As much as I liked this house, it didn’t give me as much privacy as I would have liked. Yes the setting would probably be considered by many as picturesque and private enough with only these three properties in a good 5 mile radius. However, the neighbours in themselves were a little different.
I was a man of money, single and of a relatively famous background. I say famous, well I was more a person people would just sort of know and the type to open local fairs and buildings, but I wasn’t an A-lister or anything like that. I had officially retired although I was still considerably young. I wasn’t brought up to be greedy, I had made more than enough money and now I was simply looking to settle down, maybe travel a bit, relax and hopefully explore some of my secret passions.
Right from the first day I sort of half recognised my left next door neighbour. After a little research and Internet searches, I realised Andrea Sheffield was the weather girl who had disappeared the last few years. Famed for being stunningly beautiful, she had long, shoulder length light brown hair that featured golden streaks throughout. Her hair seemed to run down her neck like a waterfall, it was impressive to the glancing eye an so well looked after. Her body was toned and featured a busty chest and nice pert arse from what I had seen. She lived alone, in fact rarely anyone seemed to visit this small hamlet in general.
The other next door neighbour turned out to be a friend of Andrea’s when I was introduced to her by the woman herself. Alexandria Jones was her name. She wasn’t famous or anything, she lived alone and for showing complete loyalty over the years to Andrea with bad paparazzi issues and the negative side of being a very glamorous weather girl. She was a blonde haired girl, clearly looked like having the capabilities of becoming a very decent model in her looks, however for whatever reason she hadn’t explored this career path. Her hair was long like Andrea’s; something I liked in a girl. She also followed suit with a beautiful toned and busty body, although she was slightly more curvy than her friend. Whereas Alexandria’s breasts were at a guess a C in size, her lifelong friend’s were probably around a D. However where Alexandria owned slightly smaller but still attractive breasts, she beat Andrea with her legs and thighs especially as they appeared slightly more toned.
As much as my new neighbours were nice people and a few conversations had allowed us to get on rather well, I still didn’t like how nosey they were. They would often tend the area around my fence a little too well. At first I thought it was coincidence as they appeared to work away. After all, most people have weed issues in their gardens and maybe as they were both retired young, they had turned their attentions to their gardens. Admittedly, Alexandria did appear to stop half way through the second day, presumably through boredom as I mainly chilled by my private heated pool. However Andrea was different and by the third day of what seemed continual stalking, I was beginning to lose my patience. I was reluctant to confront her about it, I didn’t want to sour relationships with neighbours I had only just met. I also had come to the realisation that I fancied her, rather a lot so I didn’t want to ruin my chances.
Suddenly an idea struck me and I ran upstairs to find my cardboard box of secrets. After finding it, I now had a plan in motion. I walked up to the fence and smiled as Andrea stood to her feet.
“Hey, I was wondering if you wanted to come over for a cup of tea or something?” I smiled, trying to appear friendly.
“Sure, gardening does get a little boring” she smiled, blushing slightly as she rose, revealing a rather revealing outfit. Her top half was covered by a long sleeved, tight nylon garment. It was like a pair of tights that had been turned into a leotard. Her bottom half continued this nylon theme to her outfit, with similar dark stockings that ran up to her thighs and a pair of high heels to finish her look. Aside from a pair of black panties and a short latex skirt, she wore nothing else underneath. Through the nylon material of her top half, the tips of her boobs were reasonably visible to the wandering eye.
As she walked back into her house to knock on my front door after locking her own house up, I couldn’t help but stare at her gorgeous butt which looked perfect in that revealing outfit of hers. Her slight tan complexion made her appear even more beautiful before she eventually went inside and I prepared to greet the woman on entry to my house.