3 comments/ 43099 views/ 6 favorites From the Curtains By: cutiegirl4004 Melanie lifted the blinds of her bedroom window and looked outside. Another sunny day, she thought -- perfect weather for taking care of the flower garden in the pool area by the patio. Melanie had lived alone for about 5 years now in the house she inherited when her parents passed away. At 28, she still had her slim figure and swam daily to keep her "swimmer's body. While she had no problems attracting companions, she seemed to enjoy her quiet time at home more often, cherishing her privacy. The house was the perfect refuge. On both sides of the property, a ten-foot high hedge blocked her neighbors' view and the only house that had a clear view from the back was the two-story colonial that was over 100 feet away. And those neighbors, whom she had never even met, used it as a vacation place and were rarely ever home. She slipped on panties, bra, t-shirt, shorts and sandals, grabbed a towel from the closet and headed out to the patio. Outside, the sky was clear and blue and the sun was shining brightly. After about 30 minutes of weeding her garden, she was beginning to feel the heat. Something about being out in the sun always aroused. Maybe it was the warmth of the fabric on her breasts, or the gentle rays slowly darkening her skin. She always felt sexy when she had a tan, and even sexier when she had no tan lines. She stood up for a second and looked over at the two-story colonial. As always, the curtains on the windows were closed and there was no sign that anyone was home. She wondered if anyone really lived there. Dropping down behind the flowers again, certain that there was no one who could see her, she slipped off her t-shirt, folded it neatly and laid it down on the patio. A soft breeze on her moist skin cooled her off a little, but then it occurred to her that even a short amount of exposure would give her a tan line, spoiling her look when she wore halter tops with tight shorts. She took down one side of her bra. Then, she took down the other. Still not comfortable, she undid the clasp on her bra, taking it off completely, placing it down upon her t-shirt. The warm sun's rays felt so good on her breasts. In another life, she must have been a nudist. Maybe in this life she was, too. On hot summer nights she rarely wore clothes around the house. She loved the feeling of being free and unencumbered. After a few more minutes of topless digging in the garden, beads of perspiration began dripping from her exposed skin onto her shorts. At the same time, the cool, bubbling waters of the pool were beginning to look more and more inviting. She stood up again, her heart racing, slipping off her shorts, standing there wearing only her thong panties. She walked over to the steps leading into the pool. Momentarily standing by the edge, she felt the sun's warm rays all over her exposed body. They felt so good! She wanted to dive right into the water. Then, she realized her bottom was covered. No tan lines, she thought, slipping off her panties, tossing them aside. The sun now engulfed her naked body, giving her a rush. Her nipples firmed. She felt a moistness gushing between her legs. Slowly, she stepped down to the first step, feeling the water on her feet and ankles. The water temperature was perfect – not too hot and not too cold. She stepped on to the second step and slowly eased her way into the water. Standing in the shallow end of the pool, she felt her nipples harden even more. She began to pinch them, gently. The sun gently bathed them in an amber glow and the warmth felt wonderful. She continued to rub them, spreading the warmth throughout her body. As the feeling took control of her, she dipped her hand into the cool water, sliding one finger, then two fingers, and then three inside her. Snapping out of her reveries, she looked around at both sides of the property. Seeing no one, she relaxed, sitting on the top step of the pool, her legs extended fully into the water. She rolled around, letting the sun bathe her buttocks in warmth, then turned over, sitting face forward again. She slid her bottom over to the pool jets, feeling the pulsing sensation on one nipple, then the other. She moved her body around, positioning herself so that the jet's stream hit her directly on her clit. She rode the jet up and down, stifling a moan as she came. She sat back on the steps, allowing the sun's rays to envelope her body once more. She looked up at the windows of two-story house in the back. She thought she saw a curtain move. From the Curtains Again It has been awhile since Melanie has appeared in this series. To get up to date, she's in her mid-thirties, still single, and still working out at the gym to stay in shape for bikini weather -- not that she ever wears a swimsuit. Melanie has left her old job and is a successful freelance writer of erotica, which means she doesn't have to go in to an office anymore. Working at home has its advantages, first and foremost being an extremely casual dress code (she usually wore only a t-shirt and shorts) and regular opportunities to work in the garden or take a dip in the pool. One afternoon, about three weeks after she left her old job, Melanie was sitting at her kitchen table typing on her laptop and gazing out on the azure waters of her swimming pool. Except for the house behind her that had a clear view from the upstairs bedroom (see earlier From the Curtains stories for more about that), her yard offered her total privacy. Apparently, she wasn't the only one who realized that. As Melanie got up to use the bathroom, she thought she heard a noise outside, but she didn't think much of it. When she returned to the table, she was caught by surprise. There was a young, slim dark-haired woman, who probably was in her early twenties, skinny-dipping in her pool! Her initial reaction was to go outside and confront the young woman. Then, it occurred to her that she probably thought no one was home. Deciding not to go out right away, Melanie looked around on the patio to see where the young woman had placed her clothes and towel. They were on a chair right outside the bedroom sliding door. Quickly, Melanie slipped into her bedroom, pulled back the curtains a touch, and watched the young woman swimming laps. Pausing in the shallow end for a moment, she stood up, giving Melanie a full view of her body. She had petite breasts with perky nipples, a very tightly rounded butt, slim muscular legs, a trimmed pussy with a landing strip, and no tan lines. Apparently, she lost them at Melanie's pool. She didn't know why but something told Melanie to grab her camera and take some photos. She zoomed in on the woman's face. Click! She pulled back for a frontal shot of her from the waist up. Click! She waited until she turned around and took a photo of her butt. Click! Melanie's heart was pounding now! She never realized how much she enjoyed watching! As the young woman swam away toward the deep end, Melanie put her camera down, silently slid the door open a crack, reached out and snatched up the young woman's shirt, shorts, panties, bra, boots, and the towel she had brought with her. The shirt and pants matched and there was an ID badge attached to the shirt pocket. The young woman's name was Toni (her last name isn't important) and she worked for the power company as a meter reader. With a smile on her face, Melanie decided she would have some fun with Toni. With the camera slung over her shoulder and a couple of towels under her arm, she stepped out the main door onto the patio, locking the door behind her with the numerical keypad. Only she knew the code, so Toni's clothes were safely locked inside. She placed the towels on a nearby table. "Hi there," she said. "I'm Melanie. I live here. What are you doing here in my pool, besides swimming? Shouldn't you just read the meter and be on your merry way?" Toni stopped swimming and turned to the sound of the voice, her nude body concealed under the water. Her face had a deer-in-the-headlights look on her face. She turned her head to where she thought she had placed her clothes but they were gone. "I...I...hope you don't mind. I didn't think anyone was home." Melanie looked down at her in the water, her hands on her hips. "What you mean is you didn't think you would get caught." Toni didn't make eye contact with her. "I'm sorry. If you hand me a towel, I'll get dressed and leave and never do this again." She looked around again for her clothes. "If you're looking for your clothes," said Melanie. "I have them. They're locked away." "May I please have them?" "In due time." Melanie smiled at Toni. "Technically, you are trespassing and I could have you arrested." She pointed to the camera. "I have the evidence right here." Toni pleaded with her not to have her arrested. "Or I could show these to your supervisor. You'd probably lose your job. Toni pleaded with her not to show the photos to her supervisor. "Please! Please! I don't want to go to jail or lose my job. I'll do anything you ask!" Melanie paced around the deck pondering Toni's offer. "Let me think about that. While I do, I think I'll take a few more photos of you. Swim over to the shallow end and sit on the steps." Realizing she had no choice, Toni swam to the steps and sat down. "Now, put your legs out and lay back." Toni obeyed. Click! "Play with your nipples." Toni obeyed again. Click! "Put one hand between your legs." Click! A few more photos later, and Melanie no longer had to tell Toni what to do. She was rapidly rubbing her clit faster and faster and playing with her nipples. She zoomed in on her breasts. Click! She zoomed in on her clit. Click! Melanie switched the camera to video mode. She captured Toni bringing herself to orgasm. When she was done, she laid back again on the steps, relaxing. "That was wonderful," said Toni. Melanie smiled. "Glad you enjoyed yourself. It looked wonderful, too." Toni couldn't help but notice the wet spot on Melanie's shorts and the hardness of her nipples through the T-shirt. "It looks like you enjoyed watching me, too." Melanie slipped off her now soaking-wet shorts and her T-shirt and placed them on the table. In her hand, she held a remote control for the camera. She set the camera on the table and focused the lens on the steps of the pool. "Now, we'll take some of us together." To be continued... From the Curtains Again Pt. 02 This is a follow-up to From the Curtains Again, a reboot of my From the Curtains series from a few years ago. In Part I, Melanie, 30-ish single, career woman who only recently had started working from home as a freelance writer of erotica, found a 20-ish, slim dark-haired woman, skinny-dipping in her pool! The young woman, whose name was Toni, worked for the power company as a meter reader. For quite some time, she had been using Melanie's pool to cool off while making her rounds on those hot Florida days. * It never occurred to Toni that one day, she might get caught. Or what that would lead to. "If you're looking for your clothes," said Melanie. "I have them. They're locked away." She also had photos of Toni swimming in the nude on power company time. "You are trespassing and I could have you arrested." She pointed to the camera. "I have the evidence right here." Toni pleaded with her not to have her arrested. "Or I could show these to your supervisor. You'd probably lose your job. Toni pleaded with her not to show the photos to her supervisor. "Please! Please! I don't want to go to jail or lose my job. I'll do anything you ask!" Little did Toni realize how much she would enjoy doing anything Melanie asked her to do. In short while, Melanie had photos of Toni touching her clit, playing with her nipples and making herself have an orgasm. Watching her and photographing her turned Melanie on, too. "Now, we'll take some of us together." She slipped off her shorts and her T-shirt and placed them on the table. Her slim, nude body was tanned all over, just like Toni's. Except for a landing strip, her pubic area was shaved perfectly clean. In her hand, she held a remote control for the camera. She set the camera on the table and focused the lens on the steps of the pool. Then, she walked down the first two steps into the pool. The water was the perfect temperature. She sat on the top step. "You seemed to enjoy playing solo for the camera." Toni nodded. With her index finger, Melanie motioned for her to swim toward her. "Wait!" replied Toni. "I'm straight. I even have a fiancé. We're getting married in a few months." Melanie smiled. "Does he know you're bi?" Toni shook her head. "I'm not bi!" "Neither am I," replied Melanie. "But that doesn't mean we can't have some fun taking pictures together." Toni sat beside Melanie. "Do I have a choice?" Melanie sat back on the steps, propping herself up with her elbows. "Of course you do. In fact, you can leave right now if you want to. I'll give you your clothes back and delete all of the photos on my camera right in front of you." For about two minutes, there was dead silence. Before Toni could reply, Melanie spoke. "I knew it! If you really wanted to leave, you'd have left as soon as I said you could. You're enjoying this." Toni took in a deep breath and let it out with a sigh. "Yes. I've never been like this before around another woman. And I am enjoying it!" "Move in closer," said Melanie. "Pretend to lick my nipple. But don't touch me." Toni slid closer to Melanie on the step and stuck her tongue out. Melanie pressed the button on the remote. Click! From that angle, it looked like Toni was licking Melanie's nipple. "Now, another one. Only this time, pretend to touch both of my nipples with your index fingers." Click! Melanie sat on the top step, out of the water. She spread her legs wide. "Come in closer and pretend to lick my clit." Toni rolled over into the water and placed her face between Melanie's legs. She turned her head sideways and stuck out her tongue, an inch from Melanie's clit. Click! "Place your hand in front of my pussy like you're fingering me." Click! Melanie got out of the water, dried off, and looked at the pictures they had taken. "Perfect!" She looked up to see Toni lying back on the steps, her hands working her breasts and clit. Melanie smiled. "Looks like you enjoyed that, too!" The sound of her voice broke Toni's concentration and she stopped what she was doing. "Yes, I did!" Melanie thought for a moment. "Then, I have something else for you to do, which I think you may enjoy as much if not more. There's a little club five minutes from here. The owner is a friend of mine. I'll change and we'll get you something to wear. You can't walk in there in your power company uniform." Toni donned her bra and panties. Then, Melanie found a white button down top and white shorts that her sister had left there from her last visit. They turned out to be a perfect fit, if not a little bit tight on top. That was easily fixed by having Toni open the top three buttons, revealing much more of her cleavage than she normally would have liked to show. While Toni used the bathroom, Melanie made a quick phone call. A short drive later they arrived a Linda's, a stylish club with a bar, stage and tables -- and no men allowed. All of the tables were filled with young women, all stylishly dressed as if coming from work for a drink and some fun. The waitresses also were young women as were the bartenders. Up on the stage, the owner, Linda, was talking into a microphone about how a special guest was on her way. "And here she is now!" As soon as they walked in, Linda spotted Melanie and Toni and waved them up to the stage. She cued the female DJ to play some dance music. It was loud and had a heavy, rhythmic beat. "Go on up on the stage," said Melanie. "What?" "Go on! You're the main attraction. You get to keep half" Toni's heart was racing. "Half of what?" "You'll see." As if in a trance, Toni started to bump and grind to the music. Melanie stood off to the side, capturing the whole thing with her camera. Linda shouted into the microphone. "How much for her top?" One of the young women called out, "Ten!" Another yelled "Fifteen!" Another called out "Twenty!" The bidding stopped at $30. Linda collected the cash from the top bidder, who walked up on stage. She unbuttoned Toni's blouse slowly. Then, she removed it from Toni's shoulders, draped it over her arm and pranced off the stage with her prize. Toni started dancing again. She smiled over at Melanie, who snapped more pictures. Linda called out again. "How much for her shorts?" This time, the bidding stopped at $60. The winner unzipped Toni's shorts and slid them slowly down her long tan legs. Toni stepped out of them and continued dancing. "For her bra, bidding starts at $100!" It ended at $400. "What's left?" shouted Linda. The young women chanted "Panties! Panties! Panties!" The bidding started at $500 and ended at $1000. Slowly, the winner slid Toni's panties off. She pretended to lick Toni's clit. Toni reacted as if she had. The crowd of young women went wild. Melanie took more photos. Toni couldn't believe she was dancing naked in front of a room full of women -- and making more money in a half hour than she made in a week. As the music faded out, Toni stopped dancing, and Linda said, "Let's show some love to our dancer!" The young women applauded. Toni walked off the stage to where Melanie stood taling on her cell phone. When the call ended, she asked Toni, "Did you have fun?" Toni rolled back her eyes. "Of course! But it has me so turned on, I need my fiancé. Or my vibe." She had one hand between her legs and the other playing with her breasts. Then, she stopped. "How will I get back to your place with no clothes?" Melanie smiled. "Don't worry about clothes. I'll bring the car around. And when you get to my place, you won't need your fiancé or your vibe." Toni didn't understand. "Why not?" "Eight friends of mine will be there," said Melanie. "Male friends." Toni's curiosity was piqued. "Male friends?" "Yes. We get together on a regular basis," replied Melanie. "I call them the Eight Inchers." To be continued... From the Curtains Ch. 02 This is Part 2 of "From the Curtains." In the first part, Melanie, a slim, attractive 28-year old woman who lives alone on a somewhat secluded property, pleasured herself in her backyard pool, enjoying the sun as well as the possibility that her neighbors (whom she has never met), may have been watching her from behind the curtains. * The next morning, Melanie woke from a restful sleep, pulling back the sheet that covered her nude body. She had always enjoyed sleeping in the nude, favoring the feel of soft sheets against her flesh to that of pajamas or nightgowns. She lifted the blinds as she did every morning, gazing upon the blue sky and bright sun that shone into her bedroom. Something about the wonderful weather where she lived made getting up each and every morning a pleasure. "Another day outside," she thought, pondering what she should wear – or whether she should wear anything at all. Melanie hated tan lines. While some men (and perhaps even some women – Melanie didn't know about that) found them sexy, she preferred an all-over tan. The privacy of her secluded yard made it easy for her to tan her bare breasts and bottom. A ten-foot high hedge all around her property gave her plenty of privacy and except for the two-story colonial some 100 feet away which was unoccupied most of the year, she was sure no one could see her. Although she had tried tanning salons, she didn't feel the need to use them. (Then again, there was something about lying nude on a tanning bed that made her warm all over – and not just from the sun lamps. But that's another story.) Melanie was sure that the view into her pool and patio area from the colonial was very limited. There were several spots on her patio where trees blocked their windows – at least she couldn't see them. But after yesterday's experience, where she saw the curtains of the colonial's second story window move, she wasn't sure if she wanted to stay hidden from view – or to be seen. Something about that experience had excited her. She checked the outdoor thermometer on her sliding glass door window. Already, it was 80 degrees, the perfect temperature for relaxing out in the sun, or perhaps even going for a swim. She thought for a moment about simply stepping outside in the nude. Other than at night in the dark in the heat of the summer when she went skinny-dipping alone, she had never actually just walked out of her bedroom through that door totally nude – at least not in broad daylight. Which is not to say she never went outside during the daytime in the nude. Usually, she had a towel or some other covering with her, or she stayed in the pool. Just the thought stepping out onto the patio with nothing on excited her, filling her body with anticipation, hardening her nipples. She pinched them one at a time and the pleasure flowed throughout her body, intensifying between her legs. "Time to do my morning exercises," she thought, clearing her mind of such thoughts. She picked up the exercise mat she kept rolled up by the sliding glass door leading from the bedroom to the patio, pulled back the vertical blinds, and unlocked the door. Then, she took a deep breath, shook her head, and turned around, walking briskly to her bedroom closet. "Chicken!" said a little voice inside her head. She reached for a pair of shorts and a tank top, and then changed her mind. The short terrycloth robe that came down halfway between her hips and her knees looked much more comfortable. She put that on instead. Stepping out on to the patio, she laid the mat down on the deck, breathing in the fresh morning air. Already, the pool filter had come on. It was so relaxing watching the jets spray droplets onto the water's surface, and the sound it made was very soothing. She sat down on the mat, straightened her back, and stretched, running her hands along her long tan legs, massaging the muscles in her calves and thighs. Suddenly, she looked up across her yard to the colonial house and realized she could be seen from the window, but the curtains were drawn closed now. She even wondered if anyone was home. She didn't give it another thought, proceeding with her exercises. Still sitting, she spread her legs apart to do more stretching, the terrycloth robe rising higher up her thighs with each movement. As she leaned her head down to touch her bare left thigh, one breast popped loose from her robe, fully exposing her nipple to the early morning sunshine. The sun's warm rays felt good on her breast. But the terrycloth robe was beginning to bind her from behind, restricting full movement. She undid the soft terry belt, allowing her robe to open fully, now freeing her other breast from beneath the robe. A soft warm breeze blew across the patio, wafting gently over her now exposed pussy. She stopped doing her leg stretches, arching her back, thrusting her breasts forward. She cupped one in her hand, lifting it to her mouth, licking the nipple. She felt it harden beneath her tongue. Then, she lifted the other breast, flicking her tongue across the nipple, and then swirling her tongue around the areola in a circular motion. She let the terrycloth robe drop from her shoulders. Now sitting on the mat completely nude, she let the sun's rays bathe her entire body, warming her all over, energizing her spirit. She lay back on the mat, straightening her legs first and then spreading them apart, looking up at the blue sky, breathing in slowly through her nostrils, exhaling through mouth, focusing on each breath. She felt a throbbing sensation in her nipples and in her clit, and a dampness rushing between her legs. She moved the palm of her right hand over her right breast, sliding it gently across her tummy, down to her inner thigh, finally resting it between her legs. Then, she did the same with her left hand, stopping at her left breast, lingering on the nipple, which she flicked gently with her thumb. Both hands worked her pussy, one rubbing her clit in a circular motion, the other slipping inside her wetness. Momentarily lost in her reverie, she had forgotten about the colonial house and how there was a clear view of her position from the second-story window. Then, something clicked in her mind and she sat up, slipping her terrycloth robe back on and tying the belt around her slim waist. She gazed across the backyard to the window some 100 feet away. The curtains were now open halfway From the Curtains Ch. 03 This is Part 3 of "From the Curtains." In Part 2, Melanie, a slim, attractive 28-year old woman who lives alone on a somewhat secluded property, pleasured herself on her patio while doing her morning workout in the nude on her exercise mat. Once again, she enjoyed the sun as well as the possibility that her neighbors (whom she has never met) may have been watching her – this time with the curtains half open. * Melanie sat up on her exercise mat, her terrycloth robe wrapped snuggly about her nude body. She gazed through the heavily treed property of her back yard to the colonial house about one hundred feet away and the one window that had the only clear view of the spot where she was sitting on her patio. The curtains were open about half way. She strained to see any sign of movement, to see if anyone was there, perhaps to catch a glimpse of the neighbors she had never even met. She also wanted to know if anyone had seen what she had been doing -- not that it really mattered anymore. Just the thought of someone watching as she pleasured herself outdoors in broad daylight – now for the second time in as many days – filled her entire body with excitement. She thought about taking her robe off again. "Why not," she thought? "Let them see me again." She loosened the belt, slipped the robe off of her shoulders, revealing her smooth, tanned skin and delicious cleavage. It was almost as if she were in a trance, being controlled by some secret power commanding her to display her body to the whole world -- or at least to the neighbors behind the curtains. She placed a hand inside her robe, giving her breast a gentle squeeze. Then, she pulled the robe open completely, once again exposing her nude body, bathing it in the warm glow of the sun's rays. Her eyes fixed on the half-open curtains she dipped one finger into her still wet pussy, then two fingers, and then three. With her other hand, she massaged her now throbbing clit. She removed her fingers, bringing her hand up to her mouth, licking her juices from it one finger at a time. Her body shaking with excitement, she pulled her robe back over her shoulders, tightening the belt that kept it closed around her body. She strained again to see something, anything, on the other side of the window. As she finished tightening her robe, the curtain closed shut. "Not today," she thought, a feeling of disappointment coming over her. Maybe it was because she still didn't know who was watching her. Or maybe it was because she had lost her audience. She wasn't quite sure. She went inside the kitchen and put on a fresh pot of coffee, then stopped in the pool bath to wash her face and hands. She undid the belt of her robe, opening it fully, examining her slim, tanned body in the mirror. She liked the way she looked, being totally comfortable with her shape and figure. Her daily exercise regimen combined with the laps in the pool that she would swim as soon as the water warmed to a comfortable temperature enabled her to maintain the same trim body she had when she was a dancer in college. She felt wetness between her legs and her nipples were still somewhat perky. But now all she could think about was having a hot cup of coffee. As the pot finished perking, she poured herself a cup. As soon as she put the pot back in the coffee maker, she thought she heard a car pull up and a door slam shut. A minute later, the doorbell rang. "Who could that be?" She put the cup down on the counter, walking through her den to the front door. As she made the turn into the foyer, she saw the shape of a figure trying to see into the house through the smoked glass on the side of the door. Suddenly, she realized that her terrycloth robe was still undone. Quickly, she pulled it around herself, tying it closed with the belt. Again, the doorbell rang. "I'm coming," she said. "Keep your shirt on." The figure moved away from the smoked glass and was no longer visible. Melanie unlocked the door, opening it a crack, peering out. On the other side stood a petite young woman wearing sunglasses, a cotton blouse, denim short shorts, and sandals. The young woman appeared to be in her early twenties, with shoulder length brown hair and an athletic figure. She removed her sunglasses revealing piercing brown eyes. Melanie noticed that her face was slightly flushed. In her hands, she held a tray of homemade cupcakes frosted with whipped cream. The young woman smiled politely. Melanie noticed that she seemed a bit tense. "Hello. My name is Susanne." She shifted the tray of cupcakes to one hand, extending the other. Melanie took her hand and shook it lightly. "I'm your neighbor. My husband and I own the house behind yours." Melanie's heart raced. "The two-story colonial?" Susanne nodded. "Yes," she said, her voice shaking slightly. "May I come in?" Melanie opened the door. "Please come in. It's so nice to meet you." "I thought we might get better acquainted," said Susanne. "I baked fresh cupcakes." Melanie smiled. "How sweet of you! Would you like some coffee? I just made a fresh pot." Susanne smiled, her body relaxing noticeably. "I would love some." The two women chatted, sipped coffee, ate cupcakes, and got better acquainted. Melanie wondered if Susanne had been watching her from the window, but nothing in their conversation provided the slightest hint. Then, Melanie remembered something Susanne said when she was standing at the front door. "Why don't you call your husband and ask him to come over for some coffee? It will only take me a minute to get dressed." Susanne took another sip of coffee, delicately placing her cup back in its saucer. "He's out of town." "Oh?" said Melanie, her interest piqued. "Yes. He's in Europe on business. He's been gone for a month and won't be back for another month. I figured we have this house here for vacation and relaxation and since he was going to be away for such a long time, I thought I would come her and enjoy the nice weather." Susanne gazed out the kitchen window, taking in the view of the pool and patio. "You have so much privacy. It's a beautiful sunny day. And that pool looks so inviting." "I go for a swim every day after I have my coffee. Would you care to join me?" Susanne hesitated for a moment. "I would love to. But I didn't bring a bathing suit." Again, Melanie's mind raced with excitement, wondering if Susanne had been the one who was watching her. Then, she realized it really didn't matter. "You don't need at bathing suit." From the Curtains Ch. 04 This is Part 4 of "From the Curtains." In Part 3, Melanie pleasured herself again out on the patio. A short while later, her neighbor, Susanne, who owns the colonial house with the clear view of Melanie's patio and pool, stopped over to introduce herself. Over coffee, Melanie discovered that Susanne's husband has been away for a month and won't be back for a long time. But she didn't find out if Susanne had been watching her from behind the curtains. The two women have decided to go for a swim. Susanne didn't bring a bathing suit. "You don't need a bathing suit." Susanne hesitated for a moment. "Oh, I can run home and get one." "Why bother?" said Melanie. "I never wear one. Besides, it's just us girls. Who would see us?" Susanne became somewhat nervous. "No one, I guess. But I don't think I can. You, see, I've never gone swimming in the nude before. I've never even been naked outdoors." Melanie couldn't believe what she was hearing. "Never?" Susanne shook her head. "I've never been in a situation where I could just take off all of my clothes and not worry about being seen. At pools or at the beach, there always were children or other men around – besides my husband, of course." Melanie thought for a moment. Her nipples hardened and she felt a tingle all over. She didn't want to make Susanne do something she didn't want to do. But the idea of being nude outside with another woman – perhaps a woman who had watched her pleasure herself – excited her. Then again, at this point, she really wasn't sure if Susanne had, in fact, seen her. And she wasn't about to come right out and ask. "There's a first time for everything." Susanne thought a moment, and then said, "Oh, why not? Let's go!" Melanie smiled. "Great! There's a spare robe in the pool bath. You can hang your things in there." Susanne stepped into the pool bath, emerging a few minutes later wearing nothing but a short white terry cloth robe just like Melanie's, which tied at the waist and came down to just to the middle of the her thighs. Melanie couldn't help but notice how shapely but oh so pale Susanne's legs were. "This time of day, you'll be needing sunscreen, especially if this is your first time sunning those never-seen-the-sun-before body parts." Melanie stepped over to the closet near the pool bath, which was stocked with several types of sunscreen and tanning lotions. "Your skin type should tan well, but we don't want you to burn," she said, handing her a bottle of SPF15 lotion. "Let's go outside and get some sun." Melanie opened the sliding door leading out to the patio. The two women stepped outside in their robes, spread towels down on two lounge chairs and sat down. Susanne looked around. From where they were sitting, even the window of her colonial house was obscured from view. "Very private," she said. "Yes, very." Melanie took off her robe, hanging it over a chair. She stood there totally nude, her bald pussy and totally tanned body on display for Susanne to see up close. Susanne looked at her, mesmerized, her heart pounding. The thought of being nude outside was beginning to overwhelm her. Anticipation turned to excitement, even arousal. Feeling comfortable in their privacy, Susanne slipped off her robe, revealing dark shoulders, arms and legs and a tan line that looked like she had never worn a bikini in her life. Both women were totally nude now. Melanie couldn't help but notice Susanne's breasts, which were pear-shaped and firm with large nipples, and a pubic region that needed a good trim, if not a complete shaving. The young woman was in very good shape, with a slim waist, solid abs, and a firm butt with good muscle tone. "Do you work out?" asked Melanie, admiring her neighbor's fit body. "I try to go to the gym two or three times a week." Melanie smiled. "We should go together some time." "I'd like that," said Susanne, squeezing sunscreen onto her palm. "Just do what I do and you'll cover everything," said Melanie, applying lotion to her shoulders and arms first, then to her tummy and breasts. Susanne did the same. "Be sure to put a lot on your nipples," said Melanie, rubbing lotion onto both of her breasts. She put a dab on the tip of her fingers, transferred it to the nipple of her right breast, and then slowly massaged it in. Then, she squeezed out another stream of lotion onto the palm of her hand, rubbing it into her left nipple. As she massaged her nipples, a wave of pleasure spread through her. She rolled her head back and enjoyed. Susanne squeezed lotion directly onto both of her nipples, rubbing it in slowly in a circular motion, alternating from one breast to the other. She moaned softly. "Now, do your butt," said Melanie, standing and then reaching behind herself with a handful of lotion. She rubbed some onto both cheeks, bending over slightly to give Susanne a good view. Susanne stood up, rubbing lotion onto her left cheek, then her right cheek, massaging it in deeply. She finished the application by squeezing the creamy white liquid onto her inner thighs, massaging it in slowly with her fingertips. "You missed a spot," said Melanie. She squirted a stream of sunscreen onto her the palm of her hand, slowly rubbing it onto Susanne's butt. "Now, let's do your back." She rubbed lotion onto Susanne's back. When she was done, Susanne did her back, massaging the lotion in deeply. "Ooh, that felt good!" said Melanie. "I haven't had a good back rub in a long time." "Neither have I. And with my husband gone, I haven't had a good front rub either." Melanie chuckled, knowing exactly what she meant. "Neither have I." "I feel so relaxed," said Susanne, lying back on the lounge chair, bathing her entire body in the sunshine. Melanie did the same. "Is that comfortable?" asked Susanne, pointing to Melanie's bald pubic region. "Oh yes," she said. "You should shave. It makes it easier to apply the lotion." Susanne rolled her eyes. "I didn't bring a razor." "Well, I have a spare," Melanie replied. "You can do it right out here." "Okay," said Susanne. "Maybe later." The two women lay on their backs in the sun for about thirty minutes, and then turned over onto their stomachs. "Mmmm," said Susanne. "I never knew how good the sun could feel on my bare bottom. Makes me warm all over." She arched her back slightly, tweaking both nipples with her fingers. "Being nude outside makes me feel so sensual. I should have done this years ago!" After about 30 minutes on their tummies, Susanne said, "I'm getting hot." "Me, too," said Melanie. "Let's cool off in the pool. The water temperature should be just right about now." Susanne stood up, covering her body with a towel. The two women walked over to the steps leading down into the pool. "You don't need that towel," said Melanie. "The only clear view of my pool is from your second story window." Melanie looked up at the window. The curtains were drawn shut. Susanne smiled. "Yes, I know." "You know?" asked Melanie. "Yes. I looked out my window yesterday and discovered that if I stood on one side, I had a clear view of you in your pool. And if I stood on the other side, I could see the corner of your patio where you were exercising this morning. I saw everything you did." "Everything?" Susanne nodded, moistening her lips with her tongue. "Everything." Melanie's nipples hardened with excitement. There she was, standing nude in front of another woman who had seen her pleasure herself several times. The thought made her tingle all over. "Did you enjoy watching?" Susanne blushed noticeably. "I'm almost embarrassed to say that I did." "No need to be embarrassed. It was exciting for me, too." Melanie hesitated for a moment, and then smiled. "Would you like to watch me again?" Susanne also hesitated. Then, she shook her head. "No," she said, dropping her towel, stepping into the water, wading in up to her breasts. She enjoyed the feeling of wetness all over her body. She swam over to the pool jets, the same ones Melanie had used to pleasure herself yesterday. She straddled the stream so that it hit between her legs, letting out a small moan as the pulsating jets repeatedly massaged her clit. "I want you to watch me." From the Curtains Ch. 05 This is Part 5 of "From the Curtains" and the last chapter for awhile. In Part 4, Melanie and her neighbor, Susanne, who owns the colonial house with the clear view of Melanie's patio and pool, sunbathed in the nude. Susanne finally told Melanie she had been watching her pleasure herself from behind the curtains. As the two women waded into the pool, Susanne swam over to the spa jets. "I want you to watch me," said Susanne, straddling the pool's spa jets. As the pulsing water massaged her clit, she let out a small moan. Slowly, she found a rhythm, positioning the stream of water in just the right spot, moving her hips back and forth, side to side. Gently, she pinched the nipple of each breast, alternating back and forth between them. Waves of pleasure flowed through her. "This is incredible!" she said, arching her back. Melanie stood on the steps leading into the pool, mesmerized. It was the first time she had ever seen another woman pleasure herself. The view filled her with excitement. She sat down on the second step leading into the pool, half in the water and half out, the sun bathing her in its glow, warming her all over. She pinched her own nipples, feeling the warmth flow through her entire body now, spreading to her clit. She placed her palm between her legs, massaging her clit in a circular motion, faster, faster, faster. She watched Susanne, focusing on her breasts and the thrusting movements she made into the spa jets. Susanne was breathing heavily now, her body writhing in sync with the pulsing water, her hand massaging her nipples rhythmically. She shifted her body repeatedly, pushing harder against the jets, intensifying their pressure – and her pleasure. Finally, she found the right spot, arching her head backward, pinching her nipples harder. In one explosive moment, she lost herself in the pleasure of her orgasm. Relaxing, she looked over at Melanie reclining on the steps, fingering herself wildly. Again, she enjoyed the view, just as she had from behind the curtains. Up close, the sight of another woman pleasuring herself was much more sensual, much more erotic. Melanie half closed her eyes, moaning aloud as her orgasm intensified. When it was over, she laid back, still half in the water and half out, her body totally relaxed now. "How are you doing over there," Melanie asked, a broad smile streaming across her face. Susanne giggled. "I am doing fantastic! That was incredible." "A nice substitute for when hubby is away on those long trips?" Susanne shook her head. "Not a substitute. Totally different." "But enjoyable?" Susanne swam over to the pool steps and sat next to Melanie, basking with her in the sun's warm rays. "Very much so!" There was an excitement in her voice. "I never realized how enjoyable being nude outdoors could be! And having you watch me made it so much more exciting. And then when you joined in, it pushed me over the edge." Melanie smiled. "I could see that! Watching you did the same for me." The two women stepped out of the pool, draping towels over their shoulders, making no attempt to cover their nude bodies. They lay the towels down on their lounge chairs and let the sun's rays dry off their bodies. Melanie sensed that Susanne was enjoying her newly discovered freedom. Being nude outdoors was old hat for Melanie, but this was a first for Susanne. "You should try being nude around the house," said Melanie. "It's warm enough here most of the year for just a light robe indoors, or nothing. And since there's no one there anyway..." Susanne raised one eyebrow. "I think I could get used to that." "And, of course, you're welcome to swim and sun here with me any time." Susanne smiled, dabbing her towel on her wet pubic hair. "We really need to do something about that hair," said Melanie, a sly smile crossing her face. Susanne giggled. "You did say you had a spare razor?" "And shaving gel, too." Melanie scurried inside, still nude, of course. When she came out, she had a razor, a roll of paper towels, and a can of shaving gel in her hands. Immediately, she shook the can up and down. Susanne giggled again. "Nice form. I bet my husband would like your hand motion." Melanie chuckled. "You've never seen me eat a banana," she said, winking suggestively. "When will hubby be here?' "Never mind!" said Susanne. "If he knew what I had been up to, he'd..." Melanie interrupted. "He'd probably want to watch. All men do." She pressed the top of the shaving gel can, squirting gel onto Susanne's pubic hair. Susanne brought the gel to lather, and then used the razor to remove the hair, periodically wiping it off on a paper towel. Within a few minutes, her pubic region was as bald and as smooth as Melanie's. "I feel a warm breeze," said Susanne, enjoying the air wafting over her now-shaved pussy. Her mind turned back to Melanie's comment. "So you think he would like to watch me?" Initially, Melanie was surprised but then she realized that Susanne was full of surprises, and that was what she was beginning to like about her. "You mean he never has?" Susanne shook her head. "He's never seen me shaved either." Melanie thought for a moment. Then, she got an idea. "Does he have email?" "Yes, he does," replied Susanne. "We write to each other every night." "I'll be right back." Melanie ran back into the house again, this time returning with a digital camera. "Oh, no!" said Susanne, covering herself with a towel. "I don't know how he'd react if I sent him a picture." Melanie turned the camera on, aiming it at Susanne's towel-covered pussy. "You'll never know unless you do." Susanne thought for a moment, and then she uncovered herself. "Let's do it, then." Melanie zoomed in on Susanne's bald pussy. Then, she thought for a moment, and said, "Let's give him something a little more erotic." Without speaking, Susanne placed one of her perfectly manicured fingernails on the tip of her clit. Melanie snapped the picture. "Excellent," said Melanie, previewing the shot in her camera's viewfinder and then showing it to Susanne. "Please take another," said Susanne, dipping one finger inside her pussy. Melanie snapped another photo. "Good one," she said. "How about this pose?" Susanne pinched the nipple of her breast between her thumb and forefinger. Melanie zoomed in on her nipple and snapped it. "How about this pose?" Susanne rolled over on to her tummy, and stuck one finger in her ass. Melanie took the picture. "Let's go inside and load them onto my computer so you can email them to your hubby," said Melanie. "I have a better idea," said Susanne, an impish grin flashing across her face. "Why don't I take the same poses of you?" Melanie thought for a moment. Then, she turned off her camera. "I don't think so," she said. "Why not?" asked Susanne. "I'd rather have him watch me from behind the curtains." From the Curtains Ch. 06 This is Part 6 of "From the Curtains" (part 7 if you count The Early Years story) and it picks up with Melanie (who is single), and her neighbor, Susanne (whose husband is away for the summer) enjoying an evening jog. If you haven't read the previous episodes, please read them first so you have a better idea of who Melanie and Susanne are and what they like to do. Enjoy! * Melanie turned the corner, heading down a very quiet street of a subdivision where there were a lot of new houses being built. At 28, she had a slim figure and muscle tone, staying in shape by swimming laps in her pool, working out at the health spa regularly, and jogging several times a week with her neighbor, Susanne. "Come on, slowpoke," she said, calling back to Susanne, a petite young woman about Melanie's age, with shoulder length brown hair and an athletic figure. Susanne trailed about 10 yards behind her. Melanie decided to wait for her to catch up, continuing to jog in place in front of a brand new house that was still unoccupied. "Nice," said Susanne, finally catching up with her. "What?" "Watching your boobs bounce up and down." Melanie smiled slyly. "You've got quite a good bounce there, too, sweetie. And your butt is definitely firmer now that you're getting regular exercise." Susanne gave her a wicked look. "Wanna squeeze?" Melanie laughed. "Now, you know I'm not that kind of girl." Susanne chuckled, too. "Me, neither. But, sometimes I wonder." Now, Melanie was a bit shocked. "C'mon! Just because we play together..." "We've never actually played together," said Susanne. "We've just watched each other play." Melanie's thought turned back to their masturbation sessions in her swimming pool. The images of Susanne and herself playing with their nipples, fingering their clits, and using the spa jets to cum, sent a rush of warmth through her body that settled between her legs. Immediately, her nipples hardened underneath the top she wore. Since Melanie wasn't wearing a bra, Susanne couldn't help but notice. "Was it something I said?" she asked, coyly pointing to her friend's erect nipples, accidentally (or was it intentionally?) touching the tip of her left nipple with her finger. Melanie blushed. "Better stop right there. I don't have panties on either and I'd hate to stain these shorts." She dipped her hand inside the front of her shorts, feeling around inside between her legs. "Mmmm," she said. "Too late." Suddenly, Susanne had an idea. "We can't have you staining your shorts, now, can we?" She pulled Melanie's top out of her shorts, dropping over the waistband, letting it fall down to the middle of her thighs. "I thought so," she said. "You thought so what?" "Your top comes down far enough to cover your entire ass. Why not just take off your shorts – so they don't get stained, of course." Melanie looked around. This part of the subdivision was pretty deserted so it wasn't likely that anyone would see her anyway. And besides, her private parts would be covered – as long as she didn't take any long strides or bend over for the rest of their jog. She slipped off her jogging shorts and handed them to Susanne, who held them up to her nose and sniffed. "Mmmm," she said. "Someone is horny. Very horny." "Yes, and it's you!" she said. "Now, I see hard nipples." Melanie lifted her top, flashing Susanne her shaved pussy, lowering it just as quickly. "Ahhh...that felt so breezy. You should try it." "Me?" asked Susanne, beginning to feel wet between her legs. "My top doesn't come down as far." Susanne grabbed her top with both hands and pulled it out of her shorts. It was long enough to just cover the top of her butt. Then, she pulled her shorts down all in one swift motion, revealing her hairless pussy. "I don't have panties on either." Melanie laughed. "I can see that." "I'll hold those for safekeeping," said Melanie. "You can hang onto mind." Now, it was Susanne's turn to lift her top. Only she gave Melanie a quick flash of her boobs as well. "Very nice," said Melanie. "I'm sweating more now than when we were jogging." "Let's go inside this new house and get out of the heat," said Susanne. "I love looking at new houses, don't you?" Melanie nodded. "Yes, it's great fun seeing how they're decorated. I always get ideas that way." Susanne smiled from ear to ear. "I just got an idea," she said. "Let's go see if the pool is in yet." The two women strolled up the walkway to the front door, each carrying the others' shorts. Inside, the house was a beautiful center hall colonial with marble countertops and very elegant trappings throughout. They walked down the hallway to the family room, which led out to the patio. There, they saw a magnificent kidney-shaped swimming pool. Since the houses behind them had not even been started yet, they had plenty of privacy. They stepped out onto the patio, closing the curtains behind them. Then, Melanie put Susanne's shorts down on the bar adjacent to the pool and lifted her top off over her head in one swift motion, standing there totally nude. Seconds later, Susanne did the same. They both slipped quietly into the cool clear water, immediately swimming to the opposite side. "This is nice," said Melanie. "Very refreshing," said Susanne. Melanie swam around the perimeter of the pool, locating a spa jet. "Look what I found." As Melanie straddled the spa jet, the pulsing waters found her sweet spot. Susanne licked her lips. "My turn!" Melanie stifled the moan from her orgasm, pulling away from the jet. Susanne slid right into place. The force of the jet made her clit throb. "This is awesome!" she moaned, rapidly bringing herself to orgasm. "We have to cum here more often," said Melanie. "I just thought of something," said Susanne. "We don't have towels." "We'll just have to sun dry in the nude," said Melanie, winking at her friend. Suddenly, they heard a voice coming from inside the house. "You can do that if you like." Both Melanie and Susanne were startled by the sound and yet, at the same time, relieved. The voice was a woman's. From inside the curtains, a very attractive woman, late 20's, with long blonde hair and a model's slim figure opened the sliding door and stepped onto the patio carrying several towels. She was dressed in professional woman's business attire – a skirt, blouse, stockings, high heels, and blazer. "Or you can use these," she said, placing a stack of towels down on the bar in front of their shorts and tops. Then, she closed the curtains leading back into the house, pulling the sliding door closed also. All at once, Melanie and Susanne started to get out of the pool. "I'm Bev," she said, motioning for them to stay in the pool. "But we really shouldn't be in here," said Melanie. "Nonsense. None of the workers are around at this time. And besides, this is one of my listings. I sell real estate. I'm also the builder's wife. So, technically, this is my house and my pool. At least until someone buys the place." Melanie and Susanne swam over to the side of the pool. Bev kneeled down to shake their hands. As she leaned forward, the two women couldn't help but notice that she was wearing nothing underneath her blouse. "We didn't see a car out front so we just assumed no one was here," said Melanie. "My husband dropped me off this morning. I'm waiting for my ride now. But it's so hot today and I feel so overdressed. And that water looks so inviting. I just have to cool off a bit before I go home." "Why don't you join us?" asked Melanie. Susanne chirped in, "Yes, come on in. The water is perfect." "I think I will." Melanie added, "Swimsuits not required." "Oh," said Bev, a twinkle in her eye. "I never wear one." Bev removed her blazer, placing it neatly around the arms of a patio chair. Next, she kicked off her shoes, sat down on the chair, and slowly rolled down her stockings. She also placed them neatly on a patio chair. Then, she unhooked her skirt, slipping it over her long, shapely legs, likewise placing it on a chair neatly. Finally, she unbuttoned her blouse, revealing perfectly shaped breasts with no visible tan lines. When she slipped off her thong panties, Melanie and Susanne saw that she had no tan lines on her bottom either and a neatly trimmed pubic area. Instead of diving into the pool, Bev walked slowly down the steps, tweaking her nipples with one hand as she entered, fingering her pussy with the other. "This feels so good!" Once completely in the water, she said. "I really enjoyed watching you two." The words made Melanie tingle all over. "You were watching?" she asked. The sight of Bev playing made Melanie reach down between her legs, massaging her clit. Susanne's nipples were hard again. "The whole time?" She began rubbing them with her index fingers, sending waves of pleasure through her whole body. Bev moved her palm over her clit in a rhythmic circular motion. "Yes," she said. "I saw everything. I started rubbing myself inside but then I just had to come out here with you to finish up. I thought we'd all just do it together." "I'm glad you did," said Melanie, rubbing her clit faster and faster. Susanne moaned with pleasure. "So am I." "It's a great way to get acquainted." Too busy to speak, Melanie and Susanne just nodded, moaning. The three women continued playing, their eyes moving over each other's bodies, watching and enjoying. Suddenly, they heard a car door slam shut. "That must be my ride," said Bev. Melanie and Susanne scrambled out of the pool, grabbing towels, drying off as quickly as they could. "Where's my top?" said Susanne, somewhat frantically. "And my shorts?" Bev didn't make a move. "That really isn't necessary." "But your husband! He'll be back here any minute and I can't let him to see me like this. If my husband found out..." said Susanne. Bev threw her head back and laughed. "My husband isn't picking me up tonight," she said. "My sister is." Just then, Beverly's sister Becky pulled back the curtains and opened the sliding door. She was dressed in the same professional woman's business attire – a skirt, blouse, stockings, high heels, and blazer. "Did I mention that we're twins?" "Identical?" asked Melanie. "In every way," said Bev. "Hey, sis," said Becky. "Who are your friends?" Bev introduced Melanie and Susanne. Then, she said, "Why don't we all get better acquainted?" "Great idea," said Becky. "That water looks fantastic." Smiling, she removed her blazer, placing it neatly around the arms of a patio chair. From the Curtains Ch. 07 The exhibitionist adventures of Melanie and Susanne continue... Melanie pulled back the curtains of her hotel room on the third floor, opened the sliding door, and stepped out onto the balcony overlooking the pool and patio area. At 28, Melanie had light brown hair with streaks of blonde, petite but perky breasts, a slim figure, and a deep, dark tan all over her body. "What a view!" she said, leaning on the railing. "Come take a look." Below her, two young women in bikinis sunned themselves while three young men swam in the pool. Her neighbor and friend, Susanne, joined her on the balcony. Susanne was a 26-year-old married woman, with piercing brown eyes, shoulder length brown hair and an athletic figure. Her husband had been working overseas for several months and she was enjoying her adventures with Melanie. This time, they decided to get away for a weeklong holiday, driving an hour away to a secluded beach resort. "Does this give you any ideas?" asked Melanie. Susanne looked across the courtyard at the rooms opposite their own. From this angle most of the third floor had a clear view of their balcony, as well as the room inside. All she had to do was open the curtains and turn on all of the lights. For a moment, Susanne pondered the question, and then asked one of her own. "Are we a couple of college coeds who are going to get drunk and flash our boobs at all of the drunken males?" Melanie just shook her head. "Of course not. We're going to be much more creative!" "How so?" "Well," said Melanie, changing from her shorts and top into a skimpy string bikini top and equally skimpy thong bottom as she spoke. She never wore bra or panties during the summer. "What if we just go nude in places we shouldn't be nude? Susanne eyed Melanie's swimsuit, thinking about it momentarily. "You're practically wearing nothing now." Her nipples hardened beneath her cotton top. "We will avoid situations where children might be present, right?" Melanie smiled impishly. "Of course. I already checked into that. The hotel is full – and it's all adult vacationers. Not a kid within a mile of here." Susanne smiled, simultaneously playing with her nipples, squeezing them gently, and then releasing them. She removed her top, shorts, bra and panties. "I like this already," she said, slipping one finger into her wetness. These adventures with Melanie always turned her on and with her husband gone for so long, she really needed a release. "What's up first?" Susanne reached for her bikini, but Melanie snatched it away. "Not what, who. And the who is you." She tossed Susanne a towel. "Wrap this around yourself. You're going to go nude in the hot tub." "Now?" asked Susanne, wrapping the towel around her. Her breasts were concealed but it barely covered her butt. Melanie nodded. "But you're dressed," continued Susanne, eyeing Melanie's very tan butt cheeks. "Sort of." "Someone has to scout for you and let you know the last possible moment that you have to cover up before anyone sees you." "But it's almost midnight." "So much the better. There will be fewer people around. It will give you a chance to get used to being nude in places other than your room." "Good idea," said Susanne. "And for a little bit of extra fun, check this out." Melanie removed a small digital camera from her purse, checking the battery. It was fully charged. "What's that for?" asked Susanne. "What do you think?" "You're going to take pictures to send to my husband?" Melanie pointed to the tip of her nose, as if signaling a correct answer in charades. The thought made Susanne shudder, her body tingling all over. She remembered the last time she let Melanie photograph her and how the pictures of her in a variety of erotic poses had pleased her husband. "Let's go," said Melanie, grabbing herself a towel and her room key. She opened the door, stepping out into the hall. "The coast is clear," she said, beckoning Susanne to follow her. Susanne's heart was racing. She stepped out into the hall. "For a minute, I thought this was a trick," said Susanne. "Me trick you? Never. But can you hold my towel and the key?" Susanne held out her hand. As soon as she did, Melanie stripped the towel off her friend's body with one swift swipe of her hand, raising the camera to eye level with the other. "Smile!" she said, snapping a photo of Susanne standing naked in the hotel hallway. She tossed the towel to Susanne, who wrapped it around herself immediately. They walked toward the elevator. "I don't know whether to thank you or kick you," said Susanne, laughing. "That felt so good!" Melanie pressed the button for the elevator. The doors opened. No one was on the elevator. "If it felt so good, why not walk down to the hot tub in the nude?" Susanne peeled off her towel, stepping into the elevator nude. "If I think about it too much..." Melanie took Susanne's towel and tossed it over her own shoulder, pressing all of the buttons on the elevator. Then, she took a photo of Susanne posing nude by the buttons. "Have you given any thought to what you're going to do if the elevator makes a stop between our floor and the lobby? This is our version of Russian roulette." Susanne's heart raced and her nipples hardened. She was beginning to feel wetness between her legs. "Oh, my!" said Susanne, standing completely naked as the elevator stopped on the second floor. The elevator doors opened. No one was there. Susanne was relieved but her heart continued to pound. When the doors closed again, she placed one hand between her legs and the other on her left breast. Melanie snapped another photo. Quickly, Susanne grabbed her towel off of Melanie's shoulder, wrapping it around herself. "Good idea," said Melanie. "There's a strong possibility someone will be in the lobby." When the doors opened, no one was there. "Come on," said Melanie, looking up and down the lobby, noticing that the front desk was unattended and the curtains drawn to the desk clerk's office. "She must be on a break or in a meeting. The coast is clear." Susanne got off the elevator, following her. "I said, the coast is clear," repeated Melanie. "You can drop your towel now." Susanne obliged, now standing in the lobby outside the elevator in the nude. Melanie snapped another photo. The two women moved rapidly toward the pool and hot tub with Susanne now just carrying her towel. Finally, they reached the hot tub area, which was obscured from the pool by high hedges behind a low iron fence with a gated entry that creaked loudly when they opened it. After entering the area, Melanie turned on the spa jets, causing the bubbles to gush and swirl. Susanne put her towel down on a chair and tested the water temperature with her toe. It was the ideal temperature. She then slipped into the tub, dropping down to the seat so that only her head and shoulders were visible above the water. She slid herself over the to spa jet, positioning her clit to take it full force. "Mmmmm," she purred. "This feels so good." Melanie snapped another photo. Then, she put her camera down on a chair. She looked around in all directions and, seeing no one, undid her bikini top and slipped off her bikini bottom. She then eased herself into the hot tub. "Aren't you supposed to be scouting?" asked Susanne, her voice quivering from the pleasure flowing through her body as well as the thought that someone could walk in on them at any time. "I can't let you have all the fun," said Melanie. "Besides, watching you enjoy yourself got me very wet." She dipped two fingers of one hand inside herself, simultaneously swirling the palm of her other hand over her clit. She leaned back and let the hot, bubbling water consume her. Just then, they heard the gate open and close. Before they could move to retrieve their towels, the two young women in bikinis who they had seen at the pool were standing a few feet from the hot tub. "Hi," said Sandra, the tall, athletic-looking blonde with a great tan and an even greater figure. She easily could model swimwear professionally, as could Sarah, the other young woman, a slim brunette, also well built, and very attractive. "Mind if we join you?" said Sarah. "Sure," said Melanie, getting a look from Susanne. Seeing no way to cover up, Susanne accepted her fate. "Come on in," she said. "But we're both naked." Sandra and Sarah giggled. "So?" said Sandra, undoing the string on Sarah's bikini as her friend did the same for her. They slipped off their tops and bottoms, joining Melanie and Susanne in the hot tub. "This is great," said Sarah, leaning in to Sandra and kissing her on the mouth. Suddenly, they were locked in an embrace, their tongues probing each other's mouths, their legs intertwined. As they continued their kiss, they caressed each other's bodies. Momentarily breaking off the kiss, Sandra then kissed Sarah softly all over her neck and the top of her breasts until finally taking one breast in her mouth, licking the nipple with her tongue. Melanie and Susanne watched, mesmerized – and very turned on. Both women ran their hands all over their own bodies, masturbating wildly, pinching their nipples, rubbing their clits and never taking their eyes off of Sandra and Sarah. The bubbling waters drowned out their moans as the four women all came at once. Back at the front desk, the night clerk, a petite young woman in her early twenties named Julie, had been staring at the monitors for the hotel's security system for the last twenty minutes, enjoying the view from the hot tub area. As the clock struck midnight, she her shift ended, and the late night clerk had assumed his post out by check in. After making sure that the curtains behind her were securely closed, obscuring the late night clerk's view, she sat back in her leather chair, focusing intently on the view from the hot tub area. As the scene of the four women playing in the tub aroused her, she unbuttoned her blouse, undid her bra, and slipped her hands inside, gently caressing her nipples. Suddenly, a thought occurred to her. Why not join them? To be continued... From the Curtains: The Early Years This story takes place long before the "From the Curtains" series published on here a few months ago. Some readers may remember Melanie, the main character of the original series. This story takes place before those stories. Melanie lay back in the nude on a raft in her pool, her thoughts drifting back to when she was younger. The sun's warm rays wafting over her nude body often fueled a dream-like feeling that came over her. This day was no different. She had just turned twenty-one that summer and was about to enter her senior year in college. That summer was just like every other one she had spent since she was about eight years old – attending summer music school at a conservatory about a hundred miles from where she lived. For Melanie, that meant living with her aunt all summer, who was a wonderful woman in her fifties. Since her husband had passed away and her children had moved out, she enjoyed having the company, even if Melanie did practice her flute until well after what she considered to be bedtime. Melanie always thought that the great part about her aunt's place was the full-size in-ground swimming pool. She had unlimited use of it all summer – all she had to do was vacuum it once a week and make sure the chlorine was right – and she made good use of it, practicing her swimming techniques and staying in shape. At 21, she looked pretty much the way she does now at 28 – slim-figured and always with a tan, although in those days, she had tan lines top and bottom. Her mornings were spent at the conservatory, taking theory, orchestra, and private lessons. In the afternoons, she returned to her aunt's house, practiced her lessons and then went for a swim. Since her aunt worked, Melanie was alone every afternoon, which suited her nicely. She enjoyed the quiet and the privacy and it gave her plenty of both. "We have new neighbors, " her aunt said one morning. "They have a son named Todd. He's about your age. Cute young man. He's going to come over later for a swim. Perhaps you'll have a chance to meet him." Melanie smiled, thinking it would be nice to have some company for a change. The fact that it was her age made the thought even more appealing. That afternoon, Melanie got back from her classes and immediately went upstairs to her bedroom to practice the day's assignments, just as she did every day. About ten minutes into her practicing, she thought she heard splashing coming from the pool. She pulled back the curtains just a crack, gazing down to the pool. There, she saw a young man swimming. "Must be Todd," she thought. She looked more closely. He was a slim young man with thick brown hair and a very athletic body, his upper torso muscular and trim, like someone who worked out with weights a few times a week. He wore a baggie surfer-style swimsuit that came to the top of his knees. As Todd climbed up the steps out of the pool, he dropped down and did twenty pushups, and then dove headfirst back into the deep end of the pool. As he emerged from the water, his suit slid back, revealing several inches of pale skin. Melanie watched intently, expecting Todd to pull up his swimsuit. Instead, Todd looked around in all directions. Then, he pulled off his trunks, folded them, and placed them on the pool deck. As she watched Todd swim laps, his bare bottom emerging from the water every time he made the turn at the end of the pool, Melanie's body flushed and her nipples hardened. Mesmerized by his trim muscular nude body, she kept hoping he would do the backstroke. Finally, he did. But he was too far away for Melanie to get a good view. Nevertheless, she watched. And watched. Then, she closed her eyes and thought about what his manhood might look like. The thought sent waves of pleasure through her body. While Todd continued swimming, Melanie unbuttoned her shorts, letting them drop to the floor. She began rubbing her clit slowly through her panties, feeling herself become more aroused with every touch. When Todd finished swimming laps, he laid back on the steps of the pool, resting his head against a towel on the deck, the sun bathing him in its glow. Melanie got the view she had been waiting for. She pulled her panties off, dropping them to the floor. She took off her top in one swift motion, letting her perky breasts sway freely. With one hand, she began rubbing her clit furiously, slipping one, two, then three fingers inside her wet pussy. With the other, she ran her hands back and forth across her nipples, stopping to pinch them, squeeze them. All the while, she focused on Todd, scanning his muscular body up and down, back and forth. As if obeying a mental command, Todd suddenly reached down and started rubbing his cock, first with just the palm of one hand and then, as he grew fully erect, wrapping his hand around himself, stroking himself up and down in a rhythmic motion. Melanie threw her head back, arching her back and moaning, her fingers furiously working her clit in sync with Todd's stroking, feeling her nipples throb as well. Suddenly, Todd stood up, his hand still pumping his hard cock. Without stopping, he picked up the towel off the pool deck, threw back his head, and came onto the towel. Melanie watched as the creamy white fluid shot from Todd's cock. She came a moment later. Todd sat down again in the water, and then swam another lap before putting his swimsuit back on and getting out of the pool. He grabbed another towel and started to dry himself off. Melanie's eyes lingered on his body, focusing on the still hard cock beneath his swim trunks... Suddenly, the telephone rang. Melanie awoke from her daydream, paddling her raft over to the side of the pool where her cell phone sat on a towel. When she saw the number on the caller ID, she smiled. It was Todd.