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WOOD
THE MOVING TRUCK was a welcome surprise.
For months, Tara watched prospective buyers come and go from the house next door. Couples, singles and families. Some older than her. Some younger. And for months, she hoped for new neighbors.
It wasn’t that she didn’t enjoy the privacy of their remote home. In fact, part of the appeal when they bought the house was its secluded lot, and the fact that it was entirely wooded on one side.
It was simply that Tara sometimes felt alone.
Her husband’s job with the police department kept him away from home for long hours. As commander of the Special Weapons and Tactics team, he frequently got calls outside his scheduled workday. And his 16 years of experience on the force made him an obvious resource for the other officers in the department.
Her four k**s were old enough to have social lives of their own. In fact, Tara could frequently be found driving the streets of her small town with a crowd of c***dren in the car. But even her k**s missed their previous house, which was surrounded by other families, and other k**s to hang out with.
So although Tara was never really alone, she sometimes felt isolated. And even though she had lots of friends, she longed for impromptu visits and adult conversation.
Perhaps this truck would change all that.
She hadn’t yet caught sight of the new neighbors. But she had noticed the bright orange convertible Camaro in the driveway, parked next to two rather large Harley Davidson motorcycles. She speculated on this for a minute: Surely this meant they were younger. And certainly it meant that there would be no new k**s next door.
Tara headed into the house where her k**s were busily doing their own things and announced to them that there was a moving truck in the driveway next door. Immediately all four k**s abandoned their activities in hopes of a glimpse of the new neighbors.
Although there wasn’t anyone in sight, her k**s were quick to notice a foosball table sitting outside the moving truck. Tara had been so wrapped up in the horsepower sitting in the driveway that she had failed to notice it before. Perhaps she had been wrong in her assessment?
She wrangled them back into the house for fear of appearing nosy, all the while assuring them that they could visit later to introduce themselves. She tried to busy herself with chores around the house, but her curiosity got the best of her. She made a show of opening all the blinds in the house, but she couldn’t quite see the house because of the stand of trees that separated the two lots.
Tara manufactured a trip to her husband’s shop, hoping she might catch a glimpse of the new neighbors along the way. She still couldn’t see anything from the shop’s interior, but she discovered that she had a straight shot of the house from behind the shop. She stood under the awning and pretended to be sorting things on the shelves, all the while looking cautiously toward the house next door.
WHAT SHE SAW paralyzed her. She was mortified at the display, but had a hard time tearing herself away.
Seated on the corner of the deck railing, with one leg up on each side rail, was a woman. Her face was raised to the sun, with long dark hair trailing down her back. She was tanned and curvy. And she was completely naked.
Kneeling beneath her at the corner of the deck was a sandy haired man, also completely naked. His tanned body glistening with sweat. And his face buried between her legs.
It was clear from the woman’s reaction that he was good at what he was doing. She was having difficulty sitting still, moving from side to side, and rocking back and forth against his mouth. She began to massage her own breast as she moved fiercely into orgasm. Tara caught herself worrying that the woman would fall off the edge of the railing.
He lingered between her legs a little longer, and then began to work his way up her body. He kissed along her thighs, up to her hips, and continued on to her belly. When he began to tease her breasts, she looked down into his eyes, and Tara suddenly became aware that she was directly in the woman’s line of sight.
She scrambled farther under the awning in order to avoid being seen, but the whole scene was like a car wreck. She knew she shouldn’t be staring, but somehow she couldn’t stop. Tara moved back into view of the couple, and saw the woman standing poised against the deck railing, facing out into the yard. He was behind her, again on his knees. His hands were on her hips, and he was kissing her body from behind. Her thighs. Her hips. Her rounded cheeks. The backs of her knees. The more he kissed, the more she squirmed.
But she wasn’t the only one. Tara found herself inexplicably affected by the scene next door. Her whole body felt warm. Her breathing quickened. And she found herself anxious to see what would happen next.
The man stood and moved his mouth all the way up her back and to her shoulders. As she writhed under his touch, Tara caught sight of his erection glistening in the sunlight. She hadn’t thought to notice before, but now she couldn’t take her eyes off it. As it pressed against her ass cheeks, Tara was strangely anxious to see him enter her. She watched intently as he put his knee between her legs to spread them, and then bent her forward at the waist. And then he placed the tip of his erection between her legs. And then he stopped.
Tara impatiently chided the man under her breath, and then caught herself. How was it possible that she was so personally involved in this scene? Why was she so affected by the sight of these two strangers making love in broad daylight? How was it possible that she was experiencing a level of arousal she had never known?
The man’s sudden thrust inside the woman, and the woman’s resulting shout, jolted Tara suddenly back into awareness. He was pounding his erection into her, and her curvy body was moving in perfect rhythm with his. His hands were clutching greedily into her hips. And suddenly her whole body seemed electrified. She threw her head back and thrust viciously into his erection. Her hands couldn’t seem to find rest, hungrily racing all over her own body. Her orgasm seemed to last forever, and Tara was oddly disappointed when it ended.
But then, as the man laid her down on a beach towel and thrust himself between her legs, Tara found herself eager. As he moved in and out of her, his own body showing signs of orgasm, Tara was transfixed. When he finally climaxed, his body sweaty in the sun, Tara was shocked back to reality.
She had just watched her neighbors have sex. Out in the open. Where anyone could have seen them. Including Tara’s c***dren.
She raced back into the house and called her husband. She left a voicemail asking him to call her as soon as possible. He would know what to do. He had certainly dealt with these kinds of things before.
Her thoughts were interrupted as her husband’s truck appeared in the driveway. She hurried to his truck and started relaying the story before he was even out of the truck. She spoke quietly to avoid being overheard, and became annoyed when her husband smiled midway through the story.
“How can you smile about this?” Tara demanded. “We have c***dren in this house who could have easily seen their antics. You have got to do something about this!”
Sean had seen his wife like this before. She was always looking to right the wrongs in the world, and the world was very black-and-white for her. He knew, though, that she was a reasonable, intelligent woman, so he began to craft his case even as she was speaking.
“You didn’t miss a detail, love. I’m a little bit excited just listening to your story,” Sean teased.
“They were out on the back deck where anyone could see them. Of course I saw everything that happened,” Tara said.
“So where was it that you were standing when you saw them?” Sean asked his wife, with as solemn a look as he could muster.
“Out behind the shop. Under the awning,” Tara answered.
“What were you working on out there?” he questioned.
Tara hadn’t been ready for this line of questioning. Which is exactly why Sean chose it. The best way to reason with Tara was always to use facts. Indisputable facts.
“Well, I was looking for some scrap wood,” she offered.
“What are you making?” Sean asked. He knew she wouldn’t have an answer, and he enjoyed watching his wife realize that she had a role in this melodrama.
“That’s not the point, Sean, and you know it. The point is that they are having sex out in the open. Next door to a family with young c***dren. They could have seen the whole thing!”
“Especially if they were out standing behind the shop, looking for scrap wood for some non-existent project,” Sean joked.
Tara hated it when he did this: he was always making her laugh when she was trying to be serious. She hated it even more when he succeeded.
“Really, Sean?” she demanded. “You don’t see a problem with this? You know the laws better than anyone.”
Tara was right, of course. He did know the law, inside and out. And he knew that this was nothing to be up-in-arms about.
“Listen, sweetheart. I know you are only trying to look out for the k**s. But the neighbors are on the side of their house that isn’t visible from our house. Unless, of course, you’re trying to see.” He couldn’t resist another playful jab.
Tara was annoyed. But she couldn’t really argue. She had gone out of her way to see what they were doing. She had continued watching even after she realized what was going on.
Even with all she had told him, Sean was somehow not bothered by the fact that their new neighbors had a penchant for outdoor, middle-of-the-day, public sex.
How in the world would he react if he knew how she had been affected by it?
THE MOVING TRUCK was a welcome surprise.
For months, Tara watched prospective buyers come and go from the house next door. Couples, singles and families. Some older than her. Some younger. And for months, she hoped for new neighbors.
It wasn’t that she didn’t enjoy the privacy of their remote home. In fact, part of the appeal when they bought the house was its secluded lot, and the fact that it was entirely wooded on one side.
It was simply that Tara sometimes felt alone.
Her husband’s job with the police department kept him away from home for long hours. As commander of the Special Weapons and Tactics team, he frequently got calls outside his scheduled workday. And his 16 years of experience on the force made him an obvious resource for the other officers in the department.
Her four k**s were old enough to have social lives of their own. In fact, Tara could frequently be found driving the streets of her small town with a crowd of c***dren in the car. But even her k**s missed their previous house, which was surrounded by other families, and other k**s to hang out with.
So although Tara was never really alone, she sometimes felt isolated. And even though she had lots of friends, she longed for impromptu visits and adult conversation.
Perhaps this truck would change all that.
She hadn’t yet caught sight of the new neighbors. But she had noticed the bright orange convertible Camaro in the driveway, parked next to two rather large Harley Davidson motorcycles. She speculated on this for a minute: Surely this meant they were younger. And certainly it meant that there would be no new k**s next door.
Tara headed into the house where her k**s were busily doing their own things and announced to them that there was a moving truck in the driveway next door. Immediately all four k**s abandoned their activities in hopes of a glimpse of the new neighbors.
Although there wasn’t anyone in sight, her k**s were quick to notice a foosball table sitting outside the moving truck. Tara had been so wrapped up in the horsepower sitting in the driveway that she had failed to notice it before. Perhaps she had been wrong in her assessment?
She wrangled them back into the house for fear of appearing nosy, all the while assuring them that they could visit later to introduce themselves. She tried to busy herself with chores around the house, but her curiosity got the best of her. She made a show of opening all the blinds in the house, but she couldn’t quite see the house because of the stand of trees that separated the two lots.
Tara manufactured a trip to her husband’s shop, hoping she might catch a glimpse of the new neighbors along the way. She still couldn’t see anything from the shop’s interior, but she discovered that she had a straight shot of the house from behind the shop. She stood under the awning and pretended to be sorting things on the shelves, all the while looking cautiously toward the house next door.
WHAT SHE SAW paralyzed her. She was mortified at the display, but had a hard time tearing herself away.
Seated on the corner of the deck railing, with one leg up on each side rail, was a woman. Her face was raised to the sun, with long dark hair trailing down her back. She was tanned and curvy. And she was completely naked.
Kneeling beneath her at the corner of the deck was a sandy haired man, also completely naked. His tanned body glistening with sweat. And his face buried between her legs.
It was clear from the woman’s reaction that he was good at what he was doing. She was having difficulty sitting still, moving from side to side, and rocking back and forth against his mouth. She began to massage her own breast as she moved fiercely into orgasm. Tara caught herself worrying that the woman would fall off the edge of the railing.
He lingered between her legs a little longer, and then began to work his way up her body. He kissed along her thighs, up to her hips, and continued on to her belly. When he began to tease her breasts, she looked down into his eyes, and Tara suddenly became aware that she was directly in the woman’s line of sight.
She scrambled farther under the awning in order to avoid being seen, but the whole scene was like a car wreck. She knew she shouldn’t be staring, but somehow she couldn’t stop. Tara moved back into view of the couple, and saw the woman standing poised against the deck railing, facing out into the yard. He was behind her, again on his knees. His hands were on her hips, and he was kissing her body from behind. Her thighs. Her hips. Her rounded cheeks. The backs of her knees. The more he kissed, the more she squirmed.
But she wasn’t the only one. Tara found herself inexplicably affected by the scene next door. Her whole body felt warm. Her breathing quickened. And she found herself anxious to see what would happen next.
The man stood and moved his mouth all the way up her back and to her shoulders. As she writhed under his touch, Tara caught sight of his erection glistening in the sunlight. She hadn’t thought to notice before, but now she couldn’t take her eyes off it. As it pressed against her ass cheeks, Tara was strangely anxious to see him enter her. She watched intently as he put his knee between her legs to spread them, and then bent her forward at the waist. And then he placed the tip of his erection between her legs. And then he stopped.
Tara impatiently chided the man under her breath, and then caught herself. How was it possible that she was so personally involved in this scene? Why was she so affected by the sight of these two strangers making love in broad daylight? How was it possible that she was experiencing a level of arousal she had never known?
The man’s sudden thrust inside the woman, and the woman’s resulting shout, jolted Tara suddenly back into awareness. He was pounding his erection into her, and her curvy body was moving in perfect rhythm with his. His hands were clutching greedily into her hips. And suddenly her whole body seemed electrified. She threw her head back and thrust viciously into his erection. Her hands couldn’t seem to find rest, hungrily racing all over her own body. Her orgasm seemed to last forever, and Tara was oddly disappointed when it ended.
But then, as the man laid her down on a beach towel and thrust himself between her legs, Tara found herself eager. As he moved in and out of her, his own body showing signs of orgasm, Tara was transfixed. When he finally climaxed, his body sweaty in the sun, Tara was shocked back to reality.
She had just watched her neighbors have sex. Out in the open. Where anyone could have seen them. Including Tara’s c***dren.
She raced back into the house and called her husband. She left a voicemail asking him to call her as soon as possible. He would know what to do. He had certainly dealt with these kinds of things before.
Her thoughts were interrupted as her husband’s truck appeared in the driveway. She hurried to his truck and started relaying the story before he was even out of the truck. She spoke quietly to avoid being overheard, and became annoyed when her husband smiled midway through the story.
“How can you smile about this?” Tara demanded. “We have c***dren in this house who could have easily seen their antics. You have got to do something about this!”
Sean had seen his wife like this before. She was always looking to right the wrongs in the world, and the world was very black-and-white for her. He knew, though, that she was a reasonable, intelligent woman, so he began to craft his case even as she was speaking.
“You didn’t miss a detail, love. I’m a little bit excited just listening to your story,” Sean teased.
“They were out on the back deck where anyone could see them. Of course I saw everything that happened,” Tara said.
“So where was it that you were standing when you saw them?” Sean asked his wife, with as solemn a look as he could muster.
“Out behind the shop. Under the awning,” Tara answered.
“What were you working on out there?” he questioned.
Tara hadn’t been ready for this line of questioning. Which is exactly why Sean chose it. The best way to reason with Tara was always to use facts. Indisputable facts.
“Well, I was looking for some scrap wood,” she offered.
“What are you making?” Sean asked. He knew she wouldn’t have an answer, and he enjoyed watching his wife realize that she had a role in this melodrama.
“That’s not the point, Sean, and you know it. The point is that they are having sex out in the open. Next door to a family with young c***dren. They could have seen the whole thing!”
“Especially if they were out standing behind the shop, looking for scrap wood for some non-existent project,” Sean joked.
Tara hated it when he did this: he was always making her laugh when she was trying to be serious. She hated it even more when he succeeded.
“Really, Sean?” she demanded. “You don’t see a problem with this? You know the laws better than anyone.”
Tara was right, of course. He did know the law, inside and out. And he knew that this was nothing to be up-in-arms about.
“Listen, sweetheart. I know you are only trying to look out for the k**s. But the neighbors are on the side of their house that isn’t visible from our house. Unless, of course, you’re trying to see.” He couldn’t resist another playful jab.
Tara was annoyed. But she couldn’t really argue. She had gone out of her way to see what they were doing. She had continued watching even after she realized what was going on.
Even with all she had told him, Sean was somehow not bothered by the fact that their new neighbors had a penchant for outdoor, middle-of-the-day, public sex.
How in the world would he react if he knew how she had been affected by it?
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