Spying On The New Neighbors

Kylie Le Beau is wiping down her kitchen counters when she glances outside. Through the window she sees her new neighbors, Karlee Grey and Jillian Janson, locked in a deep kiss right in their backyard. Their hands wander, robes already half undone. Kylie freezes, breath shallow, her cloth forgotten. Instead of turning away she leans closer to the glass. Heat floods her. Her fingers slip beneath her waistband, stroking as she watches them shrug the robes off their shoulders. Karlee’s full breasts press against Jillian’s. Nipples stiffen. Kylie’s pulse throbs louder than the clock on the wall. She needs a better view. Quietly, she slips out the door and crouches behind a broad tree. The couple is naked now, fingers slick between each other’s thighs. Soft moans drift on the warm air. Kylie’s own hand works faster. Karlee’s head lifts. Her eyes find Kylie’s. A slow smile. Jillian turns too, cheeks flushed, lips parted. No anger, only invitation. They curl their fingers, beckoning. Kylie steps out, cheeks burning. She mumbles an apology, but the women aren’t interested in sorry. They draw her in, press their warm mouths to hers. She tastes strawberries and champagne. Her robe falls away. Four hands glide over her skin, cupping her breasts, sliding between her legs, coaxing wet sounds into the late afternoon. They guide her onto a thick blanket spread across the grass. Karlee’s tongue traces lazy circles around Kylie’s clit while Jillian’s fingers push deep inside her, curling, stroking that sensitive spot until Kylie’s thighs shake. Later they switch, Jillian’s mouth greedy on Kylie’s nipple, sucking hard, while Karlee straddles her face, letting Kylie taste another woman for the first time in years. Kylie comes twice before they let her rest, legs trembling, skin slick with sweat and their shared arousal. When she finally catches her breath, Karlee brushes damp hair from her face and whispers, “Welcome to the neighborhood.” The best neighbors know how to share.