Good Neighbors

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Sealy reached out his hand to ring the doorbell. He usually hesitated right
before touching a doorbell button, remembering all his weird encounters,
then he let his hand touch the lighted button and he heard a soft chime
somewhere inside the stucco house, echoed by a duet of canine cacophony.

He looked down at the welcome mat and noticed that it said "GO AWAY"; he
hoped that was a joke. He heard footsteps and two voices behind the door,
and then the door opened slowly. He recognized the Fergusons from their
first meeting, a brief encounter at the clubhouse when he had first looked
in the neighborhood for a house. They recognized him, too, and their faces
changed into smiling social faces.

"Hi, there," Fred Ferguson said. He pointed his finger at Sealy's chest.
"Knealy, isn't it?" Fred looked and acted like an ex-jock turned salesman.
He had a rugged face and sparkling brown eyes.

"Sealy. I'm your new neighbor. We met a few weeks ago." He held out his hand
and Ferguson took it and shook it gruffly. "I moved into that red brick down
the street."

"The old Jones place. Well, I'm glad to meet you. I'm Fred and this is
Nancy." He must have forgotten their first meeting. Just as well.

"I'm glad to meet you, too. I'm already on a committee for the homeowner's
association." Sealy shrugged and handed Fred a copy of the newsletter. "The
board asked me to hand out the first copy of the neighborhood newsletter."

Fred scanned the front page and read aloud, "The Liveoak Letter."

"Let me see, Fred." Nancy reached around and took the newsletter from Fred,
who glanced at Sealy and raised his eyebrows briefly as if he were thinking,
"Women!" Sealy noticed Nancy's breasts moving against her green silk blouse;
she wasn't wearing a bra.

He hadn't noticed her breasts during the first meeting. Her long blonde hair
cascaded over one shoulder. She looked older than Fred and she wasn't
wearing any jewelry. She was probably in her late thirties, Sealy decided,
seeing her closer now, but she looked healthy and strong. Nancy glanced up
at Sealy. "This is nice. Did you work on it?"

"No, I'm just helping."

"Come in, why don't you, Creely?" Fred said, waving Sealy in with his arm.
"We're just fooling around."

"Thanks, but I'm just handing out these newsletters." He indicated the other
newsletter he was carrying.

Nancy opened her eyes wide and smiled. "Please, come in. We'd like to get to
know you better."

"Okay, but just for a minute." Sealy stepped inside, rolling the newsletters
into a more compact package. They were in a foyer with a tile floor. The
high walls were decorated with what looked like reproductions of classical
gothic paintings. The decorations didn't match the impression of the outside
of the house. "You have a beautiful home," Sealy said.

"Thank you," Nancy said. Sealy saw her breasts move again, the nipples just
slightly harder as she gestured at the doorway ahead. "Come on in." She
walked ahead and Sealy tried not to watch her behind moving in her black
slacks as Fred motioned him ahead.

The living room had a sunken floor. It was not a large room and Sealy felt
just a little crowded by the antique furniture and the dark paintings on the
walls. On the other side of a large window opening out onto a patio, he
could see two poodles, their backs to a swimming pool, watching the progress
of the guest.

As he turned to look at the room, Sealy noticed that Fred had a pronounced
limp; the big man looked for his chair and seemed to collapse without
bending his right leg.

"Have a seat, neighbor," Fred said. Sealy was glad he had stopped trying to
remember his name. "Neighbor" was good enough. Sealy sat in the chair facing
the leather couch and to the right of Fred's chair.

"Can I get you something to drink, Mr. Sealy?" Nancy asked.

"No, thank you, I can't stay. And please don't call me *Mr.* Sealy."

"All right," she said as she sat on the couch facing Sealy, "then what is
your first name?" She crossed her legs and brought her arms close against
her sides, pushing her full breasts out against the sheer cloth. Sealy
thought her nipples were harder now. The vision of a woman's nipples
hardening brought a rush of blood to Sealy's groin. He crossed his legs in
case his excitement showed.

"I really don't like my first name so I just use my last name." He tapped
his knee with the roll of newsletters.

"All right," she said. Sealy thought she looked like she was making a mental
note, starting a mental checklist on her new neighbor. He knew most women
don't like secrets or mysteries and that his lack of a first name would
haunt her until she knew it.

Fred cleared his throat and looked at his wife. He turned to Sealy. "So,
neighbor, what do you do for a living?"

He didn't really want to tell them what he did for a living either. "I made
a killing on Wall Street some years ago and then I got conservative. So now
I just maintain my portfolio. Lately that's taken a lot of time."

Fred nodded. Nancy licked her lips. Sealy thought she had nice lips, too. He
turned to look at the still motionless dogs. "Were those your dogs I heard
when I first rang the bell?" Sealy asked.

"That's them," Fred answered, looking out the window in the direction of the
poodles, squinting. "The Toy Boys."

"They're quiet now," Sealy observed.

Nancy raised her eyebrows. "Fred had a word with them."

"Ah. What do you do, Fred?"

"Not much of anything. Nancy here has all the money. I used to play pro ball
but I had to retire after a serious groin injury. See, I was . . . "

"Fred, please don't tell that story again. It was bad enough the first time,
and you're the only one interested in all the gory details."

Fred shrugged heavily. He rose in his seat like he wanted to get up and then
sank back heavily.

Nancy turned back to Sealy. "Fred was a linebacker for the Jersey Jerkoffs.
It was just one of those freak football accidents. He has been compensated."

"Financially, anyway."

She shrugged and her breasts moved again. "Right. Financially. We do all
right, but neither of us has a job per se. How do you like Liveoak, Sealy?"

The way she said his name tweaked something deep in his brain and the
tingles moved all the way down his spine. He watched her uncross and then
cross her legs again. He started wondering what she looked like without any
clothes. She raised her eyebrows slightly as if she were reading his mind.
"It's really nice. At first the -- what can I say, formality?"

"Stiff," Fred offered.

"Restricted," Nancy added.

"Yeah, the restrictions," Sealy said, getting a feel for the dominant
critter in the situation. "At first it seemed a little much but now I'm all
moved in and I feel comfortable in the house and all the neighbors are nice
so I guess there's a good reason for all the rules."

"It's true. We live in a protected neighborhood and there are tradeoffs."
She started swinging the crossed leg. "So what do you do in your free time?"

"I jog, swim, play some cards, watch some TV."

"We have a gym here that we use to work out," Fred said, indicating with a
lift of his eyebrows that not all of his limbs were damaged.

"That's nice," Sealy said. "I've never done that kind of thing before."

"Would you like to see it?" Nancy asked.

"Well, sure," Sealy answered, "but then I better get on my way, you know,
finish handing out the newsletters."

They all rose from their seats. The poodles' ears perked up but they
remained rooted to their patio.

"This way, Sealy," Nancy led the way to a hall with several doorways. She
turned right at the first open door. Sealy followed her and Fred took up the
rear, dragging his leg. Nancy had walked into a dark room and Sealy had just
followed without thinking. When Fred entered the room behind them, he
flipped the light switch and an array of gymnasium equipment gleamed under
the overhead florescent lights. It looked like a complete gym but something
was missing, something besides dark gothic paintings.

"This is really great," Sealy said, trying to be complimentary. He believed
in physical fitness but his biggest financial outlay was for a good pair of
running shoes. He realized that the missing element was the smell of sweat
that he had always associated with gyms, especially the gyms of his school
years. Instead, the room had a fragrant, female feeling.

"Nancy's World," Fred announced. "I use it, too, of course, to keep my upper
body in shape. I use the pool to keep my lower body in shape. This is her
favorite," he said, moving to a machine that looked like a mechanical god of
destruction. His good foot tapped something under the machine.

"Oh, dear," Nancy said as a golden vibrator rolled out from under the
machine.

"Ah, yes," Fred exclaimed, bending over carefully and slowly to pick up the
vibrator. He flicked it on and a soft hum filled the profound silence. "Both
internal and external vibrations, that's my Nancy."

In spite of himself, Sealy turned to look at her, expecting blushes and
cries of embarrassment but she stood easily with her legs slightly apart,
moistening her lips as she eyed the golden tool. Both of the Fergusons
seemed to be watching Sealy, waiting for his response. He gave nothing away,
however, having grown accustomed to a roll of the die that brought him
continually in contact with the erotic and the bizarre.

Hearing no judgments from her guest, Nancy walked easily over to her husband
and took the vibrator from his hand. "Don't run the battery down, Fred."

Fred rested his hammy hand on her shoulder and nuzzled her cheek. "You know,
Freely," he said, looking up at his guest, "one of Nancy's very favorite
things to do is to demonstrate her physical fitness equipment."

The now silent vibrator now made the silence more profound. "Is that right?"
Sealy responded at last. He was beginning to be very interested. Nancy's
nipples had grown harder under the silk; they growing columns of flesh
pushed the silk about a quarter inch out from the rest of her breasts. Both
Fred and Sealy could easily sense her excitement.

"Yes, that's right. Isn't it, honey?" Fred said, moving away from his wife
and sitting in a chair near the machine with a practiced motion that
demonstrated it was his chair.

Nancy shrugged and the silk dragged across her hard nipples. "Yes, I suppose
it is." She glanced at Sealy to see if he was interested. One glance down at
his crotch answered her question. "But, of course, there are rules."

"Oh, yes, my Nancy has rules for everything. Don't you, dear?"

"Rules make things simpler. With rules everyone knows what to expect and the
surprises are only pleasant surprises." She raised her eyebrows in Sealy's
direction. "Don't you agree, Sealy?"

He managed to nod his head as her pronunciation of his name tweaked
something deep in his brain again. He swallowed. "Oh, yes, I totally agree."

Nancy nodded, knowing that he agreed with more than the theory that rules
were necessary for a good system. "It's really very easy," she said,
touching the tip of the golden vibrator. "I work out, using all my machines,
and whoever is in the room can watch but THAT'S ALL. Just watch. No comments
and no movements or noises of any kind. If the rules are broken, then the
workout is over."

Sealy nodded, looking around the room, wondering what other kinds of
machines she was talking about. "I think those are good rules. I can go with
that."

Nancy smiled. Fred grunted. Sealy looked for a chair. Nancy turned and
walked to a door in the wall. Sealy wanted to watch her but he was more
involved in looking for a place to sit. While Nancy opened the door, Sealy
found a bench press and moved it a little bit so that he could watch Nancy
on the Shiva machine, where Fred was directing his angle of view. Sealy sat,
tapping his knee softly with the roll of newsletters as a soft pulsating
music filled the room.

Nancy carried a red gym bag over to the Shiva. She was totally
self-involved. Sealy felt invisible. She unzipped the top of the gym bag and
put the golden vibrator inside. Then she rummaged around inside the bag for
a long minute. Sealy was anxiously ready for the workout but he tried to be
patient.

She stood again and moved slightly to the music. She looked off into space
and started rubbing her hands up and down her sides. As she rubbed, her silk
blouse moved out of her pants, revealing some very white skin. Her long
fingernails teased the skin around her face and then along the outside of
her breasts. Sealy felt the heat move from his crotch up and down his body.

The song ended. Nancy reached over her head, stretching, and they could see
her white abdomen. When the next song started, she began unbuttoning her
blouse. After unclasping the last button, she turned around and stepped out
of her flats. She made some movements near her stomach and then pulled her
slacks down slowly, bending over as she pulled them down.

She was wearing light green panties that had ridden up around her cheeks.
She raised one foot, stepping out of her pants, and then the other. She laid
the pants on a machine behind her and then pulled her blouse off, still
facing away from the men.

When she turned back to face them, her nipples stood out firmly from her
breasts and she rubbed them, bringing them to life under her hands. She
closed her eyes, feeling the heat of her palms on her breasts and the heat
of the men's total attention. She squeezed them once tightly.

She moved over to the machine and threw one leg over, facing the men. Her
breasts moved tantalizingly. She was not flabby anywhere. Her breasts and
the muscles of her abdomen, arms and legs were firm. Sealy could see she
used her gym often. She had long and shapely legs. She pointed her toes,
flexing the muscles in her legs, as she reached around and brought two arms
of the machine out in front of her own arms.

She tested the resistance of the arms and her breasts jumped to attention.
She stole a glance at Sealy, and her smile told him that his reaction
pleased her. She began pumping the arms of the machine to the center of her
chest, and her breasts jumped and tensed with each motion. It didn't seem
possible to Sealy, but her nipples actually grew harder and longer. He felt
himself start to pant a little, and he took a deep breath. He had a feeling
he was going to have to pace himself.

She did about twenty pulls on the machine and then let the arms return to
the back. She had started to breathe more deeply. The down in the center of
her chest was damp. She touched it with one hand, rubbing her breast with
the other, and then let her hand slide down to her panties. She rolled back
on her buttocks a little, exposing her mons veneris more fully to her hand.
She rubbed the front of her panties and Sealy groaned softly in spite of
himself.

She stole another glance at him, this time without smiling, so he restrained
himself, remembering her rules, and he didn't want her to stop.

She rose a little from the bench, moved forward and then reclined back. Her
hand had not left the front of her panties. As she lay back, the hand began
to move in circular movements over her cunt and she closed her eyes.

She rubbed in circular movements one way, then back the other way, and then
she rubbed up and down. The room seemed really warm to Sealy but Fred didn't
seem uncomfortable. When Sealy glanced at him, Fred turned slowly and looked
at him, smiling at Sealy's obvious enjoyment of his wife's beautiful body.

Her rubbing grew more intense and then her fingers began to clench. One of
her feet rose a little from the ground and then she raised both legs up so
that they could see her buttocks. She began to play with her clitoris with
her index finger and thumb through her panties. The panties were wet.

She rubbed on the top of her clitoris with just her index finger. The
rubbing got faster and then they heard the sound of her orgasm as her vagina
opened and the air rushed into the vacuum of her pleasure, a sound that
reminded Sealy of when he was a child and had tried to pull her bare foot
from some sticky mud. She clenched her cunt with her whole hand, her legs
jerking as the orgasm racked her body.

She relaxed her legs and released her cunt. She stood up from the bench and
bent over the gym bag, her butt towards the men. Fred's mouth was open.
Sealy could tell that he wanted to comment on Nancy's explosive orgasm but
didn't want to violate her rules. They were both eager for the workout to
continue.

A new song started on the tape and Nancy shifted her weight in time with the
music. The effect of the shifting weight was to move each mound of her
buttock up and down and to stress the muscles in each leg. While she was
still bending over, she reached up and grabbed the top of her panties.
Sealy's mouth dropped open in anticipation.

Slowly, while still making her butt shift, she pulled the green panties
down. First her asshole was revealed, peeking out of the moving cheeks, and
then her cunt. A fold of fabric was wedged in her cunt and as she pulled her
panties down, the fold pulled out of her cunt and the wetness of her orgasm
dripped down like a slow drop of molasses.

She finished pulling her panties down and then, still bending over, spread
her feet apart so that the lips of her cunt hung down, engorged with blood
and come from her first orgasm. She pulled something out of her gym bag. At
first Sealy couldn't tell what it was but as she moved it up first one leg,
teasing herself with its touch, and then the other, he saw it was a large
dark dildo shaped like a man's penis.

She moved it higher and higher up her legs and when she lightly touched her
cunt with its dark tip, she had another orgasm. They heard the air sucked
into her cunt and she threw her head back with pleasure. She plunged the
dark dildo deep in her cunt while it was wide open.

It must have been about ten inches long, and she thrust most of it inside
her dripping cunt. Then she started moving it in and out in quick motions.
The pink lips of her cunt were pulled in and out with the movement of the
dildo. Her other hand reached around and felt her asshole. First she just
teased her asshole with the tip of her finger, and then she started rubbing
it in the same rhythm as the dildo.

Sealy's mouth was very dry, so he closed it and shifted his weight. His
rock-hard dick shifted in his pants and he knew that he would have to change
before he handed out any more newsletters.

Nancy's movements went faster and faster, and then she slapped her butt and
exploded in another orgasm. She pulled the dildo out and detonated. She sank
down to her knees. She put the dildo in the bag and rubbed her juicy cunt
with a red towel. Then she stood, dropping the towel into the open bag. She
rubbed both her breasts and turned to find her blouse.

While she dressed, the men were completely silent. They watched in awe as
Nancy put all her clothes back on, closed the gym bag and returned it to her
closet. After she turned off the music, she looked at both the men.

"That was a pretty good workout, I think," she said nonchalantly.

Fred nodded and rose slowly.

Sealy cleared his throat. "Yes, it was, I think, Nancy." She looked at him
and smiled. "Thank you," he said, smiling.

"You're welcome, Sealy."

"Yeah, neighbor," Fred said, "come see us again."

Sealy hardly noticed their passage to the front door with the required
social chit chat. He said good bye and breathed deeply as the door closed
behind him. He noticed that the newsletters he had been carrying were soggy
now. Oh, well. Maybe the other neighbors wouldn't notice.