I live in a small two-bedroom semi-detached house on the outskirts of Cottingley in West Yorkshire. It was recently built and is highly insulated, so it costs hardly anything, relatively speaking, to heat. When my marriage to Paul ended, I moved in here, it was all I could afford on my low income, and luckily the cost was subsidised by the Government, so, all in all, cheap to buy and run.

The two bedrooms are pretty much the same size, one across the front of the house, and one across the rear, in between is the bathroom and stairs. Downstairs there are also two rooms, the lounge across the front and the kitchen cum diner across the rear. Behind I have a patio and an astro turf garden, no shrubs or plants, easy to maintain. To the front is my parking space, and I have replaced the front lawn with stones, again easy to maintain, and doubles as an extra parking space when needed.

I have the back bedroom, it is quieter, no flashing lights from cars from the street into the bedroom at night as they drive passed. I have a spare bed in the front bedroom for when anyone stays, pretty much the only visitor that would stay there is my son Chris from my marriage to Paul. He kind of alternates between my house and his Dads when he is not at Uni. At the moment he is away and so I don’t get to see him much, but that is okay, he is all grown up now.

My back garden faces the south, so I do get a reasonable amount of sun from Mid-morning until late afternoon, depending on the season of course. I tend to work mornings until around lunch time and so I get the best part of the day to use my garden, and I use it whenever I can. I have an awning that goes across the back of the house, so when it is warm but raining, I can still sit out and enjoy the tranquillity of my garden.

Next door live Pietr and Llana, they originate from Eastern Europe somewhere, Estonia possibly, they did say, but typical me, I wasn’t listening and so I don’t really know. It doesn’t matter anyway; they are here now. On the other side there is just the garden from a house, just because of the bend in the road, and so I am only overlooked by one set of neighbours, and I hardly ever hear or see them.

I had finished work and as it was a warm day, over 20˚C which is warm for West Yorkshire, I decided I would have the afternoon in the garden. In my room I stripped off and put my bikini on, very small and yellow, a lemon yellow, small top and if it were possible, smaller bottoms. I grabbed a towel, some lotion, my iPad and ear buds, sunglasses and went down, dead locking the front door on the way passed.

I jiggled my sun lounger so that it would catch the afternoon sun, that meant I was sort of pointing at next door’s garden rather than straight down my garden. It mattered not to me, even if they would care to watch me, all it would be was an almost naked woman lying in the sun, and I had nothing different to half the population of the world, and half the population of that house.

I lay on the lounger, put my sunglasses on, ear buds in and pressed play on my murder mystery. I had been laying for a few minutes before I decided that the tie to my bikini top was irritating, so I sat up and undid my top and took it off, dropping it onto the astro turf beside me. Topless now, I lay back, closed my eyes and listened to my story. Some birds squawked above me and I opened my eyes to look, automatic reaction I guessed, but nothing to see. Out of the corner of my eye I saw some movement. The windows in our bedrooms are full length, floor to ceiling. God knows what possessed the builders to do that, you basically lose that wall for putting furniture in place, but it is what it is. In my neighbours window stood Pietr looking out, perhaps he had heard the birds, although I doubted it.

What actually held my attention was the fact that Pietr was naked, absolutely stark bollock naked. Oh Hello, I thought. Obviously, he was too far away for me to get a detailed look, but one thing I could tell was that his dick wasn’t a slim Jim, oh no. Perhaps not porn star, but certainly worthy of attention. He looked across and obviously saw me laying on my lounger with my boobs on display and the smallest bikini bottoms just about covering the goods.

He wouldn’t be able to see that I could see him due to my sunglasses covering my eyes. I watched him and his hand went to his dick, and I realised that he was getting hard and was beginning to stroke his dick, his hand moving faster and faster and his dick now pointing up rather than hanging down. Oh, how delicious, my brain told me that it was me that had turned him on, I ignored the fact that he was simply a man, and any half naked woman would probably get him hard.

The view wasn’t brilliant, he was a way away and I couldn’t really get the full details, but it was enough to see the movement and know what he was doing and it kind of turned me on, I knew my fanny was moistening and my breath was catching. Without making it obvious that I could see him, I undid the straps on my bottoms and pulled them off, widening my legs and going for the all over tan.

That should help him I thought, knowing that he could see as little of me as I could of him, and probably he could see less, I mean, all I have on show is my little crease, not a hulking great dick sticking up. I lifted a hand and put it behind my head and let one leg slide off the sun lounger, looking I hoped, as if I were simply relaxed and half asleep, when in reality my fanny was dripping and my eyes were trying to go into binocular mode to get a better view of his dick.

He seemed to dip, his back arched and I realised he was spurting on the window glass, his climax arriving just too soon for my imagination to feed my own arousal, and no way was I going to rub myself. Naked in my garden was one thing, onanism quite another. I closed my eyes and left him to clean up his bedroom window glass, I assumed he wouldn’t leave it there, what would his sister say? I think I dozed off, time certainly passed.

“Cooey, ” a voice called, it was Llana calling through the fence that divides our gardens, I hadn’t been dozing deeply enough to not hear her.

“Oh, High Llana, ” I called back.

“Come round for a drink Mica, ” she said, we can sit in the garden.”

“Oh, er, yes, okay that will be nice, let me just get a wrap on and I will pop round” I replied, obviously I would have to put my bikini back on. I really would need a sarong to cover me in company; my micro bikini was as near to being naked as makes no difference and that was not for West Yorkshire suburbia.

I grabbed my bikini and went into the house and up to my bedroom. I put my bikini back on and took a sarong from my swimwear drawer. Wrapping it around myself I checked in the wardrobe mirror, yes, it covered me up. To be honest it more made me soft focus than covered up, but, well, I was only going next door, it would do.

I put on a pair of sliders, grabbed my phone and front door key and went next door ringing their video doorbell to let Llana know I was there. The door opened and she beckoned me in. Llana was wearing a purple bikini, a little larger than mine, but her bust more than filled it. To be honest my first thought was that she had a boob job, her breasts seemed impossibly round. Oh well, so what. I would probably get one if I could afford it.

“Come in, come in, ” she gushed, “let’s grab a vodka and go in the garden, we have so much catching up to do.”

Oh, vodka, crumbs, but then she was Eastern European, so I guess vodka was more the obvious drink. Me, I had thought Martini, but then I am Western European, our cultures are different.

“Thank you Llana, yes, that would be nice.”

In the kitchen Llana poured two vodkas into high ball glasses from a bottle with undecipherable writing on its label, I bet she didn’t get that from Tesco. I took the proffered glass and followed her and her impossible boobs into the garden. Llana pointed at a sun chair, and she sat in the other. There was a table between the chairs. I took a sip of my vodka and then put the glass down before I sat.

Good grief, that vodka was something else, crikey. I knew it was strong, but it didn’t rip at my throat, it seemed to go down like honey, that was seriously moreish.

“Nice Vodka, ” I said to her, my eyes trying to go to her face and not focus on her orbs.

“Thank you, I shall get you a bottle, it is very nice I think.”

“Oh that is so kind, thank you.”

“You were sunbathing earlier, Pietr said he saw you in the garden.”

“Oh, did he, ” I lied, “well I hope he wasn’t offended; I don’t tend to wear a lot when I am sunbathing, I just do hate tan lines.”

“Ha, no, I doubt he was offended by a pretty woman, no, not at all, he is a man after all, ” she laughed and took a longer draught of her drink, I took another sip, I am most definitely not used to Russian Vodka.

“Well, as long as you are sure, I think in the end I was sunbathing naked, I would so hate to upset anyone, but the sun was so warm, and well, I thought ‘why not?’ and it is my garden.”

“Indeed Tina, if it wasn’t for Pietr I would do it myself, but, well, you know.”

“Ha, well, no, I don’t have any brothers, I just had my Dad when I was growing up.”

“I bet as you became a beautiful woman that your father became much more attentive, he was after all a man also.”

Crumbs she had hit the nail on the head, he had certainly been very attentive.

“Yes, I suppose he did, but I was more interested in popstars than parents, and then eventually I got married and left home, and then I discovered boys, and I learnt that some could and some couldn’t.”

“Could or couldn’t what?” She asked.

“Make me scream, ” I answered, “most boys with big dicks just seemed to think that all they had to do was stick it inside you and you would be happy, bloody idiots, I wonder if they realised that was why most girls only went with them once.”

She hugged her sides with laughter, tears streaming down her face. At that point Pietr came out, he was wearing trunks and sunglasses.

“What’s so funny girls, ” he asked.

“Oh boys and how useless they are, ” Llana replied, her face still full of tears.

“Yes, ” I added, “how they think that all they have to do is stick their dick in a girl and she is transformed with happiness.”

“Ah, yes, luckily girls, I am so much more knowledgeable than that. I use all my assets to ensure complete satisfaction.”

Llana just shook her head, her laughter and tears finally subsiding.

“And what about girls, ” he asked, “many seem to think all they have to do is lay there and let a man do his thing.”

“A good man, ” I said, “would never let that happen, he would use all his, er, assets, to ensure her complete satisfaction before he did his thing.”

“Indeed, ” he said, and I noticed his trunks tenting, was he getting turned on I wondered. Probably, but then, I was a little moist myself.

“I saw you earlier, ” he added, “in the garden.”

“Yes, ” I added, and was about to say more when Llana announced she was going to get more vodka. When she had gone I did say more.

“And I saw you in the bedroom, ” I said.

“I wondered if you had, ” he smiled, no ounce of embarrassment on his face, “perhaps you would have enjoyed a closer view.”

At that point Llana came back with huge glasses of vodka, “here” she said passing me a glass, “now then Pietr are you joining us or leaving us to our own devices?”

“Oh I think I will leave you girls to it, I shall go inside, ” he said turning on his heels and leaving us alone.

“Probably going to watch porn, ” Llana said to his departing back.

“Well, that may be the only relief he gets, ” I said, “you know living with his sister and all.”

She laughed and added, “well he’ll get no relief from me, good grief.”

Did she protest too much I wondered, was that a contrived scenario to put rumours to bed? There were bound to be rumours after all, perhaps that they were not brother and sister, or perhaps that they were and they were doing a Game of Thrones and bonking each other on every available moment. I didn’t care either way to be honest.

We sat and we drank vodka and we laughed at the ineptitude of men in general, it seems she didn’t have a boyfriend at the moment and she also hinted that she wouldn’t be averse to a little girl on girl, something I have dallied with in the past, but if it came down to it, a dick in good hands is better in my fanny than anything a girl can offer, but a girl is way better than an inadequate clumsy man.

I went home somewhat tipsy, the vodka was strong and not something I was used to. I showered, having the water cooler than usual, and letting it cascade over me for longer than usual too. It didn’t really clear my head, and I just had some soup for tea. Sadly not fresh, just from a tin, but it was all I really dare take, I decided I was quite a bit more drunk than I had thought.

I was okay at work the next morning, surprisingly I had no bad head, and the morning flew by and soon I was back at home. As I pulled up on my drive I noticed that Llana’s car wasn’t on their drive, I guessed that they were out. I went in, stripped and put on my micro bikini and took a towel and a flask of cold water out with me and hit the garden. The sun felt hotter than yesterday, and I soon had my bikini top off and was gathering the rays.

Behind my sunglasses I could see Pietr again standing in the long bedroom window, his dick hanging down, big enough to notice even at this distance. I just lay still unmoving, I wanted hm to wonder if I had noticed him, I didn’t want to make it obvious. He could see my boobs, that was enough, I am not going to keep giving him a free show.

As I watched he turned and was gone from the window, I mentally shrugged, let him do what he wants I decided.

“Hello Mica, ” Pietr called over the fence, “enjoying the sun again?”

“Oh, yes, hello Pietr, ” I replied trying to sound as if I had been asleep and not noticing that he was naked in his bedroom window.

“That is good, I am on my own today, Llana has gone to the Shopping Centre at Sheffield, Meadow Hall, I think it is called, she will be gone for hours.”

“Oh, yes, I think it is Meadow hall. A day to yourself without supervision, crikey, what ever will you do?” I laughed.

“I have vodka, would you care to share?”

Oh, okay, that was a pickup line if ever I heard one. Did I? Did I really want to, I supposed I could, and we could see if anything progressed or not. Men were often very forward and then when a woman said yes they were at a loss. I decided, yes, I will say yes and see what he does.

“Yes that would be nice, are you coming here or shall I come to you?”

“Come to me, I shall get out two clean glasses.”

Well, yes, clean glasses would be a requirement. “Give me a minute.”

I picked my bikini top up and put it back on. In the house I ran upstairs and grabbed my sarong, sliders on my feet, phone and door key and I was ready. I pushed the button on their video doorbell and as Pietr answered I realised that if Llana reviewed the footage later, that she would see that I had gone round. Oh well, whilst the cat is away, the mice will go visiting.

“Come in, come in, ” Pietr said as he opened the door. He was just wearing a pair of surf shorts, all flowery and very colourful, and their looseness kind of hiding the goods. My almost sheer sarong didn’t really hide anything, and not that I cared, I am what I am, and you either appreciate it or not, makes no difference to me. I followed him into the kitchen diner and he poured two rather large glasses of vodka.

“Shall we sit inside or outside?” He asked as he passed me a tumbler of knickers remover.

“It’s clouding over, ” I replied, “let’s stay indoors, it can be a bit chilly when the sun goes in.”

I followed him into his lounge. Like me he had a small two-seater sofa and a single armchair. He took the armchair; I sat on the sofa facing him. I took a sip of the vodka, still very nice, and I was quite looking forwards to the bottle that Llana had promised, although I would never be so rude as to ever remind or prompt her. If it arrived, brilliant, if not, then back to overproof rum from the Caribbean.

“You are out most mornings, ” Pietr said, “working I assume.”

“Yes, I work from six until midday, so I go to work before the morning traffic gets bad and come back home before the evening traffic starts. Quite good hours. Not quite a full-time job, but it pays for what I need.”

“And then you can enjoy the garden in the afternoons.”

“Indeed.”

“And I must be honest, I enjoy it when you do.”

I laughed and took another sip, a larger sip, of the rather pleasant Vodka.

“Again I saw you this morning, ” he said, “a very pleasant sight. You do not seem to have a boyfriend, I don’t think I ever see you have any visitors, I am sorry if I intrude.”

“No boyfriend or girlfriend, nope, and no I am not offended, you have no need to apologise.”

“But you are beautiful Mica, you must have men chasing you all the time.”

“Perhaps I do Pietr, but as I am not looking, I never notice them.”

“That is a shame, but you noticed me yesterday I think, and perhaps this morning.”

“But were you chasing? For if you were, then I would not have noticed.”

“And if I were?”

“Pietr, I am a woman, you are a man, a man cannot but help chase a woman.”

“I live here with a woman, she walks around naked, it does nothing for me, it does not gird my loins, but my neighbour, oh, such a beauty, she makes me feel alive just to look at her.”

“She is your sister, I would not expect her to arouse you.”

“And she does not. I know that she is beautiful, her breasts are fulsome, the tops of her legs are the most perfect union, and yet, I feel nothing, I do not become aroused when I see her, she does not appear in my dreams, but my neighbour, oh how she consumes me.”

I could see that he was getting aroused, his swim shorts were tenting, he was feeling sexually passionate.

“And this neighbour?”

“It is you dear Mica, you captivate me, when I see you in the garden I am almost overcome.”

Crumbs, I wondered how much of this was simple flannel.

“And if you could, what would you do with this neighbour?” Well, I had to ask.

“I would take you to my bed of course and be passionate, I would explore your body, explore your secrets, kiss them, taste them, possess them, I would make you scream your delights.”

Well, things had been a little dry recently, on the man front, here was an opportunity perhaps. I stood up.

“Is your bedroom at the front or the rear?” I asked him.

“It is the rear, it is the better room.”

I turned and went out of the lounge and climbed the stairs, pulling my sarong off as I climbed. I trailed it behind me and as I entered the rear bedroom, I draped it across a chair in the corner of the room. I undid my bikini top and placed it on top of the sarong, Pietr walking in as I pushed down my bikini bottoms to add to the pile. Pietr pushed down his shorts, and his dick sprang free looking hard and looking ready, and looking much better close up than through a window.

I backed towards the bed and sat down on the bedding when my legs hit the edge of the mattress, Pietr stood before me and pushed at my décolletage causing me to lay back, Pietr knelt between my legs and leant forwards, his pursed lips blowing gently along my crease, my breath catching in my throat. He was taking his time, this was not a quick thank you ma’am, this was a man that liked to enjoy a woman, and that I liked.

His tongue touched my crease, just its tip, and he very slowly ran it just barely between my lips, a frisson of pleasures flowing from my groin, a finger just touching my fourchette so very lightly, its contact adding to the gasp in my throat. His finger gently ran circles around my fourchette and then softly pressed at my entrance, not entering, simply touching with a little more pressure, my breath held in anticipation.

His tongue delved deeper, pushing into my crease, catching the tops of my inner lips, awakening them, preparing them, they responded by sending more pleasures around my body, tantalising my nipples, tickling my toes, my breath continued to hold. His finger pressed a little harder, my petals parted and I felt the beginning of his penetration, my fanny rippling in anticipation, fanny walls moistening, my breath now an occasional gasp.

His tongue pressed deeper, sliding across my inner lips as if tasting oysters, moistness sliding across moistness, my back began to tighten, my shoulders pressed into the bed, my heels slipped on his bedding, my fingers clutching, holding as he sought and found my nubbin, stabbing, licking, nipping, I gasped.

His finger pressed deeper, a knuckle, and then two, my fanny walls caressing his finger, inviting him to do more, his finger responded by leaving me, my fanny gaping, the air of the room flowing in to the void left behind, and then he filled my void, two fingers, knuckles bumping passed my opening, into my depth, his fingers widening, stretching me, readying me perhaps, enjoying me certainly.

He pulled his fingers back, my entrance clamping, forcing them together, and then he pushed in again, slowly, so very slowly, parting his fingers to stretch me once more, and then slowly retreating again, this time holding his fingers apart at my entrance, the air from the room joining his fingers inside me, still I had said nothing since entering the room, the occasional neanderthal grunting gasp all I had managed.

He withdrew his fingers and pushed hard with his palm across my entrance, and as he removed his hand my fanny fibrulated with the sound of flapping leather and I gasped loudly as he pulled away, covering me, looking me directly into my eyes as his hand reached down and he wiped his dick along my valley and prepared himself. He pushed.

My petals parted, my fourchette retreated, my buttocks contracted and his dick widened me, entering me, slowly pushing into my depth, his rim uncovering as his foreskin rolled back, my opening gripping it hard as it constricted around him. He reached my depth, his balls tapped against my perineum and I felt a pulse inside me as his dick throbbed.

He pulled back, very slowly vacating me, voiding me, hovering between my petals at my entrance. His eyes bored into mine, his hands pressed at his mattress and he pushed in, hard, fast, his skin slapping against mine, my mouth opening and gasping as I felt the jackhammer blow at my depth, my fanny feeling full and stretched to its limit, my mouth open in a perfect circle, facial muscles locked.

He pulled back as quickly as he had penetrated and then he thrust again, another slap echoed around his bedroom, my gasp following it, my breath laboured, my body filled, my pleasures in full flow. My pressures grew, electrics fizzed in my groin, my fingers clutching at his bedding as if seeking to rip it away. Faster and faster he moved, his dick filling and emptying me like the rod on a piston, his eyes unblinking, staring at mine as if daring me to blink, I couldn’t, my face was frozen still.

My pleasures were so intense that I could hardly differentiate them from each flow, my pressures were at a never before reached point and my fingers found his back, finger nails digging into his shoulders as my voice returned as I shrieked and screamed my climax, my orgasm erupting and exploding throughout my body, I was wrecked, and still he pushed in, faster and faster and as I lay there gasping, desperately trying to garner some breath, he gasped and grunted and I felt his ejaculations flood my fanny.

My God, this sex machine lived next door and I hadn’t known, how would I be able to keep away, how often would his sister go out, did I care if his sister was in or out, no, I just wanted his dick as often as possible.

He moved back slightly and his dick slipped from my fanny with a gurgle, his spunk dripped from me, sliding between my buttocks and Pietr lay on his back next to me. There were no words, the deed said everything that needed saying, all I could think of was getting air back in my lungs so that I could live and come back for a repeat.