My Neighbour Emma Ch. 01

Over the past year, I've lived in a small coastal townhouse following a sea change and the end of a long-term high school relationship. We had simply grown apart, each pursuing our own interests as the spark faded.

Leaving behind the fast pace of my hometown city for a quieter beach lifestyle on Australia's east coast felt like an obvious move. In hindsight, it was a really easy decision. I was regularly spending my weekends driving down to the coast to unwind, so the transition felt natural. At 24, with no major commitments tying me down, nothing stood in my way. My employer easily transferred me to the local office, and my parents that were preparing for retirement were only a two-hour drive away.

I was enjoying my independence away from family and my old life. The last year was a whirlwind of back-and-forth travel grabbing the last of my things, getting established in my new role at work, and learning the lay of the land. Whenever the weekend rolled around, I spent every free moment checking out local beaches and discovering favourite café spots.

The townhouse I rented was located in a quiet, secluded complex of five duplexes secured behind a large rolling gate. The buildings were arranged in an open horseshoe layout around shared lawns and a well-maintained pool, with no inner fences dividing the grounds. Aside from a weekly visit from the gardener, the community was private and peaceful. The only upkeep involved picking up the occasional fallen palm frond, and putting the bins out for collection each week. Best of all, a five-minute stroll beyond the gate led to a popular local beach.

Aside from one other permanent resident who kept a quiet routine, all the neighbouring properties were holiday homes or short-term rentals, sitting dark for most of the week. Long weekends and school holidays brought a sudden influx of visitors, who vanished just as quickly. I mostly kept to myself as I got my bearings and adjusted to the new area. Today, I finally unpacked the last moving box, bringing a quiet sense of relief as the space began to feel like home.

It was a mild Saturday morning, and a warm breeze hinted at the summer heat soon to arrive. I shoved the cardboard box into the recycling bin, dusting off my hands with a sense of accomplishment. The sudden whine of a leaf blower drew my eye across the driveway, where my neighbour Emma, was steadily clearing her front path. We'd exchanged names and polite smiles when I first moved in, but since then, our interactions had been limited to the occasional wave or quick greeting on our way to work.

"Good morning!" I called and waved, knowing she probably couldn't hear me over the sound of the leaf blower. I caught her eye as she turned toward her house, reacting with a wide smile and a friendly wave. She turned off the leaf blower and walked toward me.

Emma was around 45 years old and what some would describe as a striking, five-foot blonde soccer mom. She was mature and confident, and I had worked out early on that she was unmarried and had no kids. She worked as a nurse at the local hospital, and I'd occasionally seen her sporting blue scrubs and white runners. She was always well kept with her honey blond hair in a neat bun.

She looked much more relaxed today with her hair hanging loose. Barefoot, she wore form-fitting light grey leggings that stretched over the swell of her hips and the curve of her thighs, drawing attention to the slight gap between them with every step. My attention focused on her breasts, loosely contained by a white singlet, bouncing softly as she came closer. She was curvy rather than athletic, with hips and a bust perfectly proportioned to her small frame. She was a total stunner.

It caught me off guard how beautiful she was, and I wondered why I'd never noticed before. Maybe it was our age gap and how little we'd socialized since moving in. I'd been very distracted this last year and older women normally didn't grab my attention. I tried not to stare, keeping my eyes moving with the occasional glance past her shoulder.

"Hey Jason, looks like you're finally finished unpacking." she said, eyeing my recycle bin with its lid failing to close.

We spent a few minutes catching up on the warming weather and how great the garden looked thanks to the contract gardener. The pool heater would automatically kick in soon, and then we could take the cover off. She let me know she was taking next week off work to recharge after a really intense month of long shifts at the hospital.

To begin her wind-down, she insisted I join her for a barbecue and a few drinks that afternoon. Something that would become a more regular event as I got to know her better. We agreed on a time and she returned to the whine of her leaf blower. I found my eyes following the sway of her hips as she walked away, focusing on her backside as it moved beneath her tight leggings. The space between her thighs from behind mirroring the front. What was I thinking? I asked myself. She was much too old for anything serious. I gave myself a mental slap on the wrist.

I spent the morning running errands, picking up a case of beer along the way. I wasn't much of a drinker, but a cold beer was always welcome on a warm summer day. By late afternoon, having finished up around the house, I set off for the nearby beach. Walking along the shore had become a daily ritual since I moved to the coast--a quiet way to decompress, and clear my mind of Emma.

I grabbed a hat and sunglasses, and headed through the main gate toward the beach. The air was still warm with a couple of hours left before sunset. Holding my thongs in hand, I walked along the water's edge, enjoying the cool tide against my feet. I reached the end of the beach after about ten minutes and turned back, only to see Emma walking toward me with a wide smile and a brisk pace.

"Care for some company?" she called out, catching her breath. "I saw you ahead of me, but these short legs can only move so fast."

"Of course. I was just getting my walk in before our drinks," I replied, pleasantly surprised.

Emma eventually caught up and turned to match my direction as we continued back together. I noticed she'd changed out of the outfit she'd worn that morning. She wore a sensible wide-brimmed straw hat and oversized black sunglasses. Her lightly tanned legs showed beneath a pair of small denim shorts, and her singlet had been replaced by a loose pink cropped t-shirt showing a bit of stomach. I couldn't quite decipher the design on her shirt, but the cool breeze blowing off the sea made it clear she wasn't wearing a bra with nipples visible through the fabric. With every side-glance, the sway of her chest and outline of her hardened nipples caught my attention. A sudden rush of excitement stirred between my legs, making my balls contract as we walked together.

An awkward quiet settled over us until a small dog trotted by, struggling to carry a huge piece of driftwood. Emma laughed, pointing it out and breaking the tension. "He's on a mission," she grinned, before asking if I'd grown up with pets. The moment easily cleared the air, launching us into a relaxed conversation. Soon, we reached the exit off the beach, and started up the steep sandy dunes.

Emma took the lead, her small denim shorts riding up her backside with every step. I had an incredible view from behind--the smooth line of her back where her cropped pink shirt rode up slightly, and the flex of her toned legs as she powered through the soft sand up the hill. Reaching the crest, we paused to catch our breath, leaving us just a few minutes' walk from the main gate. My walk didn't clear Emma from my mind.

"I'll see you in twenty minutes." Emma instructed as we went our separate ways to freshen up. Twenty minutes gave me just enough time to take a quick cold shower, clear my head, and change into some fresh clothes.

I locked the door behind me and headed toward Emma's backyard. Apart from a line of trees and low shrubbery, no fences separated the properties, allowing easy access between them. Each home had a small side courtyard with a clothesline for privacy, but the rear remained open to the shared grounds and the swimming pool beyond.

Unsure of the dress code, I had defaulted to a short-sleeved button up shirt and casual shorts. Holding my beer and a bag potato chips, I crossed into Emma's tidy backyard, greeted by the smell of a barbecue already underway. Off to one side, a covered jacuzzi caught my eye, making me wonder if anyone ever used it.

"Hello?" I called out, unable to see Emma.

The sliding glass door leading into the house was open. I heard the pop of a wine bottle, followed by the sound of Emma approaching. Wine glass in hand and sporting a wide grin, she hurried over and wrapped me in a warm, unexpected hug, her damp hair brushing against my neck. She had changed into a breezy shirt dress that fell just above the knee, with a few buttons at the bottom casually left undone.

"Welcome! Are you hungry? I just put on some beef kebabs, and they should be ready soon. There is also some potato salad."

"Y-yes, thank you. Today's walk worked up an appetite," I stuttered.

I grabbed a beer, popped the cap, and took a long drink to steel myself for the night ahead. Before long, we had polished off the kebabs and I put away two more beers. Emma sat beside me in one of her reclining outdoor chairs, soaking in the start of her holiday. An hour slipped by in easy conversation about our lives and interests. As the sun dipped out of view, a cool evening breeze rolled in. Several more drinks deep and fully settled into the evening, Emma would occasionally close her eyes, listening to the faint call of distant birds.

"Top me up?" Emma held up her empty wine glass. I emptied the second bottle and dropped it besides me on the grass. She took a generous sip and leaned back in her chair pulling one knee up to get more comfortable. The shift gave me a clear view of her thigh, setting my heart racing and sparking a sudden surge of drunken arousal. As she slid a bit lower into her chair, a large triangle of white cotton came into view. She seemed entirely unaware of what she was showing me, carrying on the conversation without missing a beat. The dropping temperature added to the display as her nipples hardened against her shirt in the cool night air. Trying to stay composed felt nearly impossible, and ignoring her was harder still. I tried to carry on a conversation while trying to stay focused. The growing tightness in my shorts, and my flushed cheeks made my arousal very obvious, leaving me shifting uncomfortably in my seat. I was really enjoy the view before me.

The alcohol had taken full effect, and a nighttime chill had settled in. As much as I wanted to linger under the night sky and lose myself in the sight of her, reason won out--it was time to call it a night. "Get it together!" I said to myself. My bladder needed urgent relief.

We both stumbled to our feet, and I helped Emma collect up the empty bottles of beer and wine, leaving the barbecue for tomorrow when we'd have clearer heads. Emma fell into me and gave me another tight, drunken hug, pressing herself against me with a wet kiss on the cheek. In the full-body embrace that lasted a bit longer than expected, there was no hiding my erection. I was certain she felt it as we made contact awkwardly.

"Your a good neighbour and friend" she slurred. Was I now in the friend-zone? Fuck!

I stumbled back toward my house, my mind fixated on Emma and the quiet possibility of something more than friendship between us. Reaching my front door, I fumbled with the keys, finally managing to get inside after a few attempts. Alcohol-soaked logic took over, and it didn't take long to convince myself to head right back out to see if she felt the same. Trying to clear my head, I gulped down two large glasses of water, then relieved myself as my erection had finally passed.

I headed outside and made my way back to Emma's backyard, hoping she was still there waiting for me. Moonlight bathed the garden in soft shadows. With all the house lights off, it was clear Emma had already gone inside to sober up. The surrounding houses in the complex were dark as well, empty for the weekend.

Rather than knocking on the sliding glass door and startling her, I decided ringing the front doorbell was a much better choice. What was I going to say? Feel like another drink? I'd love to suck your amazing nipples?

I made my way down the side of her house, alcohol wearing off and my courage slipping away. Rounding the corner, I caught the soft glow of a window casting light across my path against her courtyard wall.

As I approached the window I realized it was her bathroom, mirroring my own floor plan. The sound of the running shower steadily intensified as I came to the realisation that I was too late. Disappointed in myself, I was about to turn away and return home when I noticed the gap under the window blind. It was the source of the light casting across the path.

Moving closer towards the window to investigate, I found the gap on the far side as my heart picked up its pace. The bathroom inside was a blur of steam and light, but as my vision refocused, my breath caught. Excitement surged through me in a wave of adrenaline, pounding heavily in my ears. This was very wrong, I told myself.

Behind the fogged glass was Emma's silhouette, outlined by the warm shower spray. She stood with her arms raised, letting the water hit her face as she worked her fingers through her hair. Her round breasts were pulled high, foam from her shampoo running between them, creating a trail over her belly and ending between her legs. She turned her back to the water and continued rinsing her hair, sending more foam tracing down her back. Reaching for a pink loofah, she began methodically scrubbing every part of her body. It was almost too much to bear, my heart pounded against my ribs as time seemed to slow to a crawl.

She was much older than me, and my preference had always been younger, petite women, but Emma was magnificent. A wave of guilt washed over me, but it was quickly replaced with excitement as my cock grew to its full length. My erection was pressing uncomfortably against my pants and precum had created an awkward wet patch. I hooked my thumbs into my waistband and bent forward, dropping my shorts to my ankles in one swift motion and freeing my erection. I quickly looked around to make sure that we were still on our own.

My excitement spiked when I returned to the window, gently stroking my freed erection in the cooling night air. I watched Emma hang up her loofa and turn around to reach for the shower head hooked above her. She gave the glass screen a quick wash down removing any left over soap, inturn clearing the foggy glass giving me an unobstructed view of her full naked form.

She was amazing, lightly tanned all over except where a bikini would normally be, leaving a hint of pale skin. Her ample breasts swayed freely as she moved about, and for the first time I could see she kept her pussy shaved, leaving only a small patch of blonde curls above her bare lips. I appreciated personal grooming and had kept my own balls shaved for as long as I could remember. I had to slow the pace of my stroking and released it to hang free for a moment.

I watched open-mouthed as she braced her shoulder against the shower wall. She raised her right leg, placing her foot against the glass screen, and directed the shower head between her thighs. Her head rolled back and she flinched slightly as the water made contact, while adjusting the water pressure with her free hand.

I reached for my erection giving it a couple of quick strokes with my thumb and forefinger, my eyes fixed on Emma. I felt a long strand of precum hanging from the tip of my cock, catching it just in time and started slowly pumping with full fist.

It didn't take long for Emma's legs to buckle. She sank to the shower floor, propping her right foot against the glass and leaning back into the corner as she continued to masturbate. I watched Emma's practised aim directed between her thighs, as her free hand parted her lips to expose her sensitive clitoris. I strained to hear her faint moans, almost entirely drowned out by the rushing water and the steady hum of the exhaust fan. Settling into a focused rhythm, she moved the showerhead back-and-forth, enjoying the sensation with her mouth slightly open and eyes closed.

Emma reached her climax moments later. I watched as her leg trembled against the glass screen and her toes curled, her hips arching slightly into the stream of water. She slowed the back-and-forth rhythm and kept the shower head steady and close. An audible loud moan escaped her as the tension melted. She brought her knees together in a full-body spasm, leaving her body limp against the floor.

There was something mesmerizing about watching a beautiful woman completely lost in her own pleasure--an intensity heightened by the quiet knowledge that she had no idea she was being watched.

Emma slowly picked herself up off the floor on unsteady legs. She reached up to secure the shower head back on its hook, and grabbed a fresh towel. The cooler air of the bathroom hit her flushed skin the moment she stepped out, hardening her nipples instanty. I couldn't take my eyes off her as she dried herself, stroking my straining erection faster. I noticed the faint pattern of tile marks pressed into the back of her thighs and seat, matching the colour of her flushed face.

Emma wrapped her hair in a towel and quickly brushed her teeth. She pumped moisturizer into her hands and smoothed it up her legs, tracing past her hips and over her breasts, pressing them together.

I reached my limit and couldn't hold back any longer. My legs trembled and my muscles contracted in anticipation. A couple of long strokes brought me over the edge, sending several ribbons of cum against the side of the house, before tapering off to spill the last drops on the ground between my feet.

Still catching my breath in a dizzy haze, I braced one hand against the wall to steady myself just as Emma stepped out of the bathroom and flicked off the light. I was suddenly left standing half naked in darkness, as the lingering tremors of the orgasm slowly faded. I was stunned.

My eyes gradually adapted to the darkness around me, and my thoughts grew clear as I surveyed my surroundings. I hadn't thought this through, and I had no idea what to do about the sticky mess in my hands. I felt a flash of panic.

I clumsily stepped out of my shorts, picking them up with my free hand, deciding I would just clean up at home. It was only a quick dash to my backdoor which I left unlocked this time.

Moonlight swept across the garden, casting soft shadows along the walkway to my yard. I hurried across the lawn, completely bare from the waist down, my dripping erection leading the way. I finally made it inside and quickly jumped into my own shower, checking my blind was closed properly first.

The next morning arrived with a hazy hangover and a pounding headache. A cold shower and a cup of strong coffee with toast eased my suffering as I settled into the day. As the night's events slowly returned, my mind lingered on the image of Emma in the shower. Was it real, or just a dream?

I decided to venture outside at noon, putting on sunglasses to block out the bright sun. The gardens looked very different from the adventure of last night. Finding my legs, I made my way toward Emma's yard wondering if she felt just as hungover. Through the trees I found Emma picking up a palm frond that had come down overnight. She caught sight of me through her black sunglasses as I approached.

"Good afternoon! Was last night a bit much for you?" she called out with a grin.

"Yeah, I think I need more practice," I replied, reaching for the frond in her hand.

"I'm OK, I can manage it," she said, dragging it toward the boundary fence. She wore yesterday's grey stretch leggings and a white t-shirt a size too small, over a simple bra which held her breasts firmly in place. I admired her round backside again as she grabbed the end of the frond and speared it over the fence in one motion.

"Were you up late last night, or did you hit the sack right away?" Emma asked.

My chest tightened as I remembered very clearly what I got up to, and more importantly, how Emma ended her night on the shower floor. I wondered if she still had tile marks on the back of her thighs. My cock thickened reacting to the image in my mind.

"I pretty much went straight to bed" I lied.

"So what are you plans for the rest of the day? Feel like another walk on the beach to freshen up?" Emma asked.

"Yeah, that sounds great. Back to work tomorrow, so I'm trying to make the most of the sunshine," I replied. We agreed on a late-afternoon beach walk, and I left Emma to her pottering.

I grabbed my hat and sunglasses and headed out to the main gate where Emma was already waiting. She had changed again, out of her grey leggings and back into yesterday's short denim shorts and little pink t-shirt. Her lack of a bra didn't go unnoticed.

"Ready to go?" She called out with a wide smile. I wondered if she was testing me for a reaction. Perhaps she just enjoyed showing off to younger men, checking she was still desirable.

We set off at a good pace, discussing the week ahead. I had a full work week planned with several appointments, where Emma would enjoy a week of nothing. We reached the end of the beach in good time, and turned for the return trip walking into the ocean breeze. The coolness caused her nipples to become visible through the thin fabric as before. I was certain she was aware of her display, perhaps putting it on for my pleasure. I managed several longer side glances, enjoying the bounce of her breasts swaying freely with every step.

"So, any girlfriends on the horizon?"

Her question caught me off guard mid-glance. I had been too busy to bother, content with single life after ending a long relationship. But over the last couple of days, Emma had started changing my mind. Even with a twenty-year age gap, I couldn't deny the physical attraction. She was a knockout, and being around her felt effortless.

"Nothing on the horizon." I replied simply.

"That's too bad. I could introduce you to a couple of my friends if you like? But they may be a bit too old for you." She teased as we walked on.

"There's nothing wrong with a woman who has a little experience." I replied back as we reached the exit to the beach.

"I'll see what I can come up with then." Emma flashed a suggestive grin as we tackled the incline. I'm not sure she understood what I meant.

Stepping behind her again, I caught another incredible view. Her denim shorts riding higher between her cheeks, exposing more of her thighs than before with every stride up the sand. We quickly made it back to the main gate and washed our feet at the garden tap as the sun began to set.

I walked Emma back to the front of her house, where she gave me a quick hug and thanked me for a fun afternoon. Exhausted from the walk and needing to prepate for the upcoming workweek, I said my goodbyes and went inside.

My mind was much clearer that evening as I replayed everything from the night before. The memory of watching Emma through her bathroom window kept running through my head, my cock hardening inside my shorts. I wondered how often she masturbated?

I stool bare-chested in my backyard enjoying a cold beer, taking in the warm air and distant sounds. Keeping my eyes on Emma's courtyard wall in the distance, I waited for her light to come on. The grounds were completely quiet with no visitors, and every other house sat dark.

I caught myself wondering if she'd pulled the blind shut. Maybe she showered early tonight? My mind kept drifting back to the image of her sitting on the shower floor pleasuring herself.

I reached down with my spare hand to release a growing erection, my loose shorts dropping to the ground, and I started slowly stroking myself. Naked to the night, I drained the last of my beer, ready to give up and head inside frustrated. Suddenly, the bathroom light flickered on, illuminating the far edge of the courtyard wall.

I didn't need much encouragement to get moving. I quickly pulled my shorts up, and hurried across the garden. Pushing through the bushes separating our yards, I followed the path straight to her bathroom window.

I returned to the same spot as last night, but with eager anticipation instead of nervous uncertainty. Looking through the window, I breathed a sigh of relief, the gap under the blind was still there. My eyes refocused just in time to see Emma undressing with the shower already running.

She slipped out of her denim shorts, letting them drop to the floor, before pulling her pink t-shirt over her head to release her breasts with a soft bounce. Turning on the faucet, she carefully washed her face with a squirt from the small pump bottle. Finally, hooking her thumbs into the waistband of her white cotton panties, she slid them down her legs and flicked them into the laundry basket with her foot.

I watched Emma study her reflection in the mirror. Her arms raised overhead as she pinned her hair into a neat bun. Cupping her breasts with both hands she pressing them together, rolling her thumbs over her nipples to bring them to life. Emma held this pose for a moment, examining herself with a look of quiet satisfaction. She turned around slowly looking over her shoulder, sweeping her hands down her hips, then gave her backside a playful slap as she stepped into the shower.

My shorts were already around my ankles as I slowly stroked my erection, occasionally tracing a bead of precum with my fingertip to use as lubrication. I wondered if she was going to masturbate again.

I watched as Emma worked her loofah into a soft lather and washed herself from head to toe as before. After rinsing beneath the showerhead, she traded the loofah for a pink disposable razor resting on the shelf. Raising her arm under the warm water, she soaped her underarm and shaved with carefull strokes, rinsing the blade free of hair with every pass.

Emma took a step backward from under the water and bent forward, pulling in her stomach. Her breasts hung down as she carefully redirected the blade toward her pussy. After lathering lightly with her free hand, she ran the razor down either side of her blonde curls, then between her legs, opening her knees for better access. Straightening back up, she returned the razor to the shelf and used her hands to rinse the soap from between her lips, a pair of extended fingers reaching a bit deeper. She turned her back to the water and did the same to her backside, making sure she was completely free of soap.

I stood transfixed by the window, eyes locked on Emma as I stroked my cock at a steady pace. After a couple of rapid short strokes, my body tensed as the sudden release hit. My load shooting against the wall into the dark before a final drop landed on my bare thigh. I fought to catch my breath, waiting for the final aftershocks of the orgasm to quiet down.

I stepped out of my shorts as Emma turned off the water and reached for a towel. I wondered why I'd even bothered wearing them, given that I was now using them to clean myself up. Looking back at the window, I caught Emma starting her moisturizing routine as I turned away to head home. I hurried across the yard completely naked, holding my sticky shorts in hand. The light of her bathroom turned off the moment I closed my door behind me. That night my dreams were filled with images of Emma as we showered together, until I woke to my alarm clock, ready to start the week.

Monday brought a return to the usual routine, though the weekend's events lingered in my mind. The casual waves and quick greetings we usually exchanged were now replaced with warm hugs and lingering smiles.

With Emma heading back to work the following week as well, we set up a routine of regular beach walks, enjoying each other's company and quietly counting down to the weekend.