked and they were topless. I found myself wishing that they had stripped off completely but then too, having bikini bottoms on left an air of mystery that was very erotic.

I was tempted to call and cancel my dinner plans. I was just going to have time for a quick shower before I'd have to leave for dinner. I really wanted to stroke myself off but didn't want to rush through this one. I resisted the temptation and showered quickly before I put on some khakis and a shirt so I could meet my buddy for dinner. 

Dinner was nice, but uneventful. I really wanted to talk about my afternoon but this wasn't a friend I might share this with. Tony was a pretty straight laced family guy. He was active in his church and had a couple daughters that were young teens. He really wasn't a person I'd share this with...besides, we'd all agreed that we wouldn't talk about this. 

Tony had gotten a pass from his wife for the evening as she'd taken the girls over to a friend's place that night to work on costumes for a play the girls were going to be in. It was rare that Tony and I got to hang out much because he had kids and I didn't so we took advantage of the chance. After dinner we decided to head over to a sports bar where we could have another beer or two and shoot some pool. Still he wanted to be home when his girls returned so we packed it in about nine thirty. I was probably right at the legal limit to drive but I rationalized that I was less than ten minutes from the house so I climbed in the car and left. 

I made it home with no trouble, tossed the keys on the kitchen table and grabbed another beer. I logged in to check on email and took a quick glance at the news. There was nothing of any import there so I finished my beer and moved into my bedroom. I stripped off my clothes and looked forward to finally relieving all of the tension in my loins that had built up that day. 

Before I could start abusing myself, I thought I heard a knock at the door. I swore and reached for a pair of gym shorts. Knocks on my door at ten o'clock were never a good thing. When I opened the door I wasn't sure if this was a good thing or not. Rhonda and Samantha were standing there holding my beach blanket. 

"Uh, hi girls. To what do I owe the pleasure?"

"We know it's kind of late for a social visit but we thought you might be going to the beach again tomorrow and would want your blanket."

"Wow, you really didn't need to worry about that. I do have a couple others, but it was really very nice of you to bring it back so quickly."

"Well, we were going to bug you anyways. Can we come in for a minute?"

"Uh..sure...I mean of course. Please come in. What did you want to bug me about?"

"Well, you see we're actually in the middle of another one of our sleepovers and we have another scavenger hunt list. We were wondering if you had any of the things on this list."

I suddenly got very nervous as Rhonda handed me a folded over piece of paper. I slowly reached out my hand to take it from her...as if it might burn me. There were about fifteen items written on the face of it with various point values assigned to each. About half of them were already scratched off. Among the items still open was a baseball card, knitting needles, a bowling ball and a typewriter. I was a bit relieved that nothing on that list was anything like I'd feared. If I was being honest with myself I would have recognized that I was a little disappointed as well. Mostly I was breathing a sigh of relief, though.

"Well, you're in luck. While I don't have any baseball cards, I think I do still have my old bowling ball around here. Good luck finding someone with a typewriter anymore. As far as knitting needles go, even if I had them I sure as hell wouldn't admit to it."

The girls laughed. "We really weren't counting on you for knitting needles."

"Did you girls want a soda or something while I dig up that bowling ball?"

"I don't suppose you have any beer, do you?" Rhonda sounded hopeful.

"Actually, I do have some beers, not that it will do you any good." I then repeated myself. "Did you want a soda while I look for that bowling ball?"

"Oh fine...I thought I'd take a shot. I guess some water would be nice."

The girls followed me into the kitchen while I grabbed them a couple bottled waters from the refrigerator. I handed them to the girls and excused myself to find the bowling ball. It didn't take long to find it still in the closet where I'd put it away more than ten years before. I felt a little guilty about how long it had been since I'd really cleaned out that closet. 

I walked back towards the kitchen and saw the girls huddled together talking. Samantha had her back to me. She was wearing a very tight pair of gym shorts with "Stanford" emblazoned across the back. Those always seemed to be designed to draw ones attention to a girl's ass and it certainly worked this time. She had a plain cardinal red t-shirt to go along with it. Rhonda was wearing cut off blue jeans that were just a bit too tight and too short to be innocent. She too, was wearing a cardinal red t-shirt. 

Rhonda saw me returning and reached into her little purse for her phone. I took the bowling ball out of its bag and placed it on the kitchen table. I made sure that I lined one of the finger holes on the bottom so it would rest in one place and not roll off onto the floor. Rhonda snapped a picture and said thanks as I put the ball away. 

"After our discussion this afternoon I was afraid what might have been on that list but it was all pretty tame. I guess you decided to tone things down some. That's probably pretty wise."

Rhonda and Samantha exchanged a glance before Rhonda responded.

"Actually, you only looked at the top half of the list. The rest is on the bottom half."

"Dare I look?"

Rhonda handed me the piece of paper rather sheepishly. I turned it over and read the rest of the scavenger hunt list. 

You may choose one of the following dares but only one:

1.Each member of your team must separately strip completely naked, walk into a 7-11 or other convenience store and have their photo taken making a purchase. There is no time limit as to how long you have to remain in the store but you must enter and exit completely naked. 

2.Each member of your team must have their picture taken giving a guy a blow job.

All photos must be time stamped with today's date. Contest ends at midnight. 

"Wow! So much for toning things down. What are you girls going to do?"

Samantha was alternately looking at the ground and then over at Rhonda. She never looked at me and left Rhonda to respond. Rhonda wasn't nearly as confident as she had appeared that afternoon but she was still clearly their spokesperson. 

"Here's the thing. It's 10:30 now and we need to be back by 12:00. We considered driving around in hopes of finding a convenience store that had a woman working behind the counter. We figured we could go in and explain what we were doing and if she was cool with it we'd wait until nobody else was there and get it done as fast as we could. We thought about what you said this afternoon and we figured that they probably have surveillance cameras inside so even if got a gal to be cool about it there would still be a record of us doing this and that's probably not a good idea."

"Yep, surveillance tape of a naked purchase would be a bad thing. And you always run the risk of having someone pull into the parking lot while you're inside. That could get embarrassing."

"We thought of that too so we then considered the second option. The baseball team is out of town at a tournament and the couple of guy friends we thought might help us out are gone with them until Tuesday. We thought about that cartoon you told us about and figured we could go any of a number of places and try to get a guy to go along with it but you cautioned us to be safe and it's easy to see how that could get out of hand. That wouldn't be a good idea with someone we didn't know and trust."

"Good...so you thought it through realized you didn't have any good, safe options and decided not to cave in to peer-pressure. Now you can focus on getting the rest of the items on the list between now and midnight."

"Well, actually there was one more option that we thought about." 

Rhonda paused as if trying to decide if she should continue or not.

"You see we could have worked the second one out if these two guys were in town. We could have trusted them to be cool with just a blowjob and not try to push for anything more. No guy turns down a blowjob, right? I mean it's just a blowjob with no strings attached."

"They might not have wanted to have their picture taken getting that blowjob, did you think of that? Not only that, there are some guys that wouldn't do it just for the purposes of fulfilling a bet. If they thought it wasn't something the girls would have wanted to do anyway they might say no."

"Well, nothing in the rules said the guy's faces had to be in the picture so that shouldn't be an obstacle. And if we could convince the guy that we really wanted to give him a blowjob anyway...that shouldn't be an obstacle either, right?"

"I suppose that's true but as you said, your two friends are out of town until Tuesday."

"Yeah but we thought about someone else that could help us. It had to be someone we could trust to not say anything, be cool with just a blowjob...and like you said this afternoon. We shouldn't do anything on a dare that we wouldn't want to do anyway."

I knew where this was going. As hard as it was to believe, it was clear this had been the girl's intention from the start but I wasn't going to make that final leap myself. 

"And so who is this trustworthy person that you want to give a blowjob?"

"Duh, it's you, Bill. We want to give you a blowjob and have you let us take a picture. I take it you wouldn't want your face in the picture."

"Samantha, you haven't said a word. Is this what you want, too?" 

Samantha was staring at the floor but nodded shyly. I waited her out and the long silence forced her to look up and saw me waiting expectantly.

"Yes," she finally said.

"I can't believe I'm going to agree to this but as long as my face isn't in the pictures and you both really want to do this, I won't say no."

"Geez, I thought we were going to have to twist your arm."

"It's not like that. Believe me the thought of you two giving me head is incredible but I would feel like a creep if I was taking advantage of you."

"This is something we want to do. We were talking about it all afternoon."

"Well if you need to be back by midnight we should probably stop talking about it. Is there in the living room on the couch okay for you?"

The girls nodded and followed me in. I turned around to face them when I got to the couch. I was sort of frozen in place because I wasn't quite sure where to start. This wasn't exactly a date and I'd never choreographed something like this in my mind before.

Rhonda noticed my hesitation. "You should probably be naked for this, don't you think?"

Now you'd think that after spending the entire afternoon naked in front of them that stripping off then should have come easily. Still, I was about to get naked, not for the purposes of hanging out on the beach, but rather to have my cock sucked by these two beautiful girls. Also this whole discussion had given me an incredible erection so that was new. I hooked my fingers under the elastic band at my hips and slid my gym shorts to the ground. Then I kicked them to the side and looked up to face the girls. I was gratified by the looks on their faces.

Rhonda was the only one to speak. "I knew it was going to be large when I saw it this afternoon but it's bigger than I thought."

Rhonda crossed the few feet of carpet between us and reached out to grab it. She considered its size in her tiny hand and then looked up at me. I leaned down to kiss her and she met my lips. It didn't last long. She backed off and looked down at my cock again which she was still gripping firmly. She let go long enough to playfully push me back onto the couch. I leaned back and Rhonda knelt between my legs. Her right hand went straight to my balls and she gripped them gently. She moved her face close to my cock and studied it before reaching out with her tongue to lick the tip. Then she took the head in her mouth and lowered herself about halfway down. She did this a couple of times before backing off and looked for Samantha.

"Do you have the camera ready?"

Samantha had knelt down off to the side and was watching. The question seemed to startle her. She giggled and shrugged her shoulders..."Oops...forgot"...and ran off to the kitchen to get Rhonda's cell phone. She returned and dropped back to her knees and started to line up a shot.

"Do you think I should be like this or like this?"

Rhonda asked the question as she first put the tip of her tongue on the tip of my cock. Then she slid down with her mouth on the side of my shaft and the tip of my cock right next to her cheek to provide an alternate pose.

"That first one is good, Rhonda."

Rhonda re-assumed that pose and Samantha snapped a photo. She considered the image for a few moments before showing it to Rhonda. My cock was ignored for a short time as Rhonda looked at the photo.

"Oooohh I like it! And I like this too," as she returned her attention to my cock. 

She worked her way up and down my shaft a few times with her fist and then wrapped her lips around it again. Samantha moved next to me and showed me the image on the phone. Now like most guys I've looked at a fair number of pictures of blowjobs in my time but I'd never seen a picture of a girl sucking my cock before. It was even more amazing than I thought it might be. It took no skill on my part. I was just laying there with a hard-on. Rhonda looked very sexy and I loved the fact that I knew that it was my cock that she was licking. 

"Yeah, that's a good one," I managed to say before returning my attention to the actual blowjob. 

It seemed odd to take an interest in the photo of the blowjob during the actual blowjob. I needed only to look down to see this hot young teen working my cock over. I was enjoying myself immensely and it would have been very easy to lose myself completely but Samantha was there watching and I remembered what else was in store for me. 

"If my memory serves me correctly, the rules said something about both team members being involved."

Rhonda seemed disappointed that she had to give up her lollipop but she moved from between my legs and made room for Samantha. It didn't seem real as I watched the young neighbor girl slide over on her knees to take up a position between my legs. She hesitated and kept her eyes down. I would have loved to believe that she was staring at my cock but she appeared frozen. I wasn't sure if her hesitation signaled that she really didn't want to do this or if, like me, she really wanted this but was afraid to admit it. She would be a slut and I was a degenerate pervert.

"You don't have to this," I said.

That seemed to steel her resolve. She put the head in her mouth a bit tentatively at first, but then started raising and lowering head. She traced and retraced a path over just the final three inches of my cock. Samantha fell into a rhythm moving up and down my shaft and then brought a hand up to squeeze my balls. The other hand went to the base of my cock as she wrapped her thumb and forefinger around it. I don't know if she was afraid that it was going to try to get away but there was little chance of that. 




Getting to Know The Neighbors Ch. 02



I awoke the next morning feeling amazing. I wondered at that for a moment and then the memories came flooding back. It took me a minute to sort through it all and convince myself that it had really happened and wasn't just a dream. I got up and took a leak before heading into the kitchen to make a pot of coffee. While I waited for it to brew I walked back to my study and had to pass the entrance to the living room on the way. I glanced over to the couch where it all happened the night before and smiled. Upon reaching my study I logged into my computer, checked emails and the morning's headlines and then retraced my steps to get a cup of coffee. I poured a cup and then turned to lean against the counter while I carefully sipped at my morning caffeine fix. Had something wonderful happened or did I just complicate the shit out of my life? It was probably a bit of both. 

I decided to go for a run to try and sort it out. I always found the ¾ of a mile mark to be the key. Up until that time the labored breathing kept sending signals to the brain to stop running so the discomfort would pass. Once I crossed that point in my run I was able to settle in and enjoy my run. I would never be mistaken for a competitive runner but I generally did five miles a day six days a week. This routine had melted the fat away from my midsection and left me lean. Sunday was normally my rest day but I felt antsy. The run didn't clear my head but I worked up a good sweat. After a shower and some breakfast, I loaded up the car and drove back over to the beach. I set up my blanket and chair before stripping off my shorts and settling in for another day on the Northern California Coast. It promised to be a beautiful day and there was no sign of the wind that caused the girls to seek the shelter of my blanket under the bluff the previous day. That was what they were seeking, right?

They had honestly looked like they were just looking for shelter from the wind yesterday when they caught sight of me and asked if they could join me. I had no idea where our conversation would lead that afternoon and certainly wouldn't have dreamed of what it led to that night. I believed the story they told on the beach about their scavenger hunt adventures. Showing up on my doorstep at ten o'clock that night to return my blanket and hope for a picture of a bowling ball seemed unnecessary but in light of the dare dilemma they laid out it made sense to enlist my help. I could make a case for the girls deciding that it was preferable to avoid having to both walk into a convenience store completely nude, walk up to the counter to make a purchase and have their picture taken as evidence for their game. That avoidance was purchased by having to have their pictures taken sucking a guy's cock. In this case, the cock happened to belong to the old guy that lived next door. Of course, only they knew that. Their friends didn't have to know since my face was left out of the photos. I guess their decisions made sense assuming they weren't freaked out by the idea of sucking my cock. That sure didn't seem to be the case, although Samantha seemed shy about it at first. 

I would have been perfectly prepared to believe all of that if it hadn't been for the fact that they blew off the sleepover. They wouldn't go to all that trouble to win, only to simply walk next door and go to sleep instead of claiming their hard won victory. Could it have been that they faked that night's scavenger hunt just to suck my cock? None of it really made sense. Maybe it wasn't an actual sleepover but just a scavenger hunt party instead. The photos would have timestamps so they didn't need to show up by midnight with their evidence. That made more sense. I wondered how the other teams fared. I could probably talk the girls into letting me know at some point. 

The beach began to populate as the morning stretched on and there was a respectable crowd by noon. I kept glancing up to the trail that led down from the parking lot. It was nearly one o'clock before the girls arrived. They looked over in my direction as they hit the base of the trail and each waved at me but they turned to the left and headed off towards their usual spots. Was I relieved or disappointed? How does one react to the previous night's events? If they had been some anonymous pair of teens then I would revel in it. I wouldn't have any guilt behind it at all but that wasn't the case. It was bad enough that we spent the afternoon talking about sex while I was naked and they were nearly naked. I'd let them give me a blowjob. As wonderful as it was, it sort of makes it difficult to think of one's self as a respectable member of the community. Was it worth it? I could probably tune out K-guilt radio playing in my head if I could spend the afternoon staring at their pert little tits and showing my cock to them. So much for respectable...maybe respectability isn't all it's cracked up to be. 

After about an hour had passed I took off for my usual stroll down the beach. I'd decided not to seek the girls out, but would just offer another wave unless they called me over. I picked my way through the sunbathers around me and made my way down to the waterline. I was lost in thought as I hugged the water but looked over towards where I thought the girls might be. I didn't see them where I thought they would be and continued my stroll. I did finally hear Rhonda call my name out.

"Hey Bill!"

I turned to see her jogging towards me wearing only a tiny red bikini bottom. It was impressive to watch this young athlete run. There was a pleasant little bounce to her breasts while nothing else jiggled at all. I wondered what it would have looked like from behind. God, this girl was firm.

"Come on over to our spot. Samantha and I want to talk to you."

"Okay, lead the way"

She closed the gap between us and grabbed my hand. That was nice but I sort of wished she had turned right there so I could walk behind her and admire her ass. Still, there was no trace of shyness as she took my hand. Clearly she wasn't feeling badly about the previous night. I wondered if Samantha was feeling any remorse. As we approached their little encampment I could see that Samantha was lying on her stomach. She was wearing a blue and white horizontal striped bikini bottom that just covered her well-toned ass. That was a greeting I could appreciate and it only got better when she rolled over as she heard us approach. She supported herself with her elbows, kept her left leg straight and brought her right foot even with her left knee. She smiled and squinted slightly as the sun shone on her face. Rhonda sat down cross legged on her towel and I did the same on their blanket. 

"I am so wiped out today. We didn't get much sleep last night," Samantha said.

"Really? Gosh I slept like a baby. I was amazingly relaxed for some reason," I teased.

"Yeah, I'll bet," said Rhonda. "We were still pretty tense when we left your place."

"I would have loved to help you with that...maybe a massage or something," I offered and then immediately regretted it. Wasn't I trying to not be a letch? 

"Mmm...that would have been nice," said Rhonda. Samantha blushed a little and looked away.

"You had to rush back to your party though," I said this to see if I could catch them in a lie. I still suspected that the whole thing might have been a set up.

"As it turned out we went back to Sam's place. We didn't feel like going back to the party and had our time-stamped pictures to prove we'd completed our dare. We were tired and wanted to take care of that tension before going to sleep.

"Rhonda! Shut up!" 

Samantha was genuinely shocked that Rhonda made such a comment. It was clear that they both were in search of an orgasm before going to sleep but I was really very curious to know how that was achieved. Did they masturbate? Did they do it together or did one slip off to the bedroom while the other was in the bathroom. I suppose they might have done it under the covers with the lights out trying to keep it from the other. I then had a flashback to Sandy and Jean eating each other out so many years ago and wondered if the girls were into that sort of thing. My cock lurched a bit at the thought and some tell-tale swelling began. 

"Oh, come on," said Rhonda. "I'm sure Bill isn't surprised by that."

Masturbating wouldn't have surprised me but the idea of the girls pleasuring each other would have. I really wanted to know how this tension got relieved but I avoided the temptation to ask. Samantha was embarrassed enough as it was. I decided to help Samantha out and change the subject to something else I was curious about.

"So how did the scavenger hunt turn out? Have you girls compared notes?"

"That's why we were late getting over here. We met at Starbucks for a latte and to show off our photos. Only two teams finished the dare. Lori and Tanya didn't complete either dare so they're out. Nikki and Maria did so they're still in the running. I can't believe that Nikki let Maria pose for that picture with her boyfriend's dick. I don't think she actually sucked it, though. We didn't give you up to the girls but I think Lori might suspect. She's seen your dick, after all. Of course, you didn't have a stiffy then so she couldn't be sure. They were all impressed with your cock by the way."

"I'm flattered. It's nice to be appreciated."

"They were very curious who you were but we kept it a secret. I really thought we might win it outright and we wouldn't have to worry about this anymore," Rhonda continued.

"What do you mean not have to worry about it anymore?" 

"Yeah, that's part of the rules. Until your team completes the dare from the previous week you can't continue. Lori and Tanya are out now because they didn't do either of the dares from last night. Since Maria isn't seeing anyone we thought they might be done, too. Nikki dreamed up these dares and I guess she had already worked it out with Maria that Maria could at least pretend to blow Paul. Nikki must have thought this dare would be enough to win since the guys we would ordinarily turn to were out of town. Fortunately, you came through for us so we're still in the competition."

"I'm glad I could help."

"Samantha thinks this is getting out of hand and wants it to stop. I want to win and then would be okay with the whole thing ending. It's our turn to devise the next scavenger hunt and dare. We talked on the way over here about what kind of dare to propose that we might do that Nikki and Maria wouldn't. Nikki is a slut and will do almost anything sex-wise. Maria will go along with anything Nikki suggests but they're both less enthusiastic about public nudity. They won't even come to the beach with us. We're thinking about proposing a dare that requires us to walk the Bay to Breakers Race topless. It's in two weeks. We've got a swim meet out of town next week so our scavenger hunt falls on that weekend. I think it would be perfect but Samantha isn't so sure. "

I suppose most people have heard of the Bay to Breakers Race held in San Francisco each May. It's about 7 ½ miles long and attracts elite runners and a huge crowd of walkers, too. It's a great big party. Lots of people wear elaborate costumes and some people wear no costumes. In fact, they wear nothing at all. While it's not exactly legal there's a long tradition of the police turning a blind eye to men and women going naked so long as they're not doing anything overtly sexual. It's become an accepted part of the race and part of the reason why people come to watch the race. There are lots of families there and nobody cares if there are a few naked people. Lots of people pose for pictures with the naked people. 

"What are you concerned about, Samantha? You go topless here."

"Yeah but most everybody is naked here. That's different. Besides, what if we ran into someone we know?"

"You know me and got over it pretty quick," I countered. 

"We trust you and like I said, you're naked."

"I know what you're saying. When I came here in my twenties I was pretty concerned about it. I did run into a gal that was a friend of my older brother's but she was naked, too, so that wasn't a big deal. There was one woman I knew that I started seeing here. I knew her from work and she was much older than me and while she was here most weekends she was always wearing a cover-up. I never saw her naked. I avoided her for weeks until finally one day I decided to just walk past and say hi. It was one of the bravest things I ever did but it turned out to be no big deal at all. I wound up having about a ten minute conversation with her. I was naked and she wasn't and nobody cared."

"So you think I should do it?"

"I think the idea has merit. You're at least marginally inclined to be naked or at least topless around other people. You would be one of many doing it and it's no big deal for people to see naked people there. And it would allow you to bring this contest to an end. I think that's a good thing because at some point it's going to get out of hand. This way, you could win it outright in a way that has no chance of you getting arrested."

"If you were me, would you do it?"

"Yeah, I think I would. It's no big deal and it sounds like it could be a good time. You should go for it."

"I don't know. I'd be afraid of guys hitting on us and making me uncomfortable."

Rhonda had remained silent throughout this interplay but finally chimed in. "What if we got someone to come with us?"

"Yeah, you could do that. Get someone to go along with you." The words were out of my mouth before I recognized the danger.

"Yeah, Bill could come with us to keep the guys from hitting on us," Rhonda said enthusiastically.

Commence emergency back-peddling sequence now... 

"Now I don't know about that," I stammered.

"Oh, why not? Just yesterday you said yourself that you don't mind being seen naked so long as people aren't uncomfortable and there's no risk of being arrested. I think it's a great idea."

"This is different," I insisted. 

"How? What's different about everything you just said to Samantha about doing it that doesn't apply to you?"

"Well, I don't have a dare contest that I'm trying to bring to a close. Why would I do it?"

Now Samantha joined the attack. "You said you thought it was getting out of hand and that you'd prefer it ended. You could help by supporting us and protecting us. You said it was no big deal...or didn't you mean it..."

Oh crap. I was caught by my own cleverness. I had positioned it so well to convince Samantha and now I was being hung out to dry by my own words. 

"I'll look into it and think about it."

I tried to stall in hopes of thinking of some way that I could get out of it. Despite my words of it being no big deal, I really was concerned about running into people that I knew. 

"There's a website called baretobreakers.com that talks all about it. They talk about the logistics and legality for people considering doing the race in the nude. We should go check it out. How late were you going to stay at the beach today? We could do it this afternoon. "

"I've got a couple errands to run so I won't be going straight home," I lied. 

I don't know if it was them or me that I didn't trust. Being alone with them in my home again didn't seem like a good idea. Of course, my ego could be getting away from me, too. It's likely last night was a one time thing. Why in the world would these sweet young girls want to be with this fossil again?

"Okay, check it out when you do get home and we'll catch up with you later."

"I'll do that. I should get going now, though."

"Okay, I do hope you'll help us out. We'd feel a lot safer with you along with us. We might not do this if you don't come and it would be nice to bring this dare stuff to an end."

"I hear you. We'll talk later."

Once I got home I logged onto that web site. It certainly answered all of the questions out there except whether or not I had the guts to do this...and if I should. Actually the idea excited me a great deal. It would allow me to indulge a fantasy (within reason) that was usually illegal or at least socially unacceptable. And the naked runners are part of the attraction of this bizarre race so the women would be willing participants. I was nervous about having little or no control over who might see me and there was also the fact that so many people would be taking pictures as well. 

There was a precaution that I could take but it would remove some of the thrill as well. Lots of people wear costumes and some of the naked people wear masks or disguises of some sort. I had a wacky yellow afro wig that I used with a costume years before. The hair stuck out about three inches and it made me look rather cartoonish but with that and some large sunglasses my identity would be hidden. It's not like anyone would be trying to pick me out of the crowd because most people had no idea I might do something like this. I would have liked to think I had the guts to do it as myself but I was skeptical. One way or the other though, I decided to do this. 

The girls showed up at my front door that night to find out what I'd decided. I was in the middle of cooking dinner and used that as an excuse to cut the visit short but I agreed to do the race with them. I was rewarded with a peck on the cheek from each of them and they scurried out the door, giggling all the way. What had I done?

Over the course of the next two weeks I had plenty of time to think about the event. I visited the baretobreakers.com site a few more times hoping to divine what was going to happen but it became no clearer. I decided to bring the afro wig in the backpack that would carry my clothes, wallet, keys and such so I would have the option of hiding my identity right up until the last minute. 

I was pretty bleary eyed when I woke up that morning. It would take a while to get into the city and find parking. I took a shower and spent more time than usual on my appearance. I did a little trimming of my pubic area. I didn't want to make it obvious but I wanted to clean up around the base of my cock and the few scraggly hairs that were on my dick. I wasn't self conscious about my size but as long as so many people were going to see me that day, I figured it was worth a little trouble to show him off in the best possible way. I showered and then considered myself in the mirror as I slapped a little cologne on. Usually I wouldn't do that for a run but this wasn't an actual workout. I was satisfied with the image I found in the mirror. I was tan and trim and looked younger than my 43 years. I had nothing to be ashamed of...unless I was going to let being seen naked by thousands of people bother me. One more time I tried on the wig and sunglasses to reassure myself that my disguise would work if I decided it was necessary. I was confident that I wouldn't be found out and removed the wig and glasses. After putting on a t-shirt and gym shorts, I grabbed my watch, keys and wallet and climbed into my car with a cup of coffee to make the trek into the city.

The race started at 7:00 AM down near the Embarcadero, so the girls and I decided to meet at 6:30 by the aid station near the start. While I'd read on the website that the race attracts as many as 70,000 participants, the enormity of that many people milling around waiting for the race to start hadn't set in with me. I looked around and saw people of all ages, sizes and outfits. The media was there, too. One of the local stations always broadcast the race which I'd forgotten. I felt a sudden panic and then remembered that they avoided taking pictures of the nudies since they were broadcasting. I wondered if I would see my favorite (incredibly hot) morning newscaster. I knew she hosted the event but was always hanging out in Golden Gate Park somewhere. The starting line was covered by the younger gal that did weather for the morning news. She was with her crew in a roped off area where they had some room but could walk up to engage the crowd. This was her first year covering the event and I saw her doing the occasional interview with participants and spectators but mostly she seemed a little overwhelmed by all the people. She also seemed to take an interest in the few nudies that were wandering around waiting for the start of the race. She never approached any of them but she seemed intrigued. Her eyes followed them around between takes as she joked with her crew. 




Getting to Know The Neighbors Ch. 02



Suddenly I made a decision about whether or not to wear the wig and when I was going to strip for the day. There were two attractive women that appeared to be in their late twenties that were about twenty feet away from the weathergirl right on the perimeter of the rope line. I'd heard them talking about people they saw in the crowd and they were enjoying themselves immensely. I walked over to them and stopped right on the rope line off to one side. 

"Would you mind holding this for me for a minute?" I asked the closest of the ladies while I held out my backpack. 

"Uh, sure," she replied.

She watched to see what I would do next and was a little surprised to see me reach down, grab the bottom of my t-shirt and pull it over my head. I reached over and unzipped the top pocket of the backpack and placed my shirt inside. I glanced off to my left and was happy to see that the weathergirl had noticed this action. I didn't make eye contact with anyone, looking down at the ground as I hooked my thumbs into the waistband of my gym shorts and pushed them down to the ground revealing myself to now be nude. The girls next to me made a small exclamation as they obviously watched this stranger next to them strip. Fortunately I didn't fall on my ass as I stepped out of my gym shorts. Normally my shoes would be off when I attempted such a maneuver. I bent over to pick the shorts up and then stood to put them in my backpack. Once they were inside I re-zipped the top. Only then did I look up at the girls.

"Thanks," I said as I took my backpack from them.

"You're welcome," said the one who had been holding it for me.

"Nice costume," said the other one.

"Thank you so much. I'm glad you like it."

The weathergirl had a sideways view of this scene but I then turned to face her. She was looking at me but I didn't say anything, choosing instead to offer a simple wave. She blushed a little as she returned the wave and I immediately turned to walk away. I didn't have guts enough wait for any more reaction from the people near me. I moved off to look for the girls and become another anonymous nudie in this vast crowd.

I checked the time on my watch and saw that it was pretty close to the time I was supposed to meet the girls. I really liked that watch. It had been a gift from my buddy when we sold the company. He spent far more on it than I ever would have on a watch. I couldn't tell you what kind it was but it was distinctive. I'd never seen anyone else with a similar one. I took up a position near the first aid station and watched for the girls. How in the world were we going to find each other in this crush of people. It was wild to be standing there wearing nothing but my running shoes and my watch. Amazingly, I finally spied Rhonda by herself. I called her name and walked over to greet her.

"Hey, you're not topless yet." 

"Wow, you really did it...you're naked."

"I said I would. Where's Samantha?"

"I'm glad I found you. She's here but there's been a change of plans. Last night her mom invited herself along today. Samantha tried to talk her out of it but couldn't. She was concerned about our safety and we couldn't tell her that we were meeting you here. She wouldn't let Sam come unless she got to join us. I've got to get back to them but I wanted to find you and warn you. We're really sorry."

"It's a good thing you did find me. That would have been tough to explain and more than a little embarrassing." 

"What are you going to do?"

"I don't know. This sure changes my plans. You better get back to them and I'll figure out my next step. Have fun today."

"You too," said Rhonda as she disappeared into the crowd. 

This certainly changed things considerably. I had been willing to take a chance that I might by seen by someone that I knew while I was naked but I never expected it to be my neighbor with her daughter and a young friend in tow. That might bring out her protective instincts. I was really enjoying being naked out here though so rather than leave, I decided to grab the afro wig and huge sunglasses and buy myself a little anonymity. That took some of the edge off the enjoyment but it certainly made me far more comfortable. One gal saw me put the wig and sunglasses on and looked at me quizzically. It must have seemed strange after walking around for naked with no costume for a while. 

"I decided I'm kinda shy after all," I shrugged and offered an explanation.

She chuckled, "Yeah shy...that's just what I was thinking."

The loudspeakers finally boomed above the noise of the crowd and counted down to the start of the race....3...2...1...go! It took a long time before the crowd started to move. The elite runners were at the head of the pack while the rest of us were packed in like cattle. With this many people, there would be runners that finished the 7 ½ mile race before everyone had even crossed the start line. After a while the crowd spaced out a bit and you could move more freely. Rather than everyone moving at one pace, some could now move past people around them while slower walkers fell back. I walked faster than many so I gained ground on those in front of me. Being the pervert I was, I shifted my path a bit so that I could walk within a few feet of some of the women as I passed. I loved to hear the comments as they realized there was a naked man beside them. Some made cat calls while most giggled and laughed. I heard a few call me a weirdo under their breath. The vast majority seemed appreciative and I often heard spectators that lined the streets call out.

"Here comes another nudie!!!"

It was a pretty festive atmosphere. We made our way up Howard Street and I was nearly at Seventh before I got my first of what turned out to be numerous photo requests. I'd seen lots of cameras before and knew that they had been pointed at me a few times before but this was the first request that I pose with people.

"Hey naked man! Come take a picture with us!"

I looked over and saw three women in their thirties calling to me. Initially I shook my head no but they persisted and finally I figured what the hell and relented. I walked over and soon found myself with a gal on either side of me mugging for the camera while the third friend took our picture. I wouldn't have had the guts to do that if I wasn't wearing the disguise. I never imagined anyone wanting a naked picture of me but it was clear that it wasn't a naked picture of me they wanted. They wanted pictures of themselves standing next to a naked man. I found myself wishing that I had brought a camera so that I might have some photos of me naked with these women. Having done some web searches over the last week, I knew there was a fair chance that one of these photos would wind up posted on the web. That was a thrill in itself. Only I would know that it was me. 

The pace I'd kept while walking had allowed me to pass a good many people and I felt sure that I'd left my neighbors well behind me. I had requests for poses a couple more times before we turned onto Ninth. I had been naked in public for over an hour now and, other than Rhonda, hadn't been seen by anyone I knew. That changed on Ninth Street. Off to the left I saw a couple of women that I had worked with a few years earlier. They were among the many people who had lined the street to watch the human spectacle pass before them. I recognized them right off as they hadn't changed. I was confident that they wouldn't recognize me because I'd lost about thirty pounds since they'd last seen me...and I didn't have a yellow afro last time they saw me...and I wasn't naked last time. It was strange and exciting to stroll past them naked like it was nothing. 

The route didn't stay on Ninth very long and soon we turned left onto Van Ness. There were bathrooms and a water station there. I hadn't been thinking about it in all the excitement but I now realized I really needed to pee. The lines were very long to get into the porta-potties but there was no alternative. It's strange standing in a line where you're the only naked person but not nearly as strange as I would have thought previously. I found myself having conversations with people around me as we waited.  

Finally, it was my turn and I quickly emptied my bladder. I felt much better as I returned to the route and glanced at my watch. That diversion had taken over fifteen minutes. I wondered if I would find myself passing the same walkers that I had passed previously. I walked over to the water station and greeted the volunteers as I grabbed a bottle of water. It was no big deal as I was probably the fiftieth naked person they had seen that day. 

I continued on the route for perhaps another quarter of a mile when I noticed three women walking ahead of me on the left. It was Nancy and the girls. I faltered in my step for a moment and nearly changed course but remembered that I had the wig and sunglasses and had walked past those other gals without being recognized. I thought it would be fun to walk naked past the three of them, particularly Nancy who was on the right of the girls.

I didn't want to tempt fate so I stuck to the right with the intention of passing by at a range of about twenty feet. I should have known that wasn't going to work though. I had just drawn even with them when Rhonda looked to the left and saw the naked guy moving past her.

"It's another naked guy! Let's get another picture."

"Hey, naked guy! We want a picture," Rhonda and Samantha called out in unison already moving towards me. 

I didn't say a word.

Nancy looked amused as she followed reaching for her cell phone to take the picture. There was no hint of recognition as the girls stood on each side of me and slipped an arm around my waist. I, in turn, put an arm over their shoulders and smiled for the camera. Nancy grinned as she took the photo of us. 

"It's your turn, Mom," called Samantha. 

Nancy didn't balk as she switched places with the girls. She stood next to me and put an arm around me and I her. Samantha fumbled in her purse to find her cell phone. 

"Did you want to use mine?" asked her mom.

"No, no...it's in here," replied Samantha.

We held our pose but Nancy turned to look at me. 

"You don't mind do you?" She asked me. 

I was enjoying my little joke immensely and responded, "Not at all."

She leaned forward slightly and looked down. I thought she was checking out my cock but she straightened and smiled a bit. Samantha was still digging in her purse. I was not prepared for what happened next. The hand Nancy had around my waist slid down to cup my ass cheek and gave it a squeeze. At the same time she rose up on her toes and leaned into me to whisper in my ear. 

"You look ridiculous in that wig, Bill".

The girls hadn't seen that exchange and I looked over to Nancy while my jaw dropped. 

"How did you...?" I couldn't complete the thought. 

"Your cologne is very distinctive and then I thought I recognized your voice. When I glanced over and saw your watch I knew for sure," she whispered. Nancy was enormously proud of herself. 

"Ready! Now smile, Mom," Samantha called.

I'm certain smiling was not a problem for Nancy. I could only imagine the look on my face. I was in shock and more than a little mortified. Nancy gave my ass another squeeze as she moved to rejoin the girls. 

"That's enough now, girls. Thank the nice man for the picture and we'll let him get on with the walk," Nancy said. 

I immediately started moving off and heard the girls call "Thanks mister" after me. Holy shit! What just happened? Nancy recognized me, still posed for a picture with her naked neighbor and even playfully grabbed my ass. I thought I was going to get over on all of them but Nancy would have the last laugh. I doubted she would tell the girls. She might be fine with a bunch of bay to breaker photos with the girls and strangers. She wouldn't want the girls to know they were in possession of a naked picture of the man that lived next door, right? That would have surprised me but what hadn't surprised me that day. 

I never even made it to the Hayes Street Hill, let alone the end of the race. I was so embarrassed by the encounter with Nancy that I decided to head home. I got out of sight of them and pulled my gym shorts and t-shirt from the backpack and got dressed. I didn't want to fight the flow of traffic so I moved over to a parallel street and worked my way back to the car. 

My mind was a torrent of thoughts on the drive home. How was I going to face Nancy the next time I saw her. Was she going to think I was some kind of pervert? I felt like I was but what conclusion would she draw. Halfway home I was worked up into a complete sweat but some semblance of calm had returned by the time I got home. I had given thought before to how I would handle seeing someone I knew while doing Bay to Breakers nude. I'd lost a chunk of weight and could claim it was a positive body image celebration on my part. The yellow afro disguise detracted from that a bit but it was still plausible. Even a person on a positive body image celebration could reasonably claim to want some anonymity. 

While I could have spent hours thinking about the ramifications of that day's events, I had a more immediate problem to deal with. And by problem I meant erection. I was tempted to feature Nancy in this fantasy but I couldn't put a facial expression to her seeing my cock for the first time. Was there shock or amusement or something else all together. I suppose that could have given me more freedom. I had a blank canvas to work with, though I could have built off the sense of total control she had as she revealed that she knew my identity while I just stood there naked. 

I'd sort that out later. It was easier to work with the new fantasy that had emerged when I stripped in front of those two ladies and the weathergirl. I couldn't quite recall the faces of the first two but I sure remembered the look on the weathergirl's face. It happened so quickly that morning, but when I replayed it in my mind it was in slow motion. There was no need to feign nonchalance and ignore those around me. This time I was able to linger and dwell on the facial expressions of the two girls. There was surprise and interest as I removed my shirt. My toned upper body made them hopeful as I stashed the t-shirt away. Mentally they willed me to strip off my shorts and show them my cock. The hope on their faces morphed into shock and then pleasure as I complied with their unspoken desire. There was no need to ignore the weathergirl as I stripped this time. My mental simulcast allowed me to enjoy watching her reaction to the athletic man getting naked in front of her. No words came from her mouth that was stuck somewhat slack-jawed. 

Returning my attention to the two women before me, I found that the nearest one had abandoned my backpack and was pulling her own top over her head to reveal a pair of gorgeous breasts. She fell to her knees and began sucking my cock. Her shocked friend could only look on at the slutty reaction of her friend. She attacked my cock with a vengeance as if desperate to capture all of it. I looked back to my left to see my weathergirl witness the blowjob with rapt attention. She was holding her microphone to her chest and while one hand gripped the base, the other was moving up and down the length of it as if she was trying to jerk me off from afar. When I turned back to the little cocksucker at my feet I noticed that her friend was no longer frozen in shock. She had pushed her gym shorts and panties down to her knees and was rubbing furiously at her pussy as she watched her friend inhale my engorged cock. That sent me over the edge and my body was wracked with an intense orgasm. I knew I would never watch the morning news the same again. It made me wish I'd stuck it out (no pun intended) at the race long enough to get to Golden Gate Park where I might have seen the female anchor. She was a real honey and that would have changed the morning news for me forever. 

That took the physical edge off and I was able to get dressed and face the rest of my day. Since the race had started so early and I had bailed before it was over, I got home with much of the day still ahead of me. I decided to do some work out in the back yard. The first of the blooms on my roses had passed their prime so I decided to deadhead them to urge a fresh batch to emerge. This allowed my mind to wander as I did something productive. I'd been at this for about half an hour when I heard a voice call my name.

"Hey Bill," Samantha called. 

I turned away from my roses and saw Samantha's head popped up over the fence. She must have dragged something over to the fence line to stand on because she certainly wasn't tall enough to just look over on her own. I crossed the yard to speak with her, anxious to get some sense of what I might be in for.

"Hi Samantha...I see you made it home from the race."

"Yeah, I'm so sorry about the change in plans. I tried to talk my mom out of coming with us but I couldn't do it."

"Speaking of your mom, where is she?"

"She took off for a late lunch with a friend. She should be back in a couple of hours."

"What did you think of the race?" I asked.

"It was lots of fun. Certainly more fun than I thought it was going to be on the drive there. Mom wanted to prepare us for the fact that there was a good chance that we might see naked people there. We let her go on and on because we didn't want to tell her about our trips to the nude beach. Obviously seeing naked people didn't bother us."

Samantha hadn't said a word about them running into me so I surmised that the girls didn't recognize me and that Nancy hadn't told them. I guess that made sense. Would you want your teenage daughter to know that she was carrying around naked pictures of the guy that lives next door. 

"There were quite a few from what I saw. Did you see many?"

"We saw quite a few. It was pretty awkward at first. We didn't know how to react in front of my mom. She seemed a little shy at first but once she saw the way other women reacted she got into it. We even got our picture taken with quite a few of the naked guys."

"How did that happen?"

"The first time we were walking past a couple of girls who talked a naked guy into taking a picture with them and they asked my mom to take the photo. She used their camera while they stood right next to the guy. When the picture was taken one of the girls said "your turn" and the next thing I knew mom had handed them her phone and we were getting our picture taken with the naked guy."

"No kidding! That had to be strange."

"It was at first but it became a game to see how many of them would pose naked with us. There was one that I think my mom kinda liked because she asked me to email her the picture I took of her with him."

"Oh yeah? What did she like about him?"

"I'm not sure. I mean, he had a good body and a nice dick but he had this ridiculous afro wig on that made him look a little silly. It's too bad really. Without the wig he was probably a pretty good looking guy. Mom seemed to think so but maybe it was just his dick. It was a little embarrassing because she kept talking about it. Hello...you're my mom. You don't need to be talking about dicks in front of me."

I didn't know if I should be flattered or scared. Was she going to try to use that picture for blackmail or did she have some other interest in it? Like so many things that had happened in the last few weeks, this could turn out to be a very good thing or a very bad thing. I was more than a little curious to see how I would learn which way it would go. Regardless, it was nice to know that my cock had made an impression. 

"I know you just think of her as your mom, but she is a woman, too."

"I know. And I want those things for her too but I don't want to think about it or hear about it."




Getting to Know The Neighbors Ch. 02



I was uncomfortable with that topic so I changed the subject. 

"So would you and Rhonda have gone through with your topless dare if your mom hadn't come along?"

"I was ready to and you know Rhonda would have. She said you were standing around naked when she found you. You really did it."

"Not really. I mean, I did strip off and stayed that way for a while. When I heard about the change of plans I altered mine, too. Being naked and walking the race with two beautiful, topless young ladies would have been cool. Walking naked by myself seemed a little pervy so after a while I got dressed and left."

"That's too bad. You should have gone through with it. You could always have come and walked it with Mom, Rhonda and me." Samantha started giggling.

"Oh yeah...I'm sure that would have gone over well."

"I don't know. I think my mom might have liked it and Rhonda and I would have been willing to share you with her," Samantha giggled.

"Well geez, that's awfully generous of you." I paused for a moment before continuing. "You're different when Rhonda isn't around."

"Yeah, I guess. I let her take the lead but I can be playful, too."

"Apparently," I smiled.

"Anyhow...I should go. I just wanted to apologize again for the confusion. I hope we didn't get you embarrassed."

"I'll survive. It was an interesting experience and I'm none the worse for wear. Have a good afternoon."

"You, too," she said as she disappeared behind the fence once again. 

Now that was an interesting conversation. I could now be confident that the girls didn't know it was me under that ridiculous yellow hair. Even more interesting was the girl's observation that Samantha's mom seemed more than a little interested in the photo with me...and with my cock. I hadn't expected that but I sure wasn't disappointed by the revelation. It would certainly make me more at ease when I next had to face her. Well, at least it would change the nature of my unease. Rather than worrying about recriminations, I'd now be consumed with thoughts of sex with Nancy. That mental obsession was by no means unpleasant but it could get awkward.

I awoke the next morning and decided to start my day with a run. I started a pot of coffee, laced up my shoes and took off. Forty five minutes and five miles later I was no closer to a clue about how things would be with Nancy when I next saw her. As it turned out, I wouldn't have to wait too long to get an inkling. I'd stopped short of the house by about a quarter of a mile to warm down, walking the rest of the way home. Nancy was out front watering as I approached my house. She waved and called to me so I continued past my driveway to face the music in her front yard. Her outfit seemed to indicate that she would be off to enjoy her morning walk before too long. I could see that she was wearing a sports bra under her t-shirt. Gym shorts and running shoes completed her ensemble. The shorts were cut fairly high and really showed off her legs to great advantage. Even standing relaxed as she was, there was definition in her thighs and calves...mmmm....great legs.

"Good morning," I offered cautiously.

"Mornin'...how was your run?" She asked.

"Same as usual...once you get past the three quarter mile mark it's all good, but that first stretch is tough."

"How far did you go?"

"I did my normal route which is just about five miles."

"You could have easily run the race yesterday...it's only 7.5 miles. You didn't feel like running?"

"Yeah...ummm...as you well know I chose a different way to do Bay to Breakers. I had no idea that I'd run into you and the girls. I'm sorry about that."

"I'm not. The girls don't know that was you and I thought it was great. I was a little surprised though when I figured out the naked man I was posing with was you."

"A little surprised? It didn't look like it phased you a bit."

"I must have covered it well. Believe me, I was flustered."

"You did cover it well. You even managed to grab my ass. I kinda freaked out."

"Yeah, well...I couldn't resist giving you a little squeeze. You sure looked fine until I told you I knew it was you. Then your jaw muscles stopped working and you couldn't close your mouth. It was pretty funny."

"I'm so glad you enjoyed it," I said with great insincerity, rolling my eyes.

"Oh I enjoyed it all right. I felt sort of bad about shocking you like that but the rest I enjoyed immensely. Your workouts have sure paid off."

"Uh...thanks. I was sort of celebrating my new found fitness yesterday. I just wasn't hoping to run into anyone I knew."

"You had nothing to be ashamed of...you looked great...except for that ridiculous hair. Other than that you looked great in that photo. I looked at it some more later. Am I wrong or do you not have any tan lines?"

"No, I don't. I suppose you could say that I have a rather casual approach to clothing sometimes."

"I've never noticed that before."

"I've tried to be discreet around the house. There's a corner of my yard that is sheltered from view and I've been known to take in some sun there."

"It's your yard and you should be able to do as you please but I appreciate you being discreet. That would have been awkward with Samantha when she was growing up. I guess it's no big deal now. She's all grown up and it's not like she hasn't seen naked men before and you needn't cover up on my account. You may not have guessed this before but I like naked men."

"Geez, now I'm trying to figure out which one of us is surprising the other more. You always seemed so proper, I wouldn't have guessed there was this side to you."

"Yeah, well, I was married and I didn't think anyone but Steve needed to know that. Even now not many people do. Even some of my best friends don't know. It was better than way when Sam was growing up. Maybe I can be a bit freer now. Anyway...I'm sharing too much. Let's change the subject. Can I impose on you for a favor?"

"Sure, what do you need?"

"The sink in the second bathroom has a leak of some sort. Do you think you could take a look at it sometime when you get a chance? I hate to call a plumber for that."

"No need...I'm sure I can fix it. It's no big deal. I need to grab a shower but I can come by after that if you have time."

"That would be great. I really appreciate it."

"I'm happy to do it. I'll pop over in a bit," I said turning to walk away.

"Thanks again...oh and Bill?"

I looked back to her and saw a shit eating grin.

"Leave the yellow wig at home...the rest is up to you." She was laughing and enjoying her little joke immensely.

"Funny lady...funny lady," I shook my head as I walked away.

That certainly went far better than I ever hoped. Clearly there was a side to Nancy that I'd never known before. I wasn't quite certain what I wanted to do with that information but I could be far more relaxed than I had been in the past. I went inside and poured myself a cup of coffee before getting cleaned up. By the time I'd showered and shaved it was perfect drinking temperature. I would have lingered over it far longer but I was anxious to get over to Nancy's. After years of avoiding any innuendos in conversation it appeared that the dam was broken and beyond repair. I really enjoyed a good bit of sexual banter even if it doesn't lead to anything. 

I stopped by my garage to collect the most likely tools I would need to fix a leaky sink and some plumbers tape before walking next door. It would be a quick trip back if I forgot anything so I didn't overload myself. Nancy came to the door quickly and let me in. The entry led directly into the living room which was simply, but tastefully furnished. She led me towards the kitchen and dining room.

"Did you want something to drink?"

"I wouldn't say no to a cup of coffee if you've got it. I just had one cup this morning."

"Actually, I was just going to make a pot so you'll have a fresh one in just a couple of minutes."

We made small talk as we waited on the coffee. It wasn't terribly long before Nancy's cell phone interrupted us. Nancy reached for her phone and looked at the screen before answering. Her shoulders seemed to slump just a bit and a frown crossed her face before she answered but her voice gave no hint of displeasure.

"Hello."

Obviously I could only hear one side of the conversation and Nancy didn't move away but she did turn her face away so I wouldn't have been able to see her facial expressions. It didn't matter as I scanned the counter for a magazine or something to distract myself with while she took the call. 

"C'mon, I've asked you not to call me that."

"I'm fine what do you need?"

"I do need to look those over...when did you want to drop them by?"

"Okay, I'll see you soon. Bye."

"Crap," Nancy said as she ended the call.

Only then did I look over. "Problem?" I inquired.

"Not really. Do you know Rhonda's mom, Gina?"

"I know of her but I've never met her."

"We're actually good friends but she can be a bit annoying at times. She's gorgeous and confident and she's got all these stories she tells about her exploits. It's like she's the only one who has ever done anything racy. That's fine for her but she won't leave me alone. She's always bugging me to "get back in the game". I hate that term and I have no interest in dating. I loved the life I had with Steve and I just don't see myself ever being in a relationship again. I'll admit I miss the physical side of a relationship sometimes...even often maybe, but I won't live with another man again. The worst of it is she calls me Ice Queen. You'd think she'd be a little more understanding. I mean, we're friends right? I just wish she'd get off my back."

"Wow...I could understand encouraging a friend to be as happy as they can be...I don't know that calling them Ice Queen is the approach I would take. And I would let my friend decide what makes them happy, rather than pushing some agenda on them."

"Exactly...and she's on me all the time. I just wish I could find a way to shut her up. You'll probably laugh at me but when she's had me really pissed off I thought of asking you to pretend in front of her like we had a thing going so she'd leave me alone. I don't know that it would have worked and it wouldn't have been fair to you."

"I'm glad you're looking out for me like that Nancy." Then I put an exaggerated grin on my face. "Still, if I had to choose between fixing a leaky sink and acting like I was jumping your bones from time to time...it's really not much of a contest."

We both laughed at that. Then she stuck out her bottom lip and assumed a pout.

"Are you saying you don't want to fix my sink?"

"Of course not...it would give me great pleasure to fix your leaky sink. Speaking of which, is it the downstairs bathroom that needs looking at?"

"Yeah, it's the one around the corner there. You can get started if you like. Gina is going to come over in a few minutes to drop off some paperwork from the swim team. She won't be here long."

We headed towards the bathroom and I set my tools on top of the sink. It was a simple half bath that was perfectly functional but there was one thing about it that always bugged me. It was just on the other side of the exterior wall next to the entry to the house. There was a smaller high window that left visual privacy but if left open, people coming up to the door could hear anything happening in the bathroom. Nancy always left that window cracked open for fresh air. I never liked using that bathroom when I was over there. 

Today was no exception. Nancy had left the window open a bit. I crawled under the sink to survey what I was up against. There was a small bucket under the trap to catch the dripping water. There wasn't a constant drip so I moved it out of the way and asked Nancy if she had an old towel I could use to mop up any water that might spill during the repair. She quickly returned with one. I could see that the drip was coming from the trap and rather than just tightening it up I figured I'd rewrap the threads with fresh plumbers tape just to be safe. This would be an easy repair and I had everything I needed to get it done. As I began to work we heard Gina's car pull into the driveway and Nancy excused herself to greet her.

As I undid the trap I managed to spill water all over my shirt and I swore at my clumsiness. I should have seen that coming. I mopped at the worst of it with the towel before removing what was left of the old plumbers tape and wrapping some fresh tape on the threads. I heard Nancy open the front door as I continued to work.

"Hey Gina."

"Good morning...how's the Ice Queen this morning?"

"Damn it Gina, I've told you not to call me that!"

"Get yourself laid girl, and I'll let you be."

"Whether or not I'm "getting laid" is none of your business. Just get in here and let me look at those forms."

Nancy really wasn't exaggerating about Gina giving her a bad time. Why Nancy's sex life should matter so much to Gina was a mystery. By this time I had put the trap back on and gotten it all tightened up so I extracted myself from under the cabinet. I considered the wet t-shirt I was now wearing and took it off to wring it out in the sink. I could hear Nancy and Gina talking in the next room about the swim team as I got the worst of the water out of my shirt. I was about to put my shirt back on when I caught my reflection in the mirror. It wasn't a large mirror so only my upper torso was visible. I imagined Gina coming around the corner and finding a half naked man in Nancy's house and how she might react to that. I chuckled as I considered the fact that from that angle you couldn't even tell if I was wearing pants. That got me thinking how Gina would react to a fully naked man in Nancy's home. I thought that was pretty comical.

At that point an idea formed in my head. How would Nancy react and how would Gina react...given events and conversations with Nancy in the last day or so I figured I was safe there. And honestly, with the way Gina had been treating Nancy I didn't care if I offended her or not. There was a reasonable chance that this would shut her up if things went well. Now the question was if I had the guts or not to go through with this. I don't know if everything that had happened with the girls and with Nancy had made me extremely confident or absolutely insane but I decided to go through with my plan. I quickly and quietly took my shoes and socks off and then stepped out of my shorts (I never wear underwear). Just around the corner from the open door Gina and Nancy stood together talking. Naked as the day I was born, I stepped out of the bathroom and called out before I rounded the corner.

"Nancy, is there coffee made?"

I then began walking into the living room towards the kitchen and faked a stretch as I cleared the corner. I didn't immediately look to my right where they stood near the door. I'd taken a couple steps before I looked in their direction. Nancy had her back to me and was looking down at the papers that Gina had brought. Gina was looking right at me with a shocked look on her face. Her mouth was open and she reached out to grab Nancy's forearm to get her attention. They both spoke at the same time.

Gina was saying, "Oh, my god." 

Nancy responded, "That pot I just fixed should be done now."

Only then did she start to look up and turn towards me. I feigned surprise to find that Gina was there.

"Oh, I'm sorry, honey. I didn't realize anyone else was here."

Those words had just left my mouth when Nancy finally saw me standing there naked. Time seemed to freeze as her mind worked to process information... Bill is standing naked in my living room. He knew full well that Gina was here and he just called me honey.... Surprise only registered for the briefest moment and then turned to a smile as she knew immediately what I was doing. 

"I'm sorry. I should have told you that Gina was coming over. Have you two met?"

"I don't believe so," I said as I crossed the room to shake hands with her. 

"This is Bill. Bill, this is Gina."

Gina couldn't say a word but she did extend a hand to me. 

"Nice to meet you," I said warmly.

Gina was still mute as I stood there naked next to Nancy. Gina had no idea where to focus her eyes. She seemed unable to look either me or Nancy in the face. She tried to look down to avoid our gazes but then she was confronted with my cock. Finally she locked her eyes on a space somewhere over Nancy's left shoulder. 

"I'm going to get that coffee. Can I get you girls a cup?"

"Please," Nancy played right along. 

"Uh, no... I really should be going." Gina was a little freaked out.

"Nonsense...stay for a cup of coffee. I need to finish looking at those forms and sign them before you can leave. They're due today."

"Great, three cups...I'll be right back," I said as I slipped my arm around Nancy's waist and leaned in to give her a peck on the cheek before I turned to leave. 

"Thanks, babe," Nancy replied.

I imagined two sets of eyes locked on my ass as I turned to walk into the kitchen. Once I rounded the corner I slumped against the counter. I couldn't believe I actually did that. Nancy should have gotten an Oscar for her impromptu performance. She never missed a beat and Gina's reaction had been priceless. 

"Gina, how do you like your coffee?" I called, poking my head around the corner to look at the girls. Gina still hadn't recovered so Nancy responded.

"She takes hers black like mine."

Nancy deftly solved the problem of how I was going to figure out how she liked her coffee, too, without having to ask. She was a quick thinker. Fortunately I was able to quickly find some coffee mugs in a cabinet above the coffee maker. I poured three mugs of coffee and considered my next task. I slipped my index finger through the handles of two mugs with my right hand and grabbed the remaining one with my left and returned to the living room. Gina couldn't watch me approach and continued her fascination with that spot on the wall over Nancy's left should. 

"Here ya go," I said as I held out the cup in my left hand to Gina. I'd purposely held it far lower and closer to me than was necessary but Gina hadn't seen this as she hadn't been looking. 

She'd already started to reach for it before she turned her head to watch what she was reaching for. Normally I'd extend my hand to meet her halfway but I was purposely slow to do so. She couldn't help but get an eyeful of cock as she reached for her coffee. She was trying very hard to hold it together but wasn't having as much success as she was used to. Nancy looked up from the forms in her hand as I reached out with one of the other coffees. 

"Mmmm...thanks, Bill," said Nancy as she took a sip form the cup and then returned to the forms in her hand. 

There was an awkward silence as Nancy looked at the papers and Gina looked anywhere but towards me. Even I started to fret as there was no reason for me to continue standing there naked. I turned to make my way to the hall.

"I should go put some pants on. Are you girls going to be long?"

"We'll only be another minute or two so putting those pants on would be a waste of time...I have plans for you. I saved a cinnamon roll for you in the kitchen. You can have that for breakfast."

"You're too good to me," I said as I walked to the kitchen. "It was nice meeting you, Gina."

"Uh...you too, Bill," Gina called after me. 

I turned the corner into the kitchen and looked around for my cinnamon roll. I'd certainly earned it. I was actually a little disappointed when it turned out there was no pastry. I leaned against the counter and looked out the window at her garden as I sipped at my coffee and thought about what just happened...and the fact that I was still standing around naked in Nancy's home. At least I was out of eyesight for the moment and could relax. Well, I should have been able to relax. In truth, the underlying panic that had put my entire body on alert now dissipated and my body was now responding to an entirely different stimulus. My cock began to swell and the tip no longer rested on my thigh. If I had provided it any encouragement at all I would have immediately had a hard-on. There was some quiet discussion between the girls from the other room but I couldn't make out just what was said. After a couple minutes I did hear Nancy. 




Getting to Know The Neighbors Ch. 03



I apologize for the long delay between chapters. I was pleasantly surprised by the response to the first two chapters and trust this installment will do justice to them.

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"Is there any more coffee?" I finally asked. 

I really didn't need another cup, but it was an excuse to move. From the moment I stripped off in the bathroom and walked naked out into Nancy's home, events had taken on a life of their own. There wasn't a great deal of thought. Things just seemed to flow. Nancy and I delivered a masterful impromptu performance. Initially, we set out to deceive Gina, hoping that we could convince her there was something going on between the two of us. It could have ended when Gina drove off and we left her to decide what was going on. Instead it reached its climax (pun intended) with Nancy and me collapsing in a heap of sweaty limbs on her living room floor. 

"There should be," Nancy responded making no effort to move.

She looked incredibly sexy lying there on the floor. She'd brought her arms up to rest her head on as she remained on her stomach. I took a moment to capture the scene in my memory banks before moving towards the kitchen. 

"Did you want another cup?"

"That would be nice."

I found our mugs and walked into the kitchen. The last of the coffee provided a bit less than two full cups but I really didn't need any more anyways. I returned to the living room and found that Nancy had taken that time to walk back to her bedroom and grab a short robe to put on. That didn't detract from her sexiness in the least. She thanked me as I handed her the coffee. The phone rang, which averted what would likely have been an awkward pause. 

"Excuse me," said Nancy as she moved to get the phone.

I took that opportunity to return to the bathroom and slip on my shorts again. I paused for a moment to consider whether or not to put my shoes and socks back on. Once again I found that Miss Manners had failed to provide appropriate guidance for a situation such as this. Just how is one supposed to act after exposing themselves to a neighbor and her friend, and then sending that friend on her way before wildly fucking the aforementioned neighbor? It's shocking how incomplete these etiquette guides can be. It wasn't a question of spending the night or not. There was no appropriate amount of "cuddle time" to observe. Does one cuddle after thrashing about on the living room floor? Neither one of us had to rush home because we had an early meeting the next day. Had I just come by to fix the sink I wouldn't have been pondering how long I had to stay after finishing, yet this was different. It was 10:30 in the morning...now what?

Nancy appeared from behind the wall in the kitchen with the phone still to her ear, but she was clearly wrapping up her call. She said goodbye to the caller and set the phone down on the counter. 

"That was my friend Terri. We're getting together for lunch today and she wanted to know if we could meet earlier than we had talked about. It's a bit of a drive so I need to start getting ready. I hope you don't mind."

"Not at all...your sink is all fixed and that's why I came by, right?" I grinned.

As usual, I intended to use humor to deal with what could be an awkward situation.

"Right...the sink...I really appreciate your help with that. You're a very handy guy to have around." 

"One does what one can...I enjoy helping out wherever possible...sometimes I enjoy it more than others."

"I'll keep that in mind. You never know when something around the house will need some attention."

"I'll just grab the rest of my stuff from the bathroom and be on my way."

I found my still damp shirt and put it on before gathering up the few tools I had brought with me. Both hands were full as I walked to the door. I guess that provided me some cover as we reached the door as it would have been awkward to initiate a hug or anything else. Nancy opened the door but was still blocking the way as she turned to me. She lightly put a hand on my chest and rose up on her toes to give me a light kiss on the lips. 

"That was fun. I'm dying to talk to Gina. I've never seen her so totally unprepared to deal with a situation. I'll let you know how it turns out."

"I hope it gets her off your back."

"I'll catch up with you later," Nancy said as she moved aside to let me pass. 

"Have a good day."

Returning home, I put my tools away and headed for my study. I slumped down in my chair and fired up my email. There was nothing of import there and I found myself just staring at the screen for a while as my mind kicked into overdrive. I had woken up that morning wondering if there would be repercussions from my adventures at Bay to Breakers. On the plus side, that resolved itself nicely. I got to indulge a fantasy and suffered no negative consequences, even though it certainly hadn't gone the way I'd imagined. 

Only a few hours had passed since getting up that morning and now I had an entirely different situation that I was unsure about. When we were talking in her front yard, Nancy had said that she wasn't looking for another relationship after losing Steve. What were her exact words? It was something about never living with another man again...though she said she missed the physical aspects of having a man around. With all due modesty...she seemed to enjoy having a man around this morning...twice. So was this a one-time thing? Would we succeed in getting Gina off her back?" No amount of reasoning on my part would provide an answer to these questions, so they would have to wait until Nancy and I talked again. 

There was one question I could ponder on my own. What did I want? It was strange that I had been such a total planner in every other aspect of my life. I weighed the pros and cons of nearly every decision and yet here I was over the last few weeks, letting my dick do most of the thinking for me. I guess I wasn't as different from most guys as I would have liked to have thought. 

So what did I want? The sex with Nancy was amazing. She was attractive and intelligent. Under normal circumstances I would likely want to pursue a relationship with her...but then she wasn't looking for a relationship. I had no reason not to take her at her word on that, though one often finds people say that but don't really mean it. What if Nancy did want to get something going? She was smart, sexy, stable and not bitter from some ex who acted like a prick. There was no ugly custody hassles with an ex-husband. She got along great with her daughter...Holy Shit! She's got a daughter. She's got Samantha. Samantha is her daughter. Nancy is Samantha's mom.

Up until that very moment I'd conveniently been able to block that connection from my mind. Oh this is SO not good. What the hell was I thinking? Clearly I hadn't been thinking. Usually when I get involved with a female I get caught up in all the day-dreaming and date planning and all the wonderful stuff that comes with a new woman in my life. None of that had happened with Samantha (other than that blowjob to win a dare) because I never conceived of starting a relationship. I was more than twice her age. There was an entire lifetime between us. I had been confident that I would have been able to keep her at arm's length...I'd just been helping out with some reasonably harmless dares right? How would Samantha react if she learned that her mom and I had been together. Could I hope that this could remain a secret? I wouldn't think that Nancy would tell her. The only other person to have a clue about this was Gina...who was Rhonda's mom...and Rhonda was Samantha's best friend...and the other young girl that had recently been feasting on my cock. It's hard to imagine any outcome where this doesn't end incredibly badly. At least I don't have jealous husbands or boyfriends to deal with. 

I decided to remain the optimist or maybe it was just that I decided to delay the inevitable and trust to luck that I wouldn't get too much shit on me when it all hit the fan. I'd been amazingly fortunate so far. Could my luck hold?

I awoke the next morning feeling very lazy. I'd worked out (sort of) on Sunday when I did Bay to Breakers and had run on Monday. Sunday was my usual rest day for the week but, being king of my domain, I declared Tuesday to be my rest day this week. I made some coffee and took a nice long shower. I even managed to not abuse myself this time. I spent some time on the computer and sipped at my coffee. I really considered it a daily luxury to be able to relax with my morning coffee rather than pounding it down while fighting traffic to get to a job I hated. Perhaps, that was the best thing about being retired. 

My peace and quiet was interrupted around nine o'clock by a knock at the door. I opened the door and found Nancy standing there. She looked like she was heading out on or coming back from her morning walk. She was wearing gym shorts and had a t-shirt over a sports bra. Those shorts really showed off her toned legs. As I said good morning I looked into her eyes and saw they were puffy and red. Even a single guy like me can recognize the signs of a woman that had been crying.

"We need to talk."

My natural inclination was to quip that no conversation that began with those words ever turned out well. I managed to keep my tongue in check, other than to invite her in. 

"Are you okay?"

"I'm fine."

"Your eyes would seem to indicate that things aren't fine."

"Oh that...yes, I got a little weepy this morning. That's nothing to worry about."

"Really? It's rare that a crying woman isn't something to worry about and even more rare that "we need to talk" isn't something to worry about."

Obviously, you couldn't expect me to hold my tongue more than once, could you?

"Seriously, it's okay and you're not in trouble. I guess I could have chosen a different way to begin our conversation but we really do need to talk."

"Okay, so what is it that we need to talk about that I shouldn't worry me?"

"I spoke to Gina last night on the phone. Would you believe she never once called me "Ice Queen"?"

Nancy giggled as she said that and it was good to see some light-heartedness.

"Well, at least we accomplished something. Do you think it will last?"

"I'm pretty sure it will last, so long as she doesn't figure out we pulled a fast one on her. That's what I wanted to talk to you about. You see...she started asking questions about what was going on between us and how it got started and stuff."

"And what did you tell her?"

"I tried to avoid giving her a straight answer but she was really persistent. I told her that we were good friends who just happened to enjoy having sex from time to time. Is that okay with you?"

"Are you asking me if it's okay that we would be good friends that have sex from time to time or that it's okay that you TOLD GINA that we were good friends that had sex from time to time?"

I said this with a big grin hoping that if she were to reject the notion I could play it off as trying to be funny.

She grinned as well and responded, "Maybe both?"

"Let me assure you then, I'm fine with both. So how did you tell her we got together?"

"I didn't really answer that one. You know how we ladies are with our how did you meet stories. We've been neighbors for years and I was married a good part of that time. I didn't know how to transition us from just neighbors to neighbors who have sex sometimes. Do you have any ideas?"

"I hadn't given it any thought until just now as you mentioned it. We're doing this for your position with Gina and your friends so I'm fine with anything you want so long as it still appears that I still have my testicles."

"You needn't worry about that. I'm not looking for a story out of a harlequin romance novel...quite the opposite in fact. I don't want this to appear like a courtship otherwise the girls will hound me with questions about where our relationship is going and are we going to get married. That would be as bad as being called Ice Queen."

"So somehow our coming together for the first time is supposed to play like a seduction without a bunch of romance?"

"That would be perfect but I'm not quite sure how to manufacture that and make it believable."

"Do you have any fantasies along that line? Guys have all kinds of sex fantasies that are unencumbered by romantic notions but we're rarely too concerned with believability...and the women often come off as rather slutty, too."

"We gals have our own fantasies that can skip the romance, too. They suffer from the same lack of believability. They are fantasies after all."

"Hmmm...so no prior neighbor fantasies that you can draw on, eh?"

"Well, maybe one...but it's not one that works for telling the girls."

"Now I'm intrigued. What's this fantasy you've been holding on to?"

"You'll think I'm terrible but do you remember a few weeks ago when you helped me with that tree out front?"

"The Crepe Myrtle...yes, I remember."

"I don't know where you'd been or what you were thinking, but your gym shorts were having a tough time hiding a very nice bulge between your legs. I was on my hands and knees and that thing was practically in my face. I wanted to pull those shorts down and suck you dry right there."

Nancy looked a little sheepish, having made that admission.

"Why you naughty girl," I exclaimed playfully. "I had no idea you were such a tramp."

"What can I say?" She shrugged. "What about you? Have you had any neighbor fantasies?"

"Not until very recently, but I'm coming around."

"Now you have to tell."

"Wait a minute. I've got a couple questions first. This might be something we can work with. I know you walk a great deal...do you ever go hiking?"

"I do sometimes."

"Now here's the key...do you ever go hiking alone?"

"I don't very often but I have hiked on trails that are well populated. I don't feel safe on ones without too many people."

"Have you taken the trails out near the reservoir?"

"Not at the reservoir itself, but I've hiked next to it, sure. There are lots of people there."

"There aren't any formal trails to the actual reservoir. People really aren't supposed to go down there but there are some trails that lead to some coves out of sight of the main trails if you know where to look."

"And I'm guessing you know something about these trails, right?"

"Actually, I do. Do you feel up to a field trip? I want to see if this scenario might serve as a setting for our first get-together."

"Let's go...I needed to get out for a walk this morning anyway."

I loaded up some bottled waters and a couple of towels in a backpack while Nancy ran next door and locked up her house. I backed out of the garage and Nancy got in the car and we were on our way to the hills. She tried to goad me into revealing what was on my mind but I wanted to see how the situation would play out. 

It didn't take long to drive to the trailhead but the reservoir was a couple miles in. There was some pretty good elevation changes along the way but Nancy had no trouble keeping up with my pace. She was in good shape and we covered the distance in about thirty five minutes. The trail from this direction descended down to a gated service road. The gate only served to stop vehicle traffic, not foot traffic, but there was no legitimate reason to walk out to the reservoir. If you ignored the gate (as you should), the trail gradually rises again deeper into the hills and works its way around to the trailhead again. The road down to the edge of the reservoir was only about fifty yards long. There were no facilities of any sort. This just provided access for maintenance vehicles for the small dam. The reservoir really wasn't terribly large but it safely caught the runoff from the hills in the area. It was less than a mile to the back shore. There wasn't much of a shore to speak of as the scrub came right down to the water's edge most of the way around. There were a couple of coves tucked away in the back though that offered shelter from prying eyes and a strip of shore thirty yards long and maybe fifteen deep. 

"Okay, we're here. Now what?"

"Did you notice that as we walked down the path to the gate that we had a pretty clear view of the gate and a section of trail leading to it from the other direction?"

"I wasn't really paying attention but now that you mention it, I know what you're talking about."

"So imagine you're out here on a hike by yourself one day and you're descending that trail. In the distance, you notice a guy jogging in the opposite direction and you recognize him as your neighbor. You don't bother to call out because you know you'll soon cross paths. You're then surprised to see him stop at the gate and make a quick left disappearing into the brush. I'm guessing you'd be curious, right?"

"I would be curious...yes."

"You'd walk down to the gate and see if you could see the path he took."

"Probably...yes."

"You likely wouldn't follow right away because you figured he might just be looking for a tree to pee on, right."

"I suppose."

"After a few minutes pass, he still hasn't returned. Might you follow him?"

"I might."

"Let's see where the trail leads."

I took her by the hand and led her down a very obscure path that ran about thirty feet above the water line. We covered about three hundred yards and found ourselves looking down on one of the coves I described. You couldn't see it from the gate or any of the trails. It was probably visible from the far side of the dam but nobody was ever out there. Nancy was starting to catch on now that she saw the small patch of shore.

"Is this where I find my neighbor?" Nancy asked.

"Why, I believe it is. What is your neighbor doing," I asked, wanting her to take it from here.

"I think he might have come down here to cool off from his run. It looks like a nice place for a dip."

"He might go for a swim. He probably didn't bring a swimsuit though. Would he go swimming in his running shorts?" I asked.

"I can't imagine that he would. He'd want them dry for the run back wouldn't he? And he wouldn't expect anyone else to be out here, I'm sure. No, I'm quite certain he'd be naked," said Nancy.

"And would you walk right down and talk to him?"

""Hmmm...I'm having trouble visualizing it."

"Excuse me?"

"I said I'm having trouble visualizing it. It would be much better if I could actually see my neighbor naked down there. Then I'd have a better idea what I'd do."

I had really been hoping she would get into the spirit of this and that we'd come up with a story together...talking it through. I hadn't expected Nancy move past talking about it. Still, getting naked here was tame relative to some of my recent antics so I figured, why not? I looked at her again to make certain she was serious and she merely pointed to the shore and confidently returned my look. I shrugged my shoulders and picked my way down to the shore. 

I looked around for the best place to do this. The vegetation was pretty dense along the back and on the right side of this little beach. I'd hiked down through that and was grateful for the small break in the brush that I'd come through. Off to the left there was a good sized boulder...maybe three feet high and somewhat longer than it was wide...probably eight by twelve. It was rather flat and I made a mental note that it would be a nice place for a picnic, should I ever be inclined. I made my way to the boulder and put my backpack down. I kept my back to Nancy and brought one foot up onto the rock and then the other to remove my shoes and socks. I paused for a moment before reaching behind my neck to grab my t-shirt and pulled it over my head. I took a breath, unbuttoned my cargo shorts, dropped the zipper and let them fall to the ground. I stepped out of them, turned around and settled my naked ass back onto the edge of the boulder. I made no attempt to hide the huge erection I had. I'd gotten incredibly horny thinking about what we were doing. 




Getting to Know The Neighbors Ch. 03



I looked up to where I'd left Nancy and saw her smiling broadly. She worked her way down the trail and stepped out onto the shore. She didn't come any closer. She just stood there. 

"Are you still having trouble visualizing your neighbor naked down next to the reservoir?"

"No, no...I can see him just fine. I'm trying to decide if he was out in the water when I walked down or if he was simply looking out on the water from the edge." She took a few steps towards me. "Or better still...he might have been leaning back against that boulder stroking his big, hard cock."

"Wait...no...I'm sure he was not stroking his cock."

"I'm almost certain he was."

"No, no, no...we're not telling your friends that I was down here jerking off."

"We can dress up the story however we like later. Right now...I want to watch you stroke your cock."

I'd always thought that guys masturbating in front of women was strictly a flasher in a trench coat activity. Now I was standing completely naked next to a reservoir with a beautiful woman and I found myself desperately wanting to grab my cock. I paused for a few more moments, hoping that it at least looked like I was reluctant to comply with her request. Finally I reached for my dick. As I started running my hand up and down the shaft, she continued to look me right in the eye. I amazed myself in that I didn't turn away. She took a few more steps towards me and then joined me leaning up against the boulder. She didn't touch me. It seemed like an eternity that she just sat there watching my fist go up and down on my cock. Finally she put an arm behind me and I turned to face her as she leaned in to kiss me. We continued our kiss and I felt her hand slip under mine and nudged me out of the way. Now she was stroking me up and down. I couldn't let that go on for very long because I was so excited. I tried to slip a hand under her top and roll over on top of her, but she caught my hand and moved out of the way. 

"I promised you yesterday that I would devour you at another time...this is another time. I'm going to suck you dry."

She knelt down between my legs and placed her hands on my thighs. She looked at my cock and then my eyes and then my cock again. I reached down and began stroking myself again. Finally she leaned forward and I pushed the head of my cock down until it was touching her lips. She rose up a bit and put her mouth over the tip of my cock. She paused briefly and then slowly slid down nearly the entire length of my shaft before returning to focus her attention on the head. Her right hand left my thigh and wrapped around my shaft. She varied her pace and points of focus. Sometimes she'd lick my balls and then concentrate on the tip of my cock. Always she'd bring me right to the edge and then back off to lick and kiss the inside of my thighs. Just when I thought I couldn't take any more, she looked me in the eyes and wrapped her tongue and then her lips around the head of my cock and moved at a frenzied pace to finally release the explosion in my loins. 

That was one of the most incredible blowjobs of my life. The build-up I'd been feeling as we plotted the script for our first sexual encounter was enormous. As you might imagine, I was feeling much better just then but we weren't anywhere near done. We couldn't be. Our tale was unfinished.

"Oh my god, that was amazing."

Nancy grinned impishly, "I'm so glad you liked it."

"How much of that winds up in our story?"

"Not too much, I'm afraid."

I adopted my best British accent. "No? 'Tis a shame for it would make an epic tale. Were I a king I would send for a bard to put it to verse and have it sung throughout the land."

"That has to be the most pathetic accent I've ever heard," said Nancy while giggling.

"Okay, so the blowjob winds up on the editing room floor. How do you see our encounter taking place. Am I the aggressor or do you instigate it?"

"Given that you were already naked when I found you out here, we can safely say that you got things moving. You were standing there, next to the water's edge, looking out on the cool, blue-green surface. I had no idea what I was doing but when I saw you nude I had to make my way down here. I stood silently for a moment checking out your ass and then kicked a small stone which announced my arrival. You turned and saw me but there was no scramble for your clothes. You calmly and confidently walked towards me."

"It's hard to imagine me not making a mad dash for my clothes in that scenario."

"I thought we agreed this was my story. I say you were strong and calm."

"Have it your way. What happened next?"

"You walked towards me and I admired your strong chest before working my way down the rest of your body. Your cock wasn't erect as yet but for some reason you were already half hard. You stopped a couple feet away from me and asked me what I was doing there. I told you I'd seen you on the trail above and got curious when you turned towards the reservoir. When I asked what you were doing here you said that you loved the quiet of this place. You took me by the hand and led me out closer to the water. You stood just behind my left shoulder and encouraged me to take in the feeling. I dropped my hands to my sides and when I did so I brushed against your cock. At first I pulled my hand away but soon I relaxed and let my hand fall naturally. You were no longer half hard. You had an erection and my wrist rested against your shaft."

I rose from the boulder and took Nancy by the hand and led her out near the water and began to follow each action as she described it. 

"You then stood directly behind me and pressed your hard cock against the small of my back. You reached around and your hands slowly worked their way up my stomach to my breasts. No word was spoken. You began kissing my neck and one hand wormed its way down to my gym shorts and disappeared under the elastic band. My pussy was already soaking wet and a finger entered me easily while your thumb worked my clit."

True to her word, I found that when I slipped my hand into her panties she was drenched. I rubbed her swollen clit for a time and then removed my hand to pull her shirt and sports bra over her head in one smooth motion. I casually tossed them onto the ground.

"Hey, you're improvising..."

"Do you mind?"

"No, but let's not get ahead of ourselves."

"Then I anxiously await your next instruction."

I resumed masturbating her from behind. She was grinding herself back against me. Despite very recently having a mind-blowing orgasm I was fully hard again. Soon she slipped her fingers under her waistband and slid both her shorts and panties off her hips. It was a little awkward as she tried to step out of them without catching them on her shoes. She nearly lost her balance but I grabbed her by the hips and pulled her back towards me. This wedged my cock against the crack of her ass which inspired her to grind against me even more. 

"That was when she grabbed him by the hand and led him over to the rock."

"Did he stretch her body out on its surface and eat her until she screamed?"

"No, he intuitively knew that she needed no more foreplay or teasing. He simply bent her over the rock and ravaged her from behind."

There were no more instructions that followed. Each of our bodies knew exactly what the other needed. Our sexes came together in urgent thrusts. Each stab of my cock was met by a hungry pussy and soon we both convulsed with an intense orgasm. We collapsed next to each other on the rock and struggled to catch our breaths. Nancy was the first to speak.

"I think I like our story."

"Will they buy it?"

"I think so. It will be fun telling it regardless."

"If they don't believe it we could act it out for them..."

"I'll bet you'd love that, wouldn't you?"

"Actually, it's not something I've ever done and it hasn't been one of my fantasies. It's not anything I've ever thought I'd have a chance to act on anyway."

"Well, I don't think it will be necessary."

I was content to lay there and relax in the sun but soon Nancy stirred.

"Suddenly, I'm feeling rather naked. I can't believe I'm just lying here wearing nothing but tennis shoes."

"Personally, I think it's a good look for you. You should try it more often, Nancy."

Nancy walked over to her clothes and began to dress again. I did the same and we began to hike back to the car. We talked some more about Gina and what her reactions might be. It was clear that Nancy was pretty comfortable now and would have no trouble facing any interrogation that might follow from her girlfriends. When we got back to the car and started our drive home I asked a question that had been nagging at me.

"I'm reluctant to bring this up again because the day has gone so well...even though it started with the dreaded "we have to talk" phrase. You explained that part well but there was something you either forgot or ignored."

"What's that?"

"You didn't tell me why you'd been crying. I'll shut up if it's none of my business but crying women make me uncomfortable...particularly if I suspect I might have something to do with it."

"I'll tell you but you have to promise not to interrupt me and let me say everything I have to say. Agreed?"

I nodded in reply. She took a deep breath and let it out slowly before she began. 

"I want to get this right because I don't want to hurt you. Actually, this should make you feel good but you might not see that right off."

She paused for a moment to let that sink in and to see if I'd honor her request to not interrupt her with questions. When she was satisfied, she continued.

"I did cry this morning and I cried some yesterday afternoon, too. You're the first man that I've been with since Steve died. I thought I would feel horribly guilty and that I wouldn't be able to enjoy sex again. That wasn't the case. But I realized that it was because we were having sex...not making love. As good as the sex was with you...and it was great...it was nothing like being with Steve. The love we shared was indescribable and I won't ever have that again. I have no interest in ever being Mrs. Somebody ever again. I don't want to be someone's girlfriend. The only role I intend to play is to be Samantha's mom. I want to see her safely through college without her falling in love and getting pregnant. I want her to get a degree and be her own person. When she's done that, I would love for her to find a good man and settle down and give me a couple grandbabies. That's my agenda for the rest of my days. That doesn't mean I'll cease to be a woman with physical needs. I'll still want to scream out with pleasure from time to time with a great lover but I have no interest in pillow talk and Valentine's Day. I've had that and that chapter of my life is closed. My tears were tears of happiness as I thought about the times I had with Steve. I have no regrets and certainly don't want any in the future. Don't feel like you're ever in a competition with Steve because you'll never be competing for my love... you can't. That belongs to Steve and Steve alone. This is not a knock on you in any way. You're a great guy and some day you're going to tell me that our days of "hiking to the reservoir" are over because you'll have found the love of your life and she'll be an incredibly lucky woman. I hope that makes sense and I hope that we can write a few more chapters from time to time. If it doesn't work for you I'll understand and will have no hard feelings."

We sat there in silence for a few moments. I took my eyes off the road briefly and looked over at her. Her eyes were glistening and if I was forced to be honest, I'd admit that mine were likely a little misty as well. I turned back to the road again.

"You can talk now." Nancy managed a little grin.

I cleared my throat before I began because I didn't quite trust my voice to come out clearly. 

"Steve was a very lucky man...and I suspect that you were a pretty fortunate woman to have him in your life for as long as you did. On one level I think I understand what you're saying but on another level I'm sure I don't completely get it as I've never experienced the kind of love you described. I've been close to marriage a couple of times but stopped short because it's something I only intend to do once and wanted to get it right. I guess I've always held out for what you described but wondered if I was asking for too much. Hearing your words confirmed that I was right to hold out because now I'm sure it exists. Whether or not it's out there for me remains to be seen but I'll keep looking for it with an open mind. In the mean time, I would be more than happy to take the occasional hike or fix a sink or whatever other excuse we come up with to have great sex. I wouldn't be surprised, though, if I'm not always just a bit jealous of Steve. You're a special lady."

"Thanks," said Nancy quietly.

We fell silent for far too long and it got uncomfortable.

"Well, aren't we both just incredible people." 

Nancy laughed at that and all was good again. It had gotten far too heavy for a while there.

"You really have done a great job with Samantha. She's turned into a nice young woman."

"Yeah, Sam's a sweetie. She's done well at school and the swim team has been very good for her as well. It's not like she's headed for the Olympics but she's pretty fast and wins her share of races. It's hard to believe that she's off to college in the fall. It seems like she has grown up awfully fast. I just hope college doesn't change her too much. I want her to have fun but it's important that she focus on her studies. There's time enough for boyfriends later. The last thing she needs is to fall in love and get pregnant and drop out of school. I'm not naïve and I'm not a prude, obviously. I know she's going to want to have sex and party with the guys but I don't want anything serious. I'd love it if she could find something like we have. Hey, there's an idea...maybe she could just drop by your place a couple times a week."

Nancy punched me in the arm and started laughing. I joined in her laughter but with less gusto because it wasn't nearly as funny as she thought.

"Oh, yeah, that's great idea. Maybe I should start running a stud service. Do you think the other neighbors would mind if I put up some sort of sign on the front lawn."

The idea was ridiculous enough that it fueled our conversation for the rest of the way home. We bandied about a variety of ideas about what the sign might say. None are worth repeating here but it saved us from any awkward silences or any more discussion about Samantha. I pulled into my driveway and we exited the car. Nancy was the first to speak.

"You had a great idea. This story will work for Gina and any of the other girls who care to know how we started fucking each other's brains out. I know I'm going to have a good time telling the story. I might need some relief when I get home though," Nancy looked at me slyly.

"I'll be curious to see how your friends react. Have fun with it but try not to make me out to be too much of a pervert, eh?"

"You needn't worry about that. You're going to come off great. In fact, you might want to hire me as your publicist."

That was a good light comment to end things on. We kissed briefly and she returned to her home and I walked into mine. 

The rest of the week was uneventful and when Saturday rolled around I headed off to the beach once again. I'd not had any contact with Samantha or Rhonda since Bay to Breakers. I wondered if Gina had said anything to Rhonda. It seemed unlikely that Gina would come right out and tell her but she might ask questions about if Rhonda had seen me around the house or anything like that. In my favor, Rhonda would likely try to steer any conversation away from me in order not to betray any of her own secrets. I really didn't like worrying about stuff like this. I'd been so free of being dependent on anyone else or worrying about what others thought that the little voices in my head seemed particularly unwelcome. What happens if this and what happens if that? I'd been remarkably free of that for years. Was it worth it in exchange for the great sex I'd been enjoying? For the moment, the answer was a resounding yes but nothing had really blown up in my face as yet. Would my luck hold?

It was another typically gorgeous day at the beach. The cost of living and real estate prices were ridiculous in Northern California but we really did enjoy some of the best weather in the country. I set up my spot under the bluff and grabbed my book. I'd written off that last novel and thought I'd try my luck with a new author. 

It seemed to work rather well and split my time between the book and watching the comings and goings on the beach for a couple of hours. Somewhere around 1:30 I saw Samantha and another young woman coming down the trail onto the beach. I thought it might be Lori, the girl that had been with them a few weeks earlier. They headed off to the left to seek out their usual haunt. 

I let another hour go by before I took off for one of my walks to the other end of the beach. I stuck to the edge of the surf on my way out. I enjoyed the feeling of the sand running out under my feet as each wave receded but the water really was too cold to think about going for a swim. I figured I'd stop by to say hi to Samantha and her friend on the way back. I'd been nervous about that in the past but now it would be more remarkable if I didn't stop by than if I did. 

Both girls were lying on their stomachs as I approached. I was a little surprised to see that Lori was wearing a thong. She'd seemed rather shy the last time I met her so it seemed out of place. Actually, Samantha was wearing a new bikini too...she was wearing the bottoms anyway. It wasn't a thong but it was cut very high on the hips and covered far less of her ass than the last one I'd seen. I cleared my throat as I approached so I wouldn't startle them. They both looked over their shoulders to see who it was. Samantha was pleased to see me...Lori was less so. Samantha rolled over right away. No longer was she timid about displaying her breasts in front of me. Damn, she looked good. Lori rolled over about half way. She propped herself up on the arm that was closest to the ground while she brought the other arm across to cover her breasts. I think that was the best way for her to hide her nearly bare ass and her tits from me as well. Samantha greeted me warmly but Lori was much less enthusiastic. I remained standing and found a spot where they didn't have to look into the sun to see me. 

"Good afternoon, ladies. You seem to be travelling light today...no Rhonda?"

Samantha rolled her eyes as she replied, "Rhonda has a new boyfriend so she's far too busy to hang out with us now."

"Ah...I see. She probably wouldn't be bringing him down here anyway. She probably doesn't trust him around beautiful, near-naked women...seems like a prudent decision, actually." 

"She has nothing to fear. We don't have any interest in him. He's an okay guy, I guess."

"So did school wrap up last week or is that this coming week?"

"Friday is our last day. It seems like a waste. We've got a few more finals between now and Wednesday. I think Thursday and Friday are going to be career day things."

"That might be interesting. If nothing else it will make for a couple pretty easy days right there at the end."

"That's true. Then I'll have to start looking for a job for the summer. It's pretty tough to find a job right now...even a lame one."

"Things are pretty tough out there, but I think the worst of it is over. Something will turn up for you, I'm sure."

Lori hadn't said a word though any of this and really looked uncomfortable. I decided to remove myself and let the girls enjoy their afternoon. 




Getting to Know The Neighbors Ch. 03



"I should go. I just wanted to say hi and wish you a good afternoon. I'll see you later."

Samantha said goodbye but Lori just rolled back onto her stomach. I guess she was less cool with having an old guy around than Samantha and Rhonda. I couldn't blame her for that. I went back to my spot under the bluff. I spent another hour or so with my book and then headed back to my car and drove home. I thought about looking in on Nancy to see if she had a leaky sink but Samantha might come home early, so I thought better of it.

I took a shower to rinse off the sand from the beach and masturbate while replaying the romp I had with Nancy at the reservoir a few days before. Maybe it's just because we're getting a bit older but Nancy was wonderfully uninhibited. There's a point where the brain is as important a sexual organ as any other we have and Nancy certainly knew how to use hers. Combine that with the fact that she still had a wonderfully trim and gorgeous body and you had a near perfect sexual creature. Jerking off in the shower thinking about Nancy wasn't nearly the same as being with Nancy but it was still pretty good. 

Later that evening I fired up my grill and started working on dinner. I had a nice, thick rib-eye steak waiting for the grill while I baked a potato. Throw in an ear of fresh white corn and you've got one heck of a meal. I loved the smell of good food on the grill. The fact that it often made the neighbors jealous was a bonus. I was about to put the steak on when Samantha's head popped up over the fence.

"Hey Bill...what time should I be over for dinner?" She said with a grin. 

"Give me a couple hours notice and you and your mom can come by for dinner anytime. I'd love to cook for you ladies."

"I was teasing, but we might take you up on that sometime now that you offered. I know you're about ready for dinner but I wanted to see if you were going to the beach tomorrow."

"I planned on it...why?"

"I was wondering if I could go with you. Lori is busy tomorrow and Rhonda is always busy these days but I still want to go. None of my other friends are into that beach."

"I take it your mom isn't home right now."

"No, she's at the store. I didn't think she'd understand so I waited until she was gone to ask you. If it's okay with you I could drive over to the pizza place and you could pick me up there. Is that okay?"

Warning bells began to go off in my head. Part of me realized this was probably a very bad idea. Another part of me loved it. I expect you can imagine which part of me that was. The very fact that we were meeting elsewhere before driving over made it clear that this was something to hide...and thus not a smart idea. I have a very strong rationalization muscle though, and it quickly displayed its strength. I reflected on the fact that we'd seen each other there a number of times now and nothing had gone on...except sharing a bunch of sex stories that I suspect turned the girls on as much as they did me. We would be in a public place so nothing would be going on. We should be fine, right? Before I had the chance to muster a counter-argument I found myself responding.

"I suppose that would be okay. What time would you like to leave?"

We made arrangements to leave around 10:30 and said goodbye. I grilled my steak and tossed it on the plate with the corn and baked potato and sat down for what should have been a very nice dinner. As it turned out I ate rather mechanically as my mind speculated about the coming day. This could really turn out to be a spectacularly bad idea. 

I slept rather fitfully that night and spent much of the morning drinking coffee and watching the clock. Finally it was about time to leave so I made sure I had everything we needed for the day, locked up the house and drove over to the pizza place. Samantha was already there, leaning against her car. She was wearing flip-flops, her Stanford Gym shorts and a white t-shirt. She had a beach bag with her and immediately walked to the car when I stopped. I popped the trunk and she put her bag inside. I resisted the inclination to open the car door for her. My upbringing told me I should but the less this resembled a date the better off I was. Of course, I had packed twice as much water and snacks as I would normally take but that didn't mean anything, right? I consciously made certain not to bring any beer. 

We hopped in and I started the car. 

"Did you bring any music for the drive?" I asked.

"It never occurred to me. We can listen to your stuff. I love the OLDIES." She laughed immediately.

"Is that really the way you wanted to start this trip? Whatever happened to being respectful of your elders?"

"I'm sorry...I'll be good."

Actually it was a pretty good way to start the trip. A little humor that emphasized how many years difference there was between us was a good thing. I thought this might work out okay after all. We talked about her plans for college on the way to the beach and the time passed rather quickly. That turned out to be a good thing because all the coffee I drank that morning was killing my bladder so as soon as we pulled into the parking lot I walked down to the restrooms and took a much needed pee. Second best feeling in the world and it all comes from the same place, I thought to myself.

I returned to find that Samantha had unloaded the trunk and had everything ready to go down to the beach. That was thoughtful. I grabbed my stuff and we worked our way down the trail to the beach. We had talked about it on the way over and decided that we would hang out in my usual place. I emphasized the shelter from the wind as my reason but it was as much the fact that there were more people there than at the far end of the beach. I figured there was safety in numbers. 

I spread out the blanket and we arranged our towels. I had opted not to bring my beach chair since Samantha wouldn't have one and I figured it was best to have identical conveniences. I put my cooler near the top of the blanket and then looked around. Satisfied that everything was as it should be I pulled my t-shirt over my head and then reached for the snap on my cargo shorts. Those quickly fell to the ground and I kicked them up next to the cooler. 

"That didn't take long," grinned Samantha. 

"I like to travel light."

Uncertain quite what to do at that point I opened the cooler to grab a bottle of water and asked Samantha if she'd like one. She said yes as she slipped her fingers into the waistband of her gym shorts and pushed them to the ground. She stepped out of them as she reached to arrange the little strings that held her bikini bottoms high on her hips. This was the same white bikini she wore the day before and it didn't cover any more of her ass than it did then. She turned towards me and took the bottle of water I offered her. The little triangle in the front was pretty damn small as well.

"Is that a new bikini?" I asked.

"Yeah, I wore it for the first time yesterday. We changed the swimsuits we use for the team. They used to be cut much lower on the hips but these new ones ride much higher. There are some pretty ridiculous tan lines on display right now. You can see some of mine now but other girls have it far worse. Some of them don't care but I don't like it. I figure a couple of days in the sun and I won't have to worry about it anymore."

"It's a nice bikini."

"You really haven't even seen it, silly. I still have my t-shirt on."

"If you'll recall I saw it briefly yesterday."

"I wasn't wearing the top yesterday. I'm a little hurt that you don't remember I was topless. Was it that forgettable?"

"I'm trying to behave myself here and you're not making it easy, young lady."

"But am I making it hard...that's the question."

I decided to frown and wag my index finger at her to show displeasure. In truth, I would have loved to play along but didn't want things to get out of hand. I lied down on my towel and she dropped to her knees and pulled her t-shirt over her head. Then she reached for her bag and pulled out some suntan lotion. She began working it onto her legs, hips and the cheeks of her ass. She untied her bikini top and tossed it next to her gym shorts and t-shirt. She rubbed lotion onto her arms and over her stomach and breasts. 

"You don't use lotion, do you?" She asked.

"After the first couple of times out in the sun each year I never have to worry about burning."

"You should use it anyway. Old people like you need to protect their skin." She giggled.

"Did you want to walk home?"

"You wouldn't dare!"

"You never know. It would be safer to behave yourself, missy."

"Alright, alright...would you put some lotion on my back?"

Gulp...I should have seen that one coming.

"Sure...turn around."

She was kneeling down and I took up a position behind her. I was grateful that she had already done her ass cheeks so I didn't have to be nervous about that. I knelt behind her and took the bottle of lotion. I squirted some into my palm and rubbed my hands together before starting in on her shoulders. She really was in great shape. Her skin was smooth and yet her swimmer muscles were apparent right under the surface. I stuck to applying lotion and avoided turning it into a massage and then slowly worked my way down her back and sides. I thought about giving her a playful swat on the ass when I was done but stopped short. I needed to behave myself, too. 

"There you go...all set."

She thanked me and then lied down on her back. There weren't too many people around as yet so there was no fear of our conversation being overheard. I suspect that was a good thing. 

"Bill, do you think people here are upset that I don't strip fully naked?"

"I don't think anyone gets upset about that. I think if a guy came down here and didn't get naked they'd think he was just a pervert scoping chicks. Women are granted far more latitude."

"What do you suppose people think about me just being topless...are they bothered by it?"

"I doubt anyone is making any judgments about it at all. If you're asking me to read minds, I'll give you my best guess. Half of the women are enlightened and will accept things as they are and not give it another thought. The other half are going to hate you regardless because you're a young hottie and all the guys are staring at you. Of the guys on the beach...maybe ten or twenty percent of the guys are enlightened and see an attractive young woman and are appreciative and leave it at that. The rest of the guys are dying to see you without the bikini bottoms. Truthfully, you'll attract more attention with the bikini bottoms on than off. As long as you're wearing them they'll be wondering. Once they're off, their curiosity will be satisfied and they'll go back to the realization that they have zero chance with you and the world returns to normal. Why all the questions?

"I'm not doing this for attention. I like the atmosphere here, but it's mostly to get rid of tan lines. I do like to keep that part of me private, though. Only two guys have ever seen me...down there. That's not for public viewing. If someone gets to see that, I mean something else entirely, you know?"

"I understand what you're saying. You needn't worry about being thought a tease if you don't strip completely naked here. Don't let anyone else's opinions sway you. You should only do what is comfortable for you. You're the one that has to live with your actions."

"Thanks, I feel better now."

We made small talk and I shifted my position from front to back a number of times. I really preferred my beach chair as I found it difficult to get comfortable in either position lying on the sand. When on my stomach I rested my head on my arms and looked towards Samantha. She looked incredible lying there in those tiny bikini bottoms. I wasn't part of the small enlightened percentage of men on the beach. I really did want to know what she looked like without those bottoms. It kept me half hard all afternoon. It never got to the point of a full erection but I wasn't truly flaccid either. If someone was trying to avoid an erection (and thus looking like a pervert) yet wanted enough blood flow to show off their size suitably, they couldn't have asked for better conditions. 

Samantha had turned a couple times but seemed completely at ease. I think some women are just born sunbathers. Samantha was blessed with both the figure and the temperament for sunbathing. She seemed to pick up on my restlessness though. 

"You usually go for a couple of walks when you come down here. Did you want to do that today?"

"I might...did you want to join me?"

"Sure...why not?"

"I thought you might not want to be seen walking with a fossil."

"Don't be ridiculous."

We got up, brushed off a little sand and started angling towards the surf. The crowd had filled in nicely and we had to walk through quite a few people. We'd only gone about fifteen yards when Samantha moved closer to me and slipped her hand into mine. I jumped a little as I had not expected that. I don't know if Samantha knew it but I felt like everyone on the beach was watching us...and more specifically her. She was gorgeous. We'd walked that way for about another twenty yards when she leaned into me a bit and quietly spoke. 

"You know what they're all thinking, don't you?"

"Sure...that you're the most beautiful girl they've ever seen."

"No...but thanks...I meant what they must be thinking seeing us walking together like this."

"They're either thinking that it's strange that a father would hold his daughter's hand on a beach like this or that you're not my daughter and that I have to be one of the richest guys in the world."

"Maybe...but I'll bet most of the women are just looking between your legs and not thinking about money as the reason at all."

"Well, aren't you just the sweetest little thing for saying something like that. Although, I should put you over my knee and spank you for talking like that."

"Oooohhh...would you?"

We laughed but soon fell into a rather awkward silence as we continued our walk to the far end of the beach. Before we got past all the sunbathers I turned and started us heading back. I really didn't want to get away from people. I still felt like every eye on the place was on us as we walked back to our towels. Once there I grabbed us another couple of waters from the cooler and offered Samantha some of the almonds I'd packed. She took the water but declined the snack. I took a few long pulls from the water bottle and lied down on my back to get a bit more sun. 

After a while I sat up and was going to turn over onto my stomach. When I did, I glanced over at Samantha. She was lying on her back as before but she had quietly untied the strings at her hips and laid them on top of the small triangle of material that hid her pussy from the world. It was still completely covered, her modesty intact, and yet it was one more small hint at what was beneath. Her intention may not have been to tease but that was the reality. She opened her eyes to confirm that I had noticed the alteration but then she closed her eyes again. I knew better than to obsess on it so I rolled onto my stomach and closed my eyes as well. After a while she asked me what time it was and I reached up to grab my watch out of my shorts. 

"It's after three. Do you mind if we get going soon?"

"We can go now if you'd like."

Samantha was able to reach down and grab one of the ties from the sand and then reach across with her other hand to grab its partner and tie a knot at her hip. She did the same thing on the other side and then sat up. She then got onto her knees and retied each knot more securely this time. I'll admit that I had watched the process...probably as much in hopes of a fumble as curiosity as to how she would accomplish the feat without exposing herself to the world. 

"That's a neat trick."

"Are you impressed or disappointed?"

"Maybe a bit of both?"

"Pervert,' she said good naturedly. 

We finished getting dressed, loaded up and walked back to the car. I'm sure we talked about something on the way home but I couldn't tell you what it was. When we got back to her car I popped the trunk and helped her transfer her stuff to her car. She moved fast and gave me a quick peck on the cheek as she opened her car door. 

"That was fun. Maybe we'll do it again sometime."

"Just let me know if your friends desert you again. I'm always up for some beach time."

 -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The next morning my phone rang around ten. It was Nancy calling to tell me that her Mom had a stroke that morning. Nancy's dad was understandably upset and Nancy was going to fly back to Virginia the next day to be with them. Samantha wasn't yet done with school so she'd stay behind and finish out the week. Nancy would be able to get a better sense of her mom's condition and know how long she'd stay back there and if she'd fly Samantha out when school was done. She explained that Samantha would spend nights over at Rhonda's place but might be around the house some of the time as well. Nancy asked me if I'd keep an eye on the house while she was gone. 

Of course, I told her I would and asked if there was anything else I could do to help. She really didn't have enough information at that point and would know more once she got back there and saw her mom. Her folks might need help for a while depending on how bad her mom was. I offered the usual good wishes that everyone does in such circumstances and hoped it didn't sound as inadequate as I thought it did. 

I saw Samantha briefly the next afternoon after school as she was loading an overnight bag into her car. She was headed over to Rhonda's home for the evening. Her mom had just landed safely and had called to check in and let her know that she was on the way to the hospital to look in on the folks. Samantha seemed uncomfortable talking about the whole thing. She said she'd be around other than at night and when she was in school. Her summer plans were now totally up in the air until they knew what was happening back east. She told me she'd keep me in the loop as to what was happening and then we said goodbye. 

I didn't see Samantha on Wednesday at all but she poked her head over the fence on Thursday afternoon to say hi. I was out gardening again and had just a pair of gym shorts on. 

"There you are...this explains why you didn't answer the door when I knocked."

"Yeah, I wanted to tend to the roses for a while and get some sun. What's the latest on your grandmother? Have you heard anything more?"

"She's not going to die or anything but that stroke messed up her left side. She'll be in rehab for a while after she gets out of the hospital and they're not sure how much mobility she'll get back. Grandpa is having a tough time since she took care of most of the house stuff. Mom is planning on staying back there for a while. I'm going to fly out on Monday to be with them and then we'll see what happens from there."

"That's good news on your grandma. They can really do amazing things these days with modern medicine and proper rehab. That certainly messes with your summer, though."

"It does. I'm kind of bummed but sort of excited too. I've never been to Virginia so there will be lots to see and do when I'm not helping out but it will certainly change my tanning habits."

"I suspect it would. I don't know about Virginia's feelings on nude beaches. You probably wouldn't go exploring on your own anyway."

"That's true enough. I guess I'll just have to take advantage of the few days I still have here. Do you mind if I come over and get some sun?"

"What's the matter...you don't have sun in your yard?"

"Sure I do but I was hoping you could put lotion on my back for me. Of course, if you don't want me to come over..." "I was teasing. Get your suit and come on over. I'm just about done here anyway."