Neighbour Relations 101
I had recently moved into a quiet suburban neighbourhood on the west end of Ottawa from a rather rural and rustic military based community in Ontario. I had never lived in or near a city in my life so I was wondering how life would be in the “big city” as opposed to a small village of 15,000 (most of whom were either in the military or part of a military family).
As my family and I settled in, I reported to my new unit and began the oh-so-familiar routine of learning new procedures and getting to know my personnel. I woke up, went to work, came home, had dinner, watched some TV with family and then went to bed…the same boring routine.
As the warmer weather approached I started noticing the incredible array of women in my neighbourhood and was starting to like suburbia a little more and more each day. There is a wide variety of families in my little group of houses. Everything from new family units with hot little “yummy mommies” to some sexy older and more experienced women who certainly looked like they could teach me a few things.
I had four specific “entertainment” groups in my immediate vicinity to help me pass the time and watch in all my voyeuristic delight. I’ve always been very turned on by watching people around me and especially my neighbours who don’t always protect their secrecy with heavy blinds and curtains covering their windows and private lives.
Very quickly I noticed a recurring and relatively regular pattern of visual stimulation that I could enjoy on an almost daily basis and most definitely on the weekends.
Living on the end of a four unit townhouse, I only really have one “connected” neighbour to contend with. It took a while to wrap my head around the fact that my neighbour would have certain rights to pass through my back yard into order to gain access to their back yard. I did not relish the thought of having to constantly say “yes, please interrupt the sanctity of my home space”. However, when I finally met my neighbour face-to-face, I found myself waiting with anticipation for any interaction with her (a single lady in her 40s). Especially considering the fact that she was slim, relatively fit, drank quite a bit, and seemed to rarely wear a bra when she was home and out working on her yard or washing her car, etc.
When my wife and I first met our neighbour, I will call her J, she was in the little swatch of grass that constituted her “front yard” working on some flowers. She was wearing a pair of exquisitely tight black yoga pants that were clearly made for someone a few sizes smaller and a somewhat loose white tank top. J was on her knees working in the little garden with her back to us. As she bent over to dig in the dirt the bottom of her tank top lifted away from her pants and I cheered internally when I saw a wonderful little “tramp stamp” just above the wonderful swell of her ass which seemed to point downwards to the delicious treats found below. J had taken the time to roll the top of her yoga pants a few time so as to pull the fabric up tighter and provide me (and my wife) with clear indication that she was wearing a tiny little neon pink thong (the top of which was ever so slightly evident over the top of the tight yoga pants).
I immediately noticed the look of distain on my wife’s face and proceeded with extreme caution when sneaking looks at this wondrous sight before me. J was clearly immersed in her work because she didn’t even hear us until we started talking about what we would be doing with our little patch of front yard. J rose up from her chores and turned around to introduce herself while simultaneously pulling her tank top down so it displayed her beautiful breasts even more clearly and pulled her yoga pants up a little higher (barely possible considering the top had been rolled over a few times) and causing the front seam to slide deliciously into the cleft of her pussy lips and result in one of the most delectable cameltoes I’ve ever witnessed. Thankfully the length of the tank top fell well short of this amazing sight. The yoga pants were stretched so tight that the fabric had become almost translucent and I could clearly see the fabric of her pink thong struggling to contain her meaty labia through the spandex. J then proceeded to remove her gardening gloves and wipe her “dirty” hands on the front of her shirt; basically rubbing her own braless breasts and making her nipples stand out even more prominently than before. She then added to my enjoyment by bending over to wipe some dirt off of her knees and causing her shirt to droop downwards and give me and almost unobstructed view of her amazing assets before standing up and reaching out a hand to say hello to my wife and I.
My wife, took J’s hand in hers, somewhat reluctantly I might add, as introductions were made. When I took J’s hand in mine I felt her loosen her grip somewhat and almost imperceptibly stroke her hand over mine, as though it was a cock she was stroking, before we released our hands. There was a distinctly seductive look in her eyes and after she said “pleased to meet you” she licked her lips as though she was scooping some excess cum from a facial.
We talked with J briefly, but it was very evident that she had been drinking wine, and not a small amount by the way she sometimes slurred her words and stumbled a few times in her yard. J wanted our impression of her little flower garden so she turned around and bent over at the waist to point out each of the flowers and describe them to us. It was a miracle that I didn’t gasp or moan out loud when the spandex of her pants became even more tight and transparent which provided me with an incredibly thorough view of the thong trailing down through her ass cheeks and the spread of her pussy lips with the fabric of her thong and the seam of her yoga pants causing a distinct wedge between them. I wanted nothing more than to shove my wife out of the way, rip those pants down and start licking my way down her thong, over her wonderful asshole and through the cleft of her pouting pussy lips.

However, that was not to be as my wife made up a lame excuse for us to return to our house and remove ourselves from the presence of this “tramp”. J remained bent over and made clear eye contact with me as she said goodbye and “it was a pleasure to meet you”. Emphasis seemed to be placed on the word pleasure when she noticed the distinct bulge in my pants.
Over the course of the summer I saw J on numerous occasions since the beautiful weather brings everyone outdoors and into the sunshine and fresh air. She continually amazed me with numerous outfits designed to elicit outrageously erotic thoughts. As the summer wore on, she exchanged her tight yoga pants for spandex short-shorts which were equally tight and revealing, cut-off jean shorts with the most intriguing rips in them, summer dresses that revealed her bountiful pleasures when the sunshine hit them at just the right angle, and a multitude of bikinis for soaking up the sun in her back yard.
On one particularly sweltering evening (well, it was around 2230 hrs actually), while my spouse was away visiting family for the night, I was feeling a little restless and ventured out onto the deck in my back yard. With the deck raised about two feet off the ground I had an excellent vantage from which to look into J’s living room and kitchen area. Being such a wonderful neighbour, J rarely closed her curtains and never had blinds on her back door, thus providing me with an all but unobstructed view.
I noticed that her bedroom and en-suite bathroom windows were open to let the cooling air into her house and that her blinds were slanted in a way that allowed me to see into her windows. Her TV was on but I couldn’t hear the sound and there was ambient light from the TV illuminating her bedroom and a bit of the bathroom area.
From my vantage point I could only see a triangle section of the top left of the TV but from what I could see, it was clear that J was watching an adult movie in which the man and woman were engaged in a session of providing each other exquisitely erotic oral gratification. As my ears adjusted to the evening sounds I started to make out the guttural moans and groans that would come from such a movie and also heard a distinct buzzing sound accompanying the moans of pleasure. From the amount of the screen that I could see, it became clear to me that the moans and groans were not in sync with the scene on the TV and it was evident that neither the man, nor the woman, were using a vibrating device on each other.
The only plausible deduction was that J had the sound muted, or low enough that only she could hear it, and that it was she who was moaning and groaning while she pleasured herself with an electronic devise devised to deliver delicious pleasure to the user.
I quickly devised a “plan” to make J aware that I was outside and therefore likely to be cognizant of what was going on in the privacy of her bedroom and vagina. I quickly went into my house and donned one of my favourite outfits. Being a huge fan of anything spandex related, I had amassed a few pairs of spandex exercise pants over the years and made sure I retained an exercise regimen to keep my body in physical shape worthy of wearing tight spandex outfits. I have a very athletic build consisting of lean, well-defined muscle without being overly bulky and prone to exchanging muscle for fatty tissue.
I quickly stripped out of my clothes and pulled the tight black spandex pants over my legs and secured the waist and proceeded to fold the top band over itself while pulling the pants tighter over my lean muscles. The result was an almost sheer black spandex encasement of my lower body which tightly hugged every nuance of my muscles and especially my manhood. Every detail of my hardening cock and my hairless balls was clearly evident through the skin-tight fabric and left absolutely nothing to the imagination, including the clear fact that I was circumcised and my large testicles were seemingly full of cum waiting for somewhere to spew it. I slid on a very tight under armour t-shirt that equally hugged my torso and arms providing anyone who saw me with an unobstructed view of my well defined abs, chest, shoulders and arms.
I ran down the stairs and put on a pair of runners and then made my way back out onto the deck to launch my plan to let J know I was outside. I quickly glanced up to make sure she was still immersed in the movie and her self-gratification and noticed that her moans were coming faster (pun intended) and the vibrating sounds were still evident.
I made a point of allowing the patio door to shut with more force than normal and then rummaged through the storage box on the deck (allowing the top to bang against the fence separating our yards). I rummaged through the contents and pulled out the yoga mat my spouse stores in there and was “talking” to myself as I went along.
I glanced quickly up at her window as discreetly as possible, in case she was looking out to see what the commotion was, and saw that the movie was paused and no longer playing. I listened intently and heard the moaning and groaning stop followed by the cessation of the vibrator. I knew instantly that my plan was actually working and J had heard me outside.
I started some music on my cell phone just loud enough for J to hear it but not so loud as to annoy our other neighbours.