My Nude Neighbor

I'm a fairly boring guy in my late 20s, about 5'7" tall with a slight build, medium-length dark brown hair, and hazel eyes. For fun I like to read, play guitar, and go on long walks around town and on hiking trails. I'm not a hermit, but I'm not very sociable either. I'm content to live a quiet, peaceful life, with no grand ambitions. I got a vasectomy a few years ago. I had a girlfriend for two years, but we broke up not too long ago. She changed her mind and decided that she did want kids after all.

I work as a patent examiner for the federal government. It's computer work. Basically, I read patents for new technologies and write reports explaining whether they should be approved or rejected. It's not exciting work, but it is stable and well-paying, and best of all, I can work from home. Not having a morning commute to some dreary office building is incredible. I used to work in an office, but I left after a couple years because the environment was, as I put it, corroding my soul.

I live on the ground floor of a "U"-shaped apartment complex with a small central courtyard. I'm situated on one leg of the "U," and the window next to my front door looks out onto the units on the opposite leg of the "U," on the other side of the courtyard.

Recently I got a new neighbor. A few weeks ago, on a sunny Tuesday around noon, I was sitting at my desk in front of the window, working on my computer, as I usually do, when I saw a woman on the other side of the courtyard, carrying boxes into the unit directly opposite mine. I immediately noticed that she looked to be around my age and was very pretty, with shoulder-length wavy brown hair, a slim figure, and large breasts swaying slightly underneath her white tank top. I figured the neighborly thing to do would be to go across and offer to help carry some boxes.

I got up from my desk and made my way across the courtyard. As I approached, she was coming through her unit's doorway empty-handed, having just deposited a box inside.

"Hi, do you want some help moving boxes?" I asked her.

"That would be great, thank you!" She stepped onto the walkway, smiling and extending her hand. "I'm Kayla."

"I'm Noah," I said, returning the handshake. She had brown eyes and was a few inches shorter than me. Her pendant necklace drew my eyes down to the cleavage that was on display in her low-cut top. I quickly looked back up into her eyes. "I live on the other side of the courtyard," I told her, pointing to my unit.

"You're the first neighbor I've met! Seems like everybody else is at work," she said. I could see from the straps that she was wearing a red bra underneath her tank top. She started towards the parking spaces, and I followed her.

"So what are you doing around here at noon on a Tuesday?" She asked as we walked.

"I work from home."

"Oh! I work from home, too! I'm an accountant. What kind of work do you do?"

"I look at patents for the government."

"Neat!"

As we approached the parked cars, I saw a green hatchback backed into a space with the lift gate open, boxes piled up inside. "There's my car," she said, gesturing. "The boxes are mostly books. I have way too many books."

"Me too," I said. We stepped off the walkway and went through the grass to her car. She bent to retrieve a box from inside, and I couldn't help but notice her butt, straining against her form-fitting cutoff jean shorts, and her shapely thighs and legs.

She turned and handed me a heavy box. "I'll let you handle the really heavy ones," she said.

"Sure, I could I use the workout." She retrieved another box for herself and we made our way back to her unit. Inside her apartment, which was already furnished, she placed her box by some others in a corner, bending at the waist and showing even more cleavage than before. I tried not to stare.

"Let's just pile them up over here for now," she said.

We continued carrying boxes to her unit, and I enjoyed some more discreet glances. It didn't take long to empty out her car.

"Thanks for your help, Noah. I owe you one," she said.

"Oh, no, that's what neighbors are for."

"Can I get your phone number in case I have any questions about how things work around here?"

"Of course," I replied.

Over the next several days we chatted a bit over text and when we caught each other outside. She was from the area originally and decided to move back. We talked about books that we both loved. On Monday night she sent me a text:

"I think I know how to repay you for your help last week!"

"Okay, what is it?"

"You'll see, you'll like it!"

The next morning, Tuesday morning, I was working on my computer at the desk in front of the window, like usual. Except I had company. Looking across the narrow courtyard, I had a direct view through Kayla's window. She was sitting at her desk just like me, working on her laptop.

When she got up out of her chair, I could see that she was wearing a blue robe. She walked into another room, out of sight. Moments later she came back with a cup of something and looked out her window. She spotted me looking in her direction and waved. Then she did something that surprised me. She put down her drink, unfastened her robe at the waist, and shrugged it off her shoulders. I watched as her large breasts sprang free and swayed. They were lovely and round with large, pink nipples. She was wearing only a small pair of blue panties. She saw me staring and grinned and waved again, and then sat back down in her chair. She sipped her drink and resumed working at her computer as if everything was normal.

Meanwhile, I sat at my desk with a rock-hard erection, completely unable to concentrate on my work. I remembered that I got her phone number the previous day and sent her a text message:

"Hey, I like your outfit. Very distracting :)"

I watched her pick up her phone from the desk and type a response.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I don't want to keep you from getting your work done. Should I put my robe back on?"

"No, I don't mind!"

"Good! I caught you peeking at me last week while we were moving boxes. And besides, I like being totally naked while I work from home, it's really comfortable."

"You don't look totally naked to me," I said. With that she stood up from her chair once again, turned around, and peeled off her panties, showing me her bare butt. Then she turned back to face me, revealing that she was mostly shaved, with just a light patch of hair between her legs. She grinned again and played with her breasts. Then she sat down again.

"Is that better?" She texted me.

"Much better! But I must admit that I've become rather uncomfortable below the waist."

"Oh, I'm flattered!! Would you like some help with your problem? I take my lunch break at noon. I can come across then."

"Yes, please," I responded. It was only 9:15 a. m.

"Okay, but I won't come into your apartment unless you're naked."

For the next few hours I tried to get some work done but I was not accomplishing much. Kayla seemed to be fairly productive judging by her look of concentration towards her computer screen, but she paused every now and again to smirk at me.

When 12 p. m. rolled around, she rose, put on her robe, exited her apartment, and started across the courtyard towards my door. I could see her unrestricted breasts swaying beneath the fabric. She stood in front of my window, pointed at me, and mimed someone removing their clothes. I realized I was still wearing mine. I quickly stripped, my cock springing up. Kayla, still looking through the window, clapped approvingly. Then she walked over and knocked on the door. I opened it.

"Hi, nude neighbor!" She said, looking me up and down.

"Hello yourself." She shut the door behind her and stood facing me, expectantly. "Are you gonna take my robe off or what?"

"Oh," I said. I reached for her waist and untied her robe, then pulled it down off her shoulders. Once again her large breasts sprang free, only this time I could see them much more clearly. Her robe lay puddled on the floor.

"Like what you see?" She asked me.

"Yes," I replied, trying not to stare at her breasts but failing miserably.

"I can tell!" She said, looking down. My cock was already dripping pre-cum. "Let's go to your bed," she said, and she took my hand.

We found my bed and she instructed me to lie down on my back. She got on the bed and molded herself to my right side, her warm breasts pressing into me.

"Hi," she said. "I like your outfit." Then she found my lips and kissed me gently, her right breast hanging down, nipple grazing my chest. "Now, about your discomfort below the waist," she said, smirking. "I think I'm just the person to assist with that."

She looked into my eyes and took my cock in her hand, spreading the pre-cum around the tip and on the shaft.

"Fuck," I groaned. She began slowly stroking my cock. Then she leaned forward and offered her breasts to me.

"Please suck on my tits," she said. I didn't object. She lowered a nipple into my mouth, still stroking me. I caressed her breasts with my hands and took turns sucking and kissing each nipple.

"Fuuuuck," I told her. She smiled and I kissed her lips. Eventually she removed her hand and then, shifting her body down towards my waist, took my cock in her mouth. She began to suck on it, using a hand to stroke it at the same time. I was about to burst.

"I'm close," I told her.

She took a break from sucking, telling me softly with a smile, "You can come in my mouth." Then she resumed. The tension rose in my cock, and moments later I exploded inside her mouth with intense spasms, panting. She swallowed.

"I love your cock," she said, getting up from the bed and now standing beside it. "Can I see it tomorrow, too?"

"Yes," was my response, still laying on my back in post-orgasmic bliss.

"I'm gonna go back across and eat lunch now," she said. "See you soon." I could see a glistening wetness between her legs. She turned and walked into the other room, picked up her robe, put it on, and went back across the courtyard. I took a quick shower, put on some clothes, made a sandwich, and went back to my desk at the window.

She was seated at her desk, still wearing her robe, and she had a sandwich, too. When she saw me looking at her, she stood up and walked out of view into another room. She came back with folded clothes in her hands. Then she removed her robe, giving me another look at her naked body, and started dressing.

The next day, she was again seated in front of the window, wearing her robe. When she saw me sit down at my desk, she waved, but she did not take off her robe.

"Can I come over at noon?" I texted her.

"Yes, please," she responded.

At noon she stood up from her chair and took off her robe, motioning for me to come over. Wearing shorts and a t-shirt, I made my way across the courtyard and she opened her door, standing in the doorway. I grabbed her by the waist and kissed her, my clothed body pressing against her naked body. My cock was already hard.

I quickly stripped off my clothes and she led me to her bed. "Lie down," I told her. I crawled beside her and began kissing her lips, neck, collarbones, breasts, nipples, abdomen, arms, wrists, thighs... I kissed everywhere except her pussy, while she moaned softly. With her legs spread apart, I saw her pussy getting gradually wetter. Eventually I made my way to her pussy, kissing and then pressing my tongue to her clit. She let out a larger moan.

"Fuck," she said. For a few minutes, I kissed and licked and sucked hungrily. Then, with my mouth still on her clit, I slowly slipped a finger inside her warmness, causing her to gasp, then two fingers, curling them them back towards her belly and stroking back and forth.

"I'm gonna come," she said. I kept the same rhythm. She tightened her thighs around my head, moaning softly and panting. I felt her pussy clamp down slightly around my fingers. She let out a contended sigh.

"That was nice," she said. I crawled up and lay beside her, resting my head on her chest. She wrapped her arms around me and stroked my back.

"I want your cock inside me," she said. My cock was almost painfully hard at this point, and she took it in her hand and stroked it. "Do you have a condom?"

"I have a vasectomy."

"Oh, even better! Here, sit on the edge of the bed," she said, and I did as she instructed. My cock was pointing almost straight up. She kneeled over my lap, facing me, and I pulled her close. Shifting forwards, she slowly lowered herself onto my cock. I grabbed her by the waist. We started fucking, her breasts bouncing.

"Fuuuuuuuuckkkk," I said, overwhelmed by the warmth and wetness of her pussy, and the softness of her skin, and the swaying of her breasts.

"Your cock feels so good in my pussy," she said softly. "You're gonna make me come again."

We started fucking harder. "I'm gonna come," I gasped.

"Ooooohhhhhh fuck," she said. "Come inside me." I felt her pussy grip my cock and she wrapped her arms around me. I couldn't last any longer. My cock throbbed as I shot my load inside her, burying my head against her neck.

We fucked almost every day from then on, morning, afternoon, and night. One Saturday morning, I decided to go walking on some nearby hiking trails. I got dressed and packed my backpack.

"I'm going hiking, want to join me? I'm going to leave in about 15 minutes," I texted her from across the courtyard. She appeared in the window in her robe, phone in hand.

"Yes!! Just let me get dressed." She unfastened her robe and let it drop to the floor, naked underneath. She walked out of view into another room, and came back a few minutes later dressed in a t-shirt and jeans. "I'm ready to go," she texted. She opened her door and came outside. We met in the courtyard.

"I have some water and bug spray. We can take my car," I said. We walked to the parking area. From the bouncing beneath her shirt, it was clear that she was not wearing a bra.

The hiking trails around here are pretty secluded, not heavily trafficked at all. When we arrived at the trailhead, I parked the car and we started putting on bug spray. There were only a couple other cars parked nearby. We walked into the woods.

"Do you mind if I go topless?" She asked, after a few minutes of walking. "It's pretty hot, there's basically no one around, and it feels so freeing to let my tits breathe."

"I don't mind, but don't you think that's kind of risky?" I asked.

"I don't care if a couple of people see my tits. I love being topless." She stripped off her shirt, folded it, and handed it to me. "Put this in your backpack," she said, while I stared at her perfect chest.

For a while we didn't encounter any people, but eventually we saw a middle-aged woman approaching. Kayla made no attempt to cover up.

"Good morning," Kayla said, breasts bobbing slightly as we passed by the woman. The woman gave her a disapproving glance but said nothing.

A little while later we passed two young men. "Good morning, boys!" She told them.

"Good morning to you, too," one of them said. The other just smiled and stared.

"It's so freeing to be topless," she told them.

Eventually we reached the end of the trail and it was time to turn around and go back.

"Can we take a break?" She asked me. She took the water bottle from my backpack and sat down on a large, flat rock. She drank some water and then poured some on her tits, spreading it around with her hands. "Nice and cold," she said. Her nipples began to harden.

"You know, I bet your mouth would feel really good on my tits right about now."

I sat beside her, took her breasts in my hands, and kissed her. Then I moved down and began to kiss and suck on her tits. No one was around.

"Mmmmmmmm," she said. She reached out and felt my cock through my jeans.

"Wow, you're really hard!!"

"Well yeah, you've had your tits out for like an hour and now I'm sucking on them."

"Does your cock need some assistance?" She asked. I just nodded.

"Take it out," she said. Still sitting down, she took off her shoes, then pulled her jeans and panties off. She was wearing only socks now. I took off my shirt and pulled my pants down to my ankles. She shifted over and straddled my lap, pressing her breasts into my face.

She held onto me and sank down onto my cock. The warmth and wetness was intoxicating.

"Fuck me hard," she said. I gripped her waist and pulled her down while thrusting my hips upwards. "Mmmmmmmm, that's right," she cooed, her tits shaking with each thrust.

When we started back to the trailhead, Kayla had put on her jeans and shoes, but she stayed topless. We didn't pass anyone else on the way back. At the parking lot, she still didn't put her shirt back on. She was topless for the ride home, seatbelt between her tits. I didn't complain.

When we got back to the apartment complex, she stepped out of the car, still topless.

"Aren't you going to put your shirt back on?" I asked her.

"Oh, I totally forgot," she said. I handed her the t-shirt from out of the backpack, and she worked it over her head and down over her breasts.

"We should go hiking again sometime," she said. "It's really fun." She grabbed the hem of her shirt and pulled it up high, exposing her tits again. "Don't you think so?"

"Definitely," I said, grinning.