Message-ID: <8512eli$9802152355@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: "Mr. Maquido" Subject: Through the Fence (voy, mast, MF) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Content-Type: text/plain Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <19980215224923.29191.qmail@hotmail.com> Neighbors - Story 1 "Neighbors" is a series about two couples; the Coles, Tom and Alice, and Alan and Debra Fielder. They live in Travis Springs, a small community just outside of Houston. The houses of the two couples share a common back fence. They have been friends for over eight years. Tom Cole is an architect and Alice is a design artist who does free-lance interior design. Alan works for Production Management Inc., a company that is involved in all sorts of productions. The company produces trade shows, concerts, corporate activities, etc., all sorts of events. His wife, Debra is a successful real estate agent. The two couples have combined their talents to build and sell a few houses and some small apartment and office buildings. They have been very successful and made quiet a bit of money doing that in the name of their company, "Back Fence Developments." By way of introduction: Tom and Alice Cole met at the small college they attended in West Virginia. They are both from small towns and are considered by their friends to live a sheltered and conservative life style. The Fielders met in the course of their professions at a real estate oriented convention organized by Alan's firm. They are both from big cities and are more gregarious than the Coles. A lot of their mutual friends wonder how the couples have remained so close when the couples' personalities are so different. "Neighbors" is a project of the Electronic Erotic Network. "Through The Fence" is the first story in the series. THROUGH THE FENCE Alan Fielding hurried home from the airport. He had been on a job in Chicago, but it was going so smoothly that he was able to leave a day early. His wife was not at home and he rushed up stairs to shower and change. He wanted to get out of the house before she came home. She wasn't expecting him and he planned to just leave her a note saying he had gone to the health club to unwind. He was hoping that Barbara, a new member of the health club, would be at her usual Thursday afternoon workout. He didn't even know Barbara's last name, but he had learned to enjoy watching her work out. Alan really enjoyed looking at women and Barbara worked out in skintight body suits that clung to her like a second skin. And, she never wore tights. Her legs were always bare to where the body suit clung to her curves. He always tried to subtly position himself so that he could watch her as she worked out. He often got so turned on he masturbated in the club's shower. He quickly showered and changed into a pair of loose fitting jogging shorts and a T-shirt. He was putting workout clothes into his gym bag when he glanced out the back window and noticed Alice Cole sunbathing in her back yard. He did a double take. Alice was wearing a black bikini. He had never seen her in something that skimpy. Before that morning, Alice had never even owned a bathing suit as daring as the one she was wearing. The summer before she and her husband had taken a day cruise on a sailboat with the Fielders. At one point Debra had removed her cover-up to disclose a very small bikini. She had stretched out on the foredeck. Alice, in a one-piece bathing suit, noticed the attention that Debra received and had wished that she had been so daring. She did not consider herself a prude; she liked to imagine herself as someone as daringly sexy as her friend Debra. All of that was brought to Alice's mind that morning. She reviewed a design job. A developer of a trendy shopping area in downtown Houston had recently purchased another block of buildings for development. New shops and restaurants would soon displace the few current tenants. Alice was doing some of the interior design work. One of the buildings was an old movie theatre that had lost out as movie houses converted to multi- screen, mall based theatres. The State Theatre had been a grand theatre in the fifties, but currently showed porno movies. The developer intended to restore its nostalgic class and have it show first- run, non-mainstream films. Alice would be doing the interior design of the re-done theatre and had been given a tour of the lobby by a somewhat embarrassed representative of the developer. "We'll come back another time when there isn't a movie being shown," he told her. A couple of times the theatre doors open as men came out to leave or use the rest room. When the doors opened she could hear the sound of the exaggerated sex being performed on the screen. It intrigued her, she had never seen a porno film and was halfway sorry that she couldn't take a peek at the screen. What did they actually show, she wondered? What did the people look like? Did the women enjoy all the sex? Those thoughts were on her mind as she walked through the nice shops just a block over. Maybe that's why the bathing suit caught her eye. She was thinking about how inexperienced she was about all the sexy things about life when she saw the rack of skimpy bikinis. They made her remember Debra's unashamed exposure on the sailboat and she decided to buy one of the suits. She could at least try it out in her back yard where nobody could see her. She bought one. Back at home she tried it on and looked at herself in the mirror. She had to admit that her body looked pretty good. She turned and examined herself and the way the bathing suit emphasized her body in a tantalizing way. Her breasts moved invitingly in the skimpy top and her nipples were clearly outlined. The thin black triangle of material between her legs could not be stretched enough to cover all her pubic hair. She would have to shave more than she ever had if she was going to wear the suit in public. Boy, she thought, wouldn't it be something to wear it like this. She moved her legs a little further apart. Dark black curls were visible on either side of the crotch of the bathing suit. She smiled at how daring she was being in the privacy of her bedroom. Yep, that would cause a double take or two on the beach. She turned and looked at her rear. Her buttocks were exposed way up the sides. She tugged the suit down until it just barely covered the top of the crack between her buttocks. Or how about this, she thought, as she slid it down a little lower, revealing about an inch of the shadowed cleft between her cheeks. They'd like that. She moved it lower until the bottom of the bathing suit was about halfway down her rear. Boy, wouldn't that be something, sunbathing or walking the beach exposed like that. She felt the first stirring of arousal and pulled the suit back up, laughing at herself. Looking in the mirror she realized one thing for sure, she would need to even out her suntan. She'd do it. She'd wear her new bathing suit to sunbathe in the back yard. The Fielders were the only ones that could look down into the yard and they were both gone. Alan Fielder continued to look down at Alice. He'd always appreciated her beauty, her dark brunette hair and dark brown eyes. He knew she had a nice looking body, but it was terrifically exciting to see shy Alice, who he knew so well, laying there in that skimpy bikini, exposing that body in ways he'd never seen. It was an unexpected opportunity that carried with it the added excitement of being a previously forbidden experience. He wondered if she had ever done this before and whether he'd just missed seeing her. He absent-mindedly rubbed his growing erection. He wanted a closer look. She was on a lounge chair, on her stomach with her feet toward the fence and toward his storage shed. His storage shed was built against the back fence. He knew he could stand in the shed and look through a knothole into the Coles' back yard. He'd done that before, just checking to see if he could catch a glimpse of Alice through the windows. He never had. He went downstairs and made his way quietly across the back yard and into his storage shed, very carefully closing the door behind him. Alice was daydreaming about sunning on the beach in a bikini with other people around. It was an exciting thought. Of course she'd seen other women that undid their tops to sunbathe, but it was something she'd never imagined having the courage to do. But, hey, this was her back yard and she was at least pretending to be daring. She laughed a little at herself as she raised up, reached behind her back and undid the tiny strap that held the top. Alan was watching. He had only the briefest glimpse of the side of one breast as she undid her top, but it was more titillating to him than if he'd found her completely naked. He pulled his shorts down and wrapped a hand around his stiff cock. He moved his hand, sliding the skin of his penis back and forth against the rigid muscle underneath. She lay her head with her cheek on her folded arms. Her breasts were pressed beneath her swelling from her sides in tantalizing curves. The bottoms of the bikini were so high on her hips that Alan could enjoy the concave indention in each cheek that was defined by the obvious firmness of her buttocks. He squeezed himself a little harder, heightening the sensation of his long, slow strokes. Alice had no idea that she was being watched, but she was thinking about it. It was exciting to her, thinking about someone seeing her dressed in only the briefest of bikini bottoms. She fantasized being on the beach being watched. In her fantasy she slept and in her sleep, her legs parted slightly. She smiled to herself as she parted her legs slightly. The fantasy she was engaged in caused her to slowly move her hips in a circular motion in response to the tingling pressure of arousal she felt in her groin. Alice had no idea that she was being watched, but she was thinking about it. It was exciting to her, thinking about someone seeing her dressed in only the briefest of bikini bottoms. She fantasized being on the beach being watched. In her fantasy she slept and in her sleep, her legs parted slightly. She smiled to herself as she parted her legs slightly. The fantasy she was engaged in caused her to slowly move her hips in a circular motion in response to the tingling pressure of arousal she felt in her groin. Alan breathed in sharply. Geesh, he thought, it's almost looks like Alice knew he was there and was putting on a show. That thought made him even hornier. He slowed down the movement of his hand on his cock. He wanted to savor the experience without coming too quick. Alice raised her head to look around. He stopped stroking, afraid to make the slightest noise. But the sight her nipple made him start rubbing himself again. The darker skin of her nipple was in sharp contrast to the lighter skin of her breast. The most exciting thing to Alan was that the nipple was swollen. He started to think that maybe Alice was turned on. He would have given anything to know what was going on in her mind. She was enjoying the free ranging fantasy in her mind. She had raised up and glanced down. There was no guessing on her part, she knew she was aroused and that the swollen hardness of her nipples were a direct result. The slight breeze blowing across her nipple stimulated her even more. In her fantasy she was no longer innocent in her exposure to the eyes of strangers. She was putting on a show. She was teasing the men who watched her. She spread her legs even further apart until her ankles were a couple of feet apart. She thought about the hair she had seen in the mirror and wondered what it would look like to someone behind her. She reached back and trailed a finger between her legs along the edge of the bathing suit. She could feel the silky hair that crept from beneath the suit. She smiled at the thought of what it must look like. When she spread her legs wider, Alan almost came. He stared intently between her legs and could see the dark hair that the suit could not hide. It curled from underneath in swirls that disappeared high up between her cheeks. He wondered for a second if she had any idea what it looked like and then, Alice; sweet, shy, innocent, sexy Alice; reached back and felt herself. It was all he could do to remove his hand from his twitching cock, but he had to in order to keep from coming. The only person more surprised at Alice's actions than Alan was Alice herself. She was real excited by now. She knew that if she were to touch herself, she would be wet. How exciting it would be to be somewhere where she was a complete stranger to everybody and do this for real. She wondered how women could wear such revealing bathing suits and not be in a constant state of arousal. Especially those thongs that consisted of nothing more in the back than a strip of fabric so narrow it was lost in the cracks of the ladies that wore them. Would she ever have the courage to wear such a garment? She looked around, and confidant that no one could see her, she pulled the bottom of her bathing suit between her cheeks. She clenched her buttocks at the unusual way it felt, stimulating in a new and exciting way. Alan knew he wouldn't last for long. He could sense an orgasm growing and knew that with only a minimal amount of manual stimulation he would be coming. Debra Fielder looked down with as much surprise as her husband had at the sight of Alice Cole almost naked in her back yard. Debra had called her husband's hotel, found out he had checked out early and came home to see if he had made it back. His car was in the driveway, but Alan was nowhere to be found. She'd gone upstairs to look for him and, looking out the window noticed an Alice that she'd never seen before. Alice was laying out in bright sunlight without a top on and with the bottom of her bathing suit pulled so tight into the crack of her rear that she looked naked. Suddenly, Debra realized where to find her husband. Alice, lost in her fantasy of exhibitionism, spread her legs wider, dropping them over each side of her lounge. There was no doubt in Alan's mind that this was more than sun bathing on the part of his neighbor. He wasn't sure what it was exactly, but he liked it. He liked it a lot. With her legs that far apart he could see more hair at the sides of the bathing suit. He could see her buttocks curve between her legs to where they flattened out, framing her sex. He was so intent on the vision through the fence that he did not hear the door of the storage shed open. But he noticed the flash of light and spun around. He stood there in maximum embarrassment, his shorts around his ankles; his turgid cock still grasped in one hand. Debra held a finger to her lips to keep him from making any noise. She had a gleeful smile. She moved to his side and looked through the knothole. She understood that her husband liked seeing good-looking women. She wondered whether Alan and Alice were playing a game with each other, but if so, at least a fence separated them. Alan started to pull up his shorts, but she put a restraining hand on his arm. Getting close she whispered in his ear, "Does she know you're here?" "No, of course not." She looked back through the fence. Damn, what was up with Alice? She'd never seen her friend like this. Debra put her mouth back close to her husband's ear. "It's okay. Enjoy yourself." Debra and her husband had often enjoyed mutual masturbation. At times, while traveling, she would masturbate while he drove, or she would masturbate him. Debra enjoyed sex and was turned on by the situation with her husband and their neighbor into which she'd stumbled. "In fact," she whispered, "let me help while you look at her." Debra sat on the cool concrete floor, pulled off his shorts, and moved between her husband's legs. Alan blew her a kiss and moved to keep an eye on Alice. His cock was harder than ever. He saw Alice raise her bottom, arching her back. Debra took his cock in her hand. The coolness of her hand as it wrapped around his heated cock almost made him moan out loud. Alice continued to fantasize about exposing herself to the appreciative view of others. Daringly, she reached underneath herself and pulled her bathing suit even tighter into the folds of her body. It moved between the lips of her sex and she felt herself, imagining what it must look like. Alan could have told her. Her labia were clearly visible on either side of the bathing suit. She clenched her buttocks and Alan could imagine that the bathing suit was not even there and that he was seeing her fully naked and exposed. He leaned against the wall, his knees weakened by the touch of his wife's tongue to the tip of his cock. He looked down and, as always, took great pleasure at the sight of his wife's beautiful blonde hair and face as she held just the tip of his cock in her mouth, her hand gently stroking the length of him. Debra was sitting back on her heels, her skirt riding up her legs. She knew that her husband was close to coming. She paused for a moment to remove her panties. Returning her attention to her husband she could stroke herself. Her finger moved between the lips of her sex. With just two or three strokes, she felt the wetness between her legs increasing. Pushing a finger deeper into herself, she spread some of her slick, wetness to her clitoris, so that she could stimulate herself comfortably. Alan returned to watching Alice, allowing his wife to take care of his sexual pleasure. Alice had a hand between her legs, gently tracing along the lips of her vagina. She ran one finger along the fabric that was bunched and twisted between the folds of her body. It seemed to vibrate against her and she rotated her hips and pressed harder against her hand. Alan did not miss the movements she made. His hips moved slightly to the same rhythm he was observing. Debra felt him move and let him press deeper into her mouth, knowing that at this point he could control the timing of his orgasm better than she could. She increased the pressure and movement between her legs, wanting to reach an orgasm more quickly than usual. She could sense the coming orgasm of her husband and she did not want to be too far behind. It was exciting to her to be between her husband's legs while he watched their sexy neighbor. Her wetness had spread under the ministrations of her hand. It cooled her thighs. She squeezed her buttocks trying to feel its slickness between them. Her mouth moved back and forth on Alan's cock. Her free hand cupped his balls. She enjoyed the sensation of his hardness in her mouth and the soft weight of his testicles in her hand. Alice rubbed harder, pressing her bathing suit further into her body. Her clitoris was pressed directly against the fabric. She hunched her bottom higher, locking her ankles around the legs of the chair for leverage. She moved her nipples across the course material of the lounge chair. She was no longer fantasizing, she was enjoying reality. She pressed a finger inside herself. Alan watched Alice's finger disappear between her spread legs and he felt a tremor in his body that signaled he was about to come. Debra felt her husband's cock swell in her mouth and the sensation and thought of what was going on caused hollowness in her belly that indicated she would soon be coming. Alice came as she pressed her finger into herself and moved in a way that caused her clit to rub the fabric of her bikini. She trembled as the waves of her orgasm coursed from her groin to the tips of her fingers and toes. She pressed down on her fingers, seeking to extend the orgasmic sensations. As her orgasm receded she pulled her hand from between her legs. Alan did not miss her orgasm. He could tell that she was coming and his movements increased. His wife's mouth and tongue had him on edge. When Alice pulled her hand from between her legs, she rested it on the side of the chair. He could see the shiny wetness from where her fingers had been inside her. That sight was all it took. As he started to come his wife moved her hand to press flat against his buttocks, pulling him deeper into her mouth. His cock swelled even more as his sperm burst into her mouth. Everything combined caused Debra to come, her fingers rubbing vigorously against her clit. Her husband smiled at her, took her fingers in his hand and pressed them into his mouth to taste her. By the time they looked back through the fence, Alice was just going into the house. She had tugged the bikini bottoms back into place, but her breasts remained uncovered. "Wow," Debra said. Debra and Alan quietly went back into their house. Later, each would replay the afternoon in their mind while making love in their bed. 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