Jim was a nice guy, a really cool guy and much older than me. I had dated a few guys at the college, but none of them really peeked my interest like Jim. I am twenty-three and Jim is in his late thirties.
Jim and his wife, Mandy, lived next door and as far as I knew, they were a happily married couple. I saw him going out with his wife many times and I was pretty sure he was happy with her because he was always opening her car door for her and walking hand-in-hand with her whenever they parked curbside in front of their house.
Our houses are separated by a wooden privacy fence since our houses are situated within ten feet of each other. I was washing dishes a while back when I gazed out the kitchen window and straight into Jim and Mandy’s house through their dining room window. They had window blinds, as did I, but the blinds were open. To my stark surprise, I saw Jim walking completed naked through his living room. I quickly averted my eyes, just in case he happened to look up and realize he had a peeper looking at him.
I made a mental note to make sure I was well covered in case he could see into my house.
Several weeks went by and the same thing happened a second time. I was pretty sure he didn’t realize he was providing me a free show. I felt like I needed to tell him. But how?
I could probably tell his wife, but I thought that might cause a problem for him. I thought about putting up a rating sign, like a 10 in my window, but then I wasn’t for sure if he would see it or that’d he’d even connect the dots at to the meaning. OK, maybe he is a 9.5.
I waited for Jim to head out to his mailbox, where I was sure I could catch him and let him know about his accidental flashes. A couple of weeks went by and the opportunity never presented itself for me to see or talk with Jim. Secretly, I didn’t mind, because Jim was a hunk and it was obvious that he took a great deal of pride in his physique, plus he was well endowed.
One day, while I was standing by the sink, washing dishes, I looked up and saw Jim waving at me. I waved back. I made a hand motion for him to call me. He placed his hands in the palm-upwards position. Dummy me. He didn’t know my phone number. I hand-signed my phone number to him with my fingers.
A few moments later my cell phone buzzed and I picked it up.
“Hey you,” I casually answered.
“Hi,” replied. “What’s up?”
“Cleaning the house?” he asked.
“Doing the dishes,” I replied.
“Did you know we can see right into each other’s house?” I asked.
“Yeah,” he replied. “It just registered with me. I probably need to learn to put on some clothes from time to time.”
I laughed.
“That might not be a bad idea,” I replied.
“I’m sorry,” Jim replied, “I didn’t realize . . ..”
His voice trailed off.
“Oh, that’s OK,” I responded. “I tend to forget myself from time to time.”
“Well . . . text me next time there is show and I’ll be sure to throw some dollars your way,” Jim responded.
I laughed.
“I’m an expensive show,” I replied. “I only take hundreds.”
“I’ll save up and keep that in mind,” Jim replied.
“Does your wife know you parade around the house naked?” I asked.
“Oh hell no,” Jim responded. “She’d be beside herself. I really didn’t know I was being that showy. Thanks for telling me.”
Jim was not a bad looking guy. I wanted to tell him to bring the show to my place.
“Oh, I don’t mind, too much,” I replied. “You’re a good looking guy and easy on the eyes.”
Jim laughed.
“Well my show fees are considerably less than yours, so if you ever in the mood, just hit me up or text me,” Jim joked, “I could sure use the extra money.”
“I’ll keep that in mind,” I laughingly replied.
“And if you need help with anything around your house, just let me know,” Jim intoned.
“Thanks,” I replied. I waved and he waved back.
“Later,” he said.
“Later,” I replied.
We both waved at each other. I closed the Venetian blinds and sauntered into the living room. It was a Friday and I was happy to be home. No evening school was a good thing. I poured myself a glass of wine and settled down to finish off a romance novel that I had started.
It was about nine at night and I decided to take a break. I couldn’t get Jim off my mind. I peeked through my Venetian blinds towards Jim and Mandy’s house. Their blinds were closed, but I could see a sliver of light through a crack and figured they were still up.
The wine and my romance novel had me in an amorous and risqué mood. I slipped off my slacks and unbuttoned my button down shirt. I cranked up the stereo. I turned off the lights except for one lamp in the living room.
I thought about Jim again. I looked at my cell phone.
“What the heck?” I thought to myself. “I’m in a good mood, I might as well put him in a good mood as well.”
I texted Jim’s number.
“Show starts in 3…2…1…right now.”
I opened my blinds and walked over to the far wall of my kitchen, where I stood with my shirt unbuttoned and clad only in a black thong. I leaned against the wall sipping on my red wine. A few seconds later and I saw one of the slats in Jim’s window open and a set of eyes looking my direction.
I turned and walked into my living room and sat down on a bar stool.
“Where did you go?” came the return text.
“I had to go pee,” I replied.
“Well come back,” Jim texted.
I slipped back into my kitchen and stood against the wall, sipping on my wine.
“Nice,” Jim texted.
“Sweet dreams,” I texted back, as I walked to my window and closed the blinds.
“Don’t leave me now,” Jim texted.
“I have to go,” I replied.
I was so turned on by my little show, that I had to dig out my favorite little toy and take care of business.
The next day, I decided that I wanted to take things to another level. I wasn’t sure how Jim might react, but based upon his responses to the first show, I was pretty sure his response would be favorable. I picked out a very sheer teddy I had been saving for a special guy- a special guy that never materialized.
It showed off a little more than I suspected was appropriate, but a glass of wine took care of any inhibitions I may have had.
At 9pm, I opened my blinds and stood against the far wall of my kitchen, my glass of wine in hand, the teddy barely covering my breasts and my other private parts. I was nervous as I texted Jim’s phone.
“Show in 3…2…1…”
I waited for him to peek out his window. I saw the blinds move in the window across the small expanse between our houses.
“OMG!” Jim texted.
I slid my hand into my panties and took a photo of myself.
“Stop that!” Jim texted.
I looked at my cell phone and texted back, “My plumbing needs work, LOL!”
Jim texted back,
“I’ll be right over.”
Oh crap . . .
“Not tonight,” I replied.
“OK,” he replied. “Just text me the photo.”
I sent him the photo. A few seconds later he texted back “Thank you” with three red heart emojis attached.
I sauntered towards my open blinds and blew him a kiss, then closed the blinds. I quickly retreated to my bedroom and once again, found my best friend to help me relieve the tension.
I had school Monday and Tuesday evening. Jim and I exchanged a couple of short texts.
When is the next show?” he asked.
“Wednesday looks good,” I replied.
Jim said Wednesdays were his bowling nights. So we agreed on Thursday night.
On Thursday evening, around eight, I turned on the stereo real loud and prepared for my show. Two glasses of wine had me in a very good mood. At 9pm, I saw the blinds next door moving. I texted Jim.
“Show in 3…2…1…”
I watched as a set of eyes peered back at me through the blinds from next door. I leaned up against the kitchen wall and slowly unfastened my button-down blouse. I let it fall to the floor.
“OMG!” Jim texted.
I unfastened my size 2 jeans and lowered the zipper. My hips swayed to the sound of the music.
“Nice!” Jim texted. I was getting turned on knowing he was watching my every move.
I slipped my hand into my jeans.
“Even better,” Jim responded by text.
I pushed my jeans down past my thighs, making sure my thong stayed in place. I wiggled my knees and stepped out of my jeans.
“Keep going,” Jim texted, then, “OMFK!”
I turned my back to the window and slowly peeled out of my thong. I unfastened my brassiere and let it fall to the floor. I couldn’t believe I was showing my naked body to the neighbor. I stepped to the side and out of the view of the window.
“Where are you going?” Jim texted.
“I’m going into my backyard,” I texted.
I slipped on my jeans and my shirt and stepped out my back door and stood on my patio. It didn’t take but a moment and I heard Jim in his back yard.
“Where are you?” Jim whispered from the far side of the seven-foot-high wooden privacy wall that separated out backyards.
“I’m here,” I replied. “So what do you think?”
“Really, really nice,” Jim replied.
“Where is Mandy?” I asked.
“She’s on the phone with a friend,” Jim replied.
“This isn’t fair,” I said.
“What isn’t fair?” Jim asked.
“I’m the only one naked,” I replied.
“I’m naked,” Jim responded from behind the fence.
I knew better.
“Prove it,” I said calling his bluff. He chuckled out loud.
“You’d feel funny if I was,” Jim replied.
“No, I wouldn’t,” I responded.
“Are you an exhibitionist by nature?” Jim asked.
“No,” I replied, “But I guess . . . I could be.”
About that time, Mandy stuck her head outside the patio door.
“Jim, are you out here?” Mandy called out.
“Yeah,” Jim replied, “I was just gazing at the stars.”
“We’ll get in here,” Mandy called out, “The mosquitos will eat you alive out there.”
“Later,” Jim whispered.
I chuckled.
I went back inside and found my favorite toy.
A couple of days went by before I heard from Jim again. I was happy to see his text.
Jim: “When is the next show?”
Me: “I don’t know. When do you want one?”
Jim: “How about tonight?”
Me: “Can’t.