There Goes The Neighborhood

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It hadn’t been the same up on the mountain since she left. It had been five years now and I was starting to forget her face …finally. It has been pretty quiet too since the Donaldsons left, packed up about nine months ago. They said it was too quiet and secluded, and didn’t want to spend another winter. Hell, that’s why I built my place here. To each his own.  I used to be a photographer, many years ago. Started in fashion, hated it. Then got into music. I loved that, pictures of the best bands and artists. Yeah, like the ones on the walls, I took ’em. Too hard to follow the action anymore. Age tends to win sooner or later. Oh, my God, I have some stories, I  uh .. just can’t seem to remember them that well anymore.Now I take nature pictures: landscapes, animals, weather. Yeah, I know, but it pays the bills and keeps me busy. Well, I probably should have started with this, my name is Xander. In a few days, I will be sixty-one. I have been alone on this mountain for the last nine months and was getting pretty used to having the area all to myself. Then, one afternoon, I saw a new car next door.Next door, I think I forgot to say, is about a hundred yards away, down the mountain. I sit almost at the summit, and with a little help, I could see their whole property up close. Yeah, I know, but like I said, nine months. I was standing on my deck and watching as two young ladies got out of the car and started walking around the house. Wondered if they were moving in. I moved over to my telescope and pulled it away from the sky and looked at the new neighbors.I saw two young women, very nice too. Mid-twenties, I would guess, and fit. One was a tiny girl with short dark hair, very small frame and her companion was slightly taller, long pretty brown hair and a lovely shape. I found myself hoping they were moving in as I saw a moving van starting up their drive. So I guess I had new neighbors. They really didn’t seem the outdoor types but I have been wrong before. I thought the Donaldsons were.I watched them on and off for most of the day as they directed the moving guys to where everything needed to go. I chuckled to myself thinking of a recent porn I had seen about a pair of moving men and the girls they were moving. Maybe I should get my camera, I laughed, thinking to myself.Well, so much for fantasy. The movers left and I had not seen any interaction except for the pointing and shaking of the girls’ heads when they had to repeat themselves almost every time. These guys sure didn’t help my gender in their eyes. I finished making myself a nice plate of fruit and went out to watch the sunset. I had a great view from my deck. It is the top of a mountain after all.I saw the girls outside cooking on the grill. Surprised, I looked over and they were cooking a couple of nice salmon steaks. Yeah, I used my camera. I just looked at my plate and set it down. Stupid doctor, stupid diet, stupid heart. I decided, what the hell, and I lifted my camera and started taking shots as they moved around their deck. After several shots, I started to feel a little like a peeping tom, but they were outside and I could see them with the naked eye. They were just really tiny, so I used my camera, still trying to convince myself it was okay.So, I started looking around the area through the camera and deliberately not pointing it in their direction. Of course, now and then, I did kind of swing the lens past their place, you know, to get to the other side of the mountain, not to just keep looking at them. I snapped a few shots of the valley before me, knowing I had thousands of pictures of it, but this also helped me feel like I was not really just looking at my new neighbors.I heard a sharp ‘crack’ sound in the air and whipped around to point the camera almanbahis at the girls. The short-haired girl seemed upset and had, I assume, slapped the grill with that big metal spatula she had in her hands, and that was the ‘crack’ I heard. They were having a rather animated conversation, with flailing arms and raised voices. The one with the shorter hair went into the house, sliding the patio doors closed behind her. Her friend sat on the porch in a nice deck chair after turning off the grill.Realizing I was just staring, I dropped the lens and pointed the camera away. I felt bad that I had turned this into a voyeuristic episode and went inside to fix something for dinner with some damn red meat in it. Stupid doctor. I couldn’t stop thinking about the new neighbors, wondering what their story was. I started thinking that the mountain might get a little less private with two young women out here in nowhere land. Guys up all the time. I could already hear the parties. This was gonna suck. So much for a nice quiet summer. Finishing my new supper, I went back out to the deck and saw the girls again. The one with the short hair had come back outside and she was standing next to the large deck chair and the mood seemed to have softened.Thinking they were in the process of making up, I settled into my own chair and relaxed. Looking back their way, I saw the one standing kneel beside the other and they wrapped their arms around each other, kissing and hugging. It looked so sweet and then the mood changed a little and their embrace tightened. The kiss became almost urgent as hands begin to explore each other’s bodies. Before I know it, they were sharing the deck chair, in a passionate embrace. Perhaps the parties might not be too bad.The girls got up and went into the house. When they did, my show was over. I really felt weird even thinking about watching them inside their home. I do have some standards. I poured a little self-medication and sat back to enjoy the night sky that was fast approaching,  obviously drifting off before I had moved into the house to sleep.Bright and early I was gently nudged back to life by the sun, a huge fiery ball in the sky that threatened to fry me to a crisp before I even woke up. As I get off the deck chair all I could think about was juice. I headed into the house, looking back just before I entered, to see if there was any life over at the neighbors.For the next three days, I didn’t see any sign of them. Well, except that the collection of boxes and crates left on the deck and in the driveway by the movers was slowly disappearing. Things slipped back into my regular routine over the next few days and on the evening of the third night, I again found myself in that deck chair, doing shots of tequila with my memories. I wasn’t even sure when the light in me finally flickered out and I dozed off.  Blinded first thing in the morning, I was again reminded that I had to leave a pair of sunglasses out here by the pool, for that very reason. Covering my eyes, I made my way into the house, picking up a pair of shades as I passed the desk. Moving in to grab some orange juice, I remembered that this time last week I would have been adding a little vodka to that orange juice. Damn doctor. I moved back through the house headed to the deck and pool, thinking I could put a small refrigerator out on the deck so I would have someplace to put the sunglasses. Then I wouldn’t have to go back inside every morning, at least not right away.As I got back out to the deck chair and settled my glass onto the little table and my ass back into the chair, I noticed that the short-haired girl was busy in the garden, just starting to dig. Damn, first day outside, she must really want that garden. Her roommate was walking almanbahis yeni giriş down the path to the garden carrying a serving tray. The tray appeared to be holding two glasses and a bowl. I thought to myself, I need to be accurate and pick up the camera, just to see closer to be sure.When the girl with the tray got to the short-haired girl they sat and sipped from the glasses which, thanks to the camera lens, appeared to be stemware. I assumed they contained a little morning wine. I watched as they talked, yet kept reminding myself they were sitting outside, this wasn’t creepy, they would understand. At that moment, the gardener moved closer to her friend and slid her hand tenderly around her breast as she leaned in for a kiss. I believe I had hit on the secret of why there would be no visiting male friends. I looked through the lens and watched as she nibbled on her lips, her hands starting to caress her friend. They lay back in the garden as the short-haired girl continued to caress her lover.I realized I had my camera pointed their way and a thought crept into my mind, all about long-distance pictures and such. Suddenly, it felt like it was too much of a temptation. So I decided to do the right thing. I couldn’t stop thinking of how upset they would be if some pictures found their way to the internet. I put down the camera and smiled at the thought.Then I picked up the telescope and focused in on the couple. What?? Less temptation. I mean, I didn’t feel bad about looking, just taking pictures and I am weak.By the time I got the telescope lined up and focused, I was watching bras slide off, then hands and lips all over each of them. The small girl really started to take the lead as she moved on top and took her friend’s nipples in her mouth. Then she moved up and over her. They started to clinch and roll together in the garden dirt. The long-haired girl got on top and slowly pulled off her lover’s shorts and then her panties. I again got that odd feeling and swung the telescope away.Looking away from their place I noticed movement at the house on the other side of me. I focused the telescope and there was someone on the back deck of the house. This was odd because it was the summer home of an elderly couple and I had not seen them in some time. The place had been empty, but I saw someone in the chaise lounge near the pool. I noticed a small table on its side next to the lounger, a glass and bowl spilled on the deck and the person in the chair … was looking through a pair of binoculars toward the new neighbors and …OMG, she was looking at the new neighbors. Then I noticed she was naked and masturbating.This was unbelievable. I was sitting on my deck, watching my neighbor watch and masturbate to my other neighbors who were ….. looking back to the spot in the garden…yep, very involved in what I was sure was a lovely tasting dessert for both of them. I almost dropped my telescope at the absurdity of it all but was at the same time thrilled that I had such interesting neighbors.I am not gonna lie to you; I spent the next half hour…. yeah, I said half hour, swinging my scope back and forth between the two spots, almost like watching a tennis match. The back-and-forth did get very distracting but I can happily say that all parties arrived at their destinations–with great exuberance, I might add.It was at that moment that I decided I had to meet my new neighbors and find out who was in the Coopers’ place as well. I just needed to get a few things together and I could make it happen. Who knew what could happen; at the least, I was sure it would be a very interesting evening. I imagined a night of drinks and appetizers; who knew where it would go.I turned back to watch and I saw the girls walking almanbahis giriş toward their house, naked, arm in arm. Quickly I looked over for the new player in this neighborhood drama just in time to see her setting up the little table and carrying the things from the deck back inside, also naked. I thought to myself, ‘There goes the neighborhood.’ If I played it right at least.The next day I set in motion the plans I lay awake thinking of the night before. I handwrote a pair of invitations for a neighborhood cookout on my deck. A pool party, if you will. I didn’t bring up that there were only two households that would receive the invitations, but how did they know how many I sent out?I did notice as I was preparing for the meeting that, during the week, none of my new neighbors seemed to be home until rather late. So I decided that during the week would not be a good time to set up the little get-together. That meant I had to shoot for the second weekend they were there.I left the invites in their respective mailboxes and waited. Going about my everyday routines, I heard nothing all week from either house. Sometimes, late in the evening, I would get a nice show from the solo neighbor as she would swim late almost every night. To my delight, she didn’t seem to like traditional swimwear and just took the plunge au natural. Unfortunately, she also didn’t seem to need much lighting around the pool so it was mostly a lovely silhouette, leaving my imagination to work overtime.  I had not seen the couple all week, except as they were coming and going. There were a few times they were in the garden during the evening but nothing like that first time. They had mostly stayed inside with the curtains closed of course, leaving my imagination to run rampant. It does that a lot. I went to bed Friday night wondering if I would ever hear from anyone and first thing Saturday, somewhere around the crack of noon, I checked the mail and had two RSVPs. Tonight was the night and I had about eight hours to go.I was already prepared and had some appetizers ready: stuffed mushrooms, mini meatballs, veggies from my garden, a very nice selection of wines. I had been producing my own beers and wines for some time. There was also a nice selection of cheese. What can I say, I read a lot on Pinterest. There was some nice smooth jazz in the air and the music filled my home and spilled out across the pool. I was ready.It was 7:59 pm when the bell rang, letting me know they were here. I opened the door and I swear to God, I thought I had died and gone to heaven. Standing, framed in my door, was as a pair of angels. I, of course, was my very suave self-assured self and out of my mouth sprang the perfect greeting.”I … uh. I mean you are … uh … hi, I am uh … uh …crap, sorry. I am Xander and it is wonderful to meet you. Welcome to my home.” I swung the door open.There in front of me were two lovely young ladies. At the door, I met Cara first. Her hair was plaited down her back and light brown with a lighter burst toward the ends. Cara was wearing a blue and white striped skirt that left so very little to the imagination. Not everyone could have worn an outfit like that, but she carried it off beautifully. She looked stylish, sophisticated and sexy; she’s a very beautiful woman. Her eyes were amazing, a light blue, like a beautiful mountain sky early in the morning as the colors fade to that stunning blue. They were the type of eyes that pull you in as soon as you see them. Her smile was a precious gift. The clothes clung to her curves perfectly; It was easy to tell she worked out. She moved around the house elegantly and made a conscious effort to maintain her dignity in such a short skirt. Her body was toned, slim and elegant. I could imagine her long brown hair flowing down her back between her shoulder blades, just after it was released from its current binding. I also liked the light blue polish on her nails, yet it failed to even compete with the blue in her eyes.

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