[NON-FICTION] Legs Next Door

[Vinnie]

This event in my life happened a few years back.
I recently wrote it. No more than 2 months ago.

I never shared this with ANYONE!
I am now..


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My love affair with my neighbor started the minute she moved in. I watched as she and her husband unloaded the back of their truck, drawn by the curiosity of new neighbors but remaining once I saw what a gorgeous woman would soon be sharing the street with me. That first day, she was wearing cut-off jean shorts and a baggy tank top, her dark hair piled up on top of her head and her eyes hidden behind big sunglasses. She saw me watching from the porch and waved, and I waved back. We introduced ourselves: She was Stacy, and I was Vinnie, the same name as her husband. He was an engineer of some sort and she was a stay-at-home mom to her kindergarten-age daughter. I welcomed them both to the neighborhood and headed back to my house.

[Vinnie]

Eventually, I got very good at sensing when Stacy was in the driveway. I would wander past the front door just in time to see her unloading the back of their little SUV of groceries and toting her daughter into the house. She tended to wear short shorts, which told me that she knew just how amazing her legs were. The first time she came over to my house for help, she needed a hand getting a dresser off the back of a truck and into the garage. I was treated to the sight of her bending over to pick up some trash, which was enough of a reward for me.

From my bedroom window, I could look out and see their front yard. Some mornings I would climb out of bed and push the curtain aside, my morning wood tenting my pajamas, and I would rub myself through the cotton as I watched the house and waited for her to make an appearance. More often than not, she stayed inside. But every now and then she would come out for the paper or to get something out of the truck. Those were the only times I ever saw her wearing full, ankle-length pants, but they were thin pajama pants under a robe, so it was just as appealing. A bonus to these early morning sightings was the fact she was barefoot, and I could see her cute little toes as she crossed the dewy lawn.

[Vinnie]

We continued to be friendly, waving to each other when we went to get the mail, until the day she came over and asked me to help her out. Her air conditioning wasn't working, her husband would be at work all night, and her daughter was going to be home from school in a few hours. I didn't know a lot about air conditioners, but it was the hottest summer on record for our state. We broke more than a few long-standing records, and it seemed like every day was setting a new high temperature for that day. I felt I had to do something to help.

I let her come into my house for a glass of ice water so she could cool off a little. Her relief was so great that I felt like a superhero as I looked online for some troubleshooting techniques that might work. She sat on the couch, basking in the cool air, and then looked toward the back of the house. "I don't want to be a pain, but would it be okay if I took a cold shower? I'd be really quick..."

[Vinnie]

"No, it's fine. In fact, I should have offered. Go ahead." I pointed her in the right direction and went back to trying to solve her problem. I figured maybe if I saved the day I would get a kiss on the cheek. I found a few things I wanted to try, so I went down the hall to ask permission to go across the street and try them out. The bathroom door was ajar, and I leaned inside.

[Vinnie]

Her shorts, tank top, and underwear were piled on the floor in front of the sink. The curtain wasn't pulled shut all the way, and I knew that if I tilted my head slightly I could see inside. 'No,' I thought to myself. 'Be a gentleman.' I backed away and went across the street without asking her if I could. I figured if she was naked in my house, the invitation was unspoken.

I let myself in through the side door and went straight for the thermostat. The air was stifling hot, feeling a lot hotter than the 88 on the AC display. I made sure it was off and then went through the master bedroom to the fuse box. I flipped the switch marked "AIR CONDITIONER" to off. I waited a moment and then flipped it back on. I went into the hall, turned the thermostat back on, and found the nearest vent. I put my hand up against it and smiled when I felt cool air blowing through.

My good deed done, I knew I should have gone back over to my house and told Stacy the good news. But I had refrained from peeping on her, I had saved the day... I wanted my reward. I went back into the bedroom, now moving like a thief in the night, and opened the hamper. I dug down near the bottom until I felt the familiar smooth texture of nylon. I pulled the pantyhose out and ran my fingers over the smooth material. I was shaking a bit. It had been a long time since I had gotten a fresh pair.*

I balled them up and stuffed them into the pocket of my shorts. Then I left the house like I was being chased and crossed the street. The shower was off when I got back to my house and I went in search of Stacy. Her clothes were gone from the floor of the bathroom, and my bedroom door was cracked. She was standing at the foot of the bed, her back to me as she looked through my DVDs. Not the safe DVDs with Bruce Willis or Angelina Jolie on the cover. No, these were DVDs she'd had to dig for. She had one of my blue towels wrapped around her midsection and otherwise... she was naked.

The edge of the towel was just below her rear end. It was so cute and adorably round that I knew her husband called it a tushie when they were being romantic. It was quintessentially a tushie, I could tell that even draped by a towel. Her hair was up, and her shoulders were still wet from the shower. I could see the DVD she was holding and recognized the movie from the back of the box. After a moment, I said, "That one's not my favorite."

[Vinnie]

She jumped, I'm sure her feet left the ground but I wasn't looking at them at that moment. She spun and pressed the cases to her chest. Her breasts had always looked decent-size in shirts but now, with just a towel between me and them, they looked better than any supermodel's. She blushed deep red and looked down at the DVDs, knowing she couldn't come up with a decent lie to explain them. "I thought maybe you would have a robe or something I could put on so I wouldn't have to put on those sweaty clothes again. I am so sorry."

"Don't be."

"I invaded your privacy."

I coughed and decided I could ease her discomfort or shift it to me. I pulled the pantyhose from my pocket and displayed them to her. "I guess I couldn't resist the snooping urge, either."

Her eyes widened. First she looked angry, but then she realized she didn't have a leg to stand on. Her anger faded and she rolled her eyes and shrugged. "Looks like we're even, huh?"

"I guess so. Your air conditioner is fixed, by the way. It should take a few hours to get the house back down to tolerable levels, but after that it should be good."

She smiled. "Oh! Thank you so much. You're a life saver."

"If you, um... wanted to stay here until the house was cooler, that would be fine."

She rocked back on her heels and considered the offer. "Um," she said. She looked down at the DVDs. "I'm not sure... um..."

I stepped into the room. "You want to watch one of those?"

She met my eyes. "With you?"

"Or I could go in the other room." The very thought of her masturbating in my bed, to my porn, would be enough to get me off for months. That, plus the sight of her wrapped in my towel, would get me through to the new year. I tried not to look too anxious as she debated the offer. "If you wanted to just go home, I could loan you some of my clothes."

What can I say, I'm a sucker for a woman wearing my clothes.

"No." Her voice was so quiet I almost didn't think I'd heard it. Then she said it louder. "No." She held out the DVDs. "Okay, if this one isn't your favorite, then which one is? I want to watch that one."

I took the cases from her and went to the drawer that held my porn. "What are you into?"

"That's not what I want. I want to watch what you watch."

She was getting more confident, so I took out a Wicked DVD starring Kirsten Price. Stacy looked a lot like her, I realized, and I put the DVD into the player. I turned on the TV, picked up the remote, and held it out to her. "Enjoy."

"No, you're staying. A-aren't you? I want to watch with you."

My mouth was dry and I nodded. "Uh, sure." I stepped past her and closed the bedroom door.......