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The Girl Next Door 1: Mayu's Secret By Don Gordon Sometimes when I'm working on a translation for work in my apartment, I'll take a peek out the window just to see what's going on outside. Just below my balcony, there is quite a large house where a Japanese family lives (I live in Tokyo). Sometimes, I see the mother or the daughter out in their backyard hanging out their laundry. From the daughter's uniform, you can tell she's in high school. She looked a bit older than that though, and soon one of the clerks in the grocery store confirmed that she'd missed a year of school, and so was already 18. Both mother and daughter are quite good looking in fact - clear skin, perky bodies, long shiny black hair and exotic almond shaped eyes. I hadn't really talked to them yet, but I must say when they do come out of their house, it forms quite a pleasant diversion from my work. Some of my friends have been saying I should move out of this apartment, and get a bigger place, but actually, lately it has started to grow on me, and I'll tell you why. I'm not sure what first set me off, but actually, I noticed quite a while ago that sometimes the daughter would do things that seem a bit peculiar. At first, I didn't think much of it. After school, she would come out on the back step dressed in her sailor suit school uniform. You've probably seen them, a pleated navy flare miniskirt, white blouse with a blue collar and a red kerchief tied around her neck, sort of like the uniforms girls wear at private schools in the States. She'd stand there looking all around, scanning my building and all the other buildings that border her yard. I couldn't help but wonder what she was up to. She'd just stand there in the doorway, fluttering her eyelashes nervously, and only when she seemed satisfied that no one was watching would she come out. Her yard is directly below my window, so I can see her quite well, but I don't think she knows I'm here. Maybe it's my lace sheers or the darkness of my room compared to how bright it is outside. This went on for a few weeks, and then one afternoon, instead of her uniform, she appeared at the back door dressed in a thigh-length t-shirt holding a laundry basket in front of her. She stood there for a long time looking all around just like she always did. I tried to ignore her, and focus on my work, but soon I heard the click clack of her sandals coming down the steps. Curious, I stood up, and peeked through the curtains down at her just below. Her legs were bare, and the hem of her t-shirt was fluttering a bit in the wind. I couldn't help but stare, fascinated by her beauty. She had such delicate features, almost like a model or one of those teen idols that you see on TV here. I slowly realized that her cheeks, usually a pale white, had turned a darker shade of pink, almost red. What's that about? Is she blushing, for heaven's sake? That's strange. I couldn't figure out what she'd be blushing about just standing in her backyard like that. She set down her laundry basket, turning her back to me, picked up what looked like a cheerleader's skirt, and reached up to hang it on the clothesline. She must be a cheerleader at school, and was washing her uniform. I glanced down at her hips. As she reached further and further up to clip the skirt onto the line, the hem of her t-shirt kept rising up the back of her lovely young thighs. I kept expecting her panties to pop into view, but instead all I could see was skin. Her two round buttocks slid out, their round pinkness glowing brightly in the light of the warm afternoon sun. Can she be wearing a thong for heaven's sake? No wonder she was blushing. The little devil! She got the skirt clipped to the line, and came back down, her t-shirt once again covering her cute little fanny. I forgot about my work, intrigued by my nubile young neighbor. I moved closer to the window, and pulled my shears away, so I could see better. She reached down again for the next item, a pair of her panties apparently. As she leaned forward, I caught another glimpse of the cheeks of her butt and a dark patch in between. Could she be wearing a black thong? This struck me as strange. I'd always imagined her as the shy innocent type. Then she reached up, and spread her legs again, and it finally hit me! No panties, no thong, just two cute little round buttocks, and a shock of soft black pubic hair hanging down between. I rubbed my eyes, and squinted, but there was no mistaking it. She was walking around outside in a short t-shirt with no panties on underneath. She was freemuffing it, commando, starkers! I couldn't believe it! At first, I just kind of stood there, stunned. Never would I have guessed that this innocent young girl could be so naughty. So that's why she seemed so anxious about coming out. She probably hadn't had any underwear on under her uniform either. The cheeky little devil! Who would have thought such a sweet looking girl would do such a thing? I was flabbergasted. I stood there watching her, wondering if she would turn around, and give me a peek at her pussy as well. She kept her back to me though. I was pretty sure she didsn't know I'm up here. If she did, there's no way she'd come out dressed like that. But why won't she turn around? If lady luck could just grant me one more wish... Unfortunately, she seemed determined to stay facing the other way. On the plus side, though, as she became more accustomed to being outside, she became braver, reaching up higher and higher pulling the shirt hem up exposing ever more of her cute little backside. I started to wonder if I should go fetch my camera, but then her mother called for her. She jumped, a bit startled perhaps, and then rushed back inside the house. I just sat there for the longest time, mulling over what I'd just witnessed. I'd dated some cute women before, but I must say she really did have the cutest ass I've ever seen. Looking at it made me want to... well, you know, get to know her better. The more I thought about it though, I still couldn't understand how such an innocent girl as her, from what seemed a respectable family could do something so kinky. As far as I could see, she didn't have a boyfriend. I'd seen her out shopping with her mother sometimes, or talking with her friends on the train to school, and she always acted like a sweet little angel, the very picture of virgin purity and virtue. The way she was blushing and quivering seemed to suggest that she was embarrassed by what she was doing. But then why? Why take the chance of getting caught? The only thing I could think of was that she was getting a kick out of embarrassing herself, tempting fate or whatever. Maybe she'd tried it once, and got so hooked she couldn't stop. Whatever it was, this was all good news for me. I didn't know her very well, but I did know a secret about her, something perhaps no one else knew. I couldn't wait to see her again. Just knowing she did things like this brightened my day no end. I decided to write, and tell my friends back home in the States. They'll never believe it! A cute virgin flasher right in my own backyard. I need some proof though I guess. I knew this might not be the most gentlemanly thing to do, but I was so excited I ended up getting out my camcorder and a telephoto lens, and set it up by the window. That way, if she ever came out, and did it again, I'd be ready. She really is the cutest thing. I couldn't get over the fact that she would do something like this. It seemed to good to be true. Unfortunately, I didn't see her again for quite some time. I wondered where she'd disappeared to, and I even ended up going down to their front gate. The nameplate said "Hamada" on it. A few days later, I bumped into the mom at the grocery store, and said hi. I thought about asking about her daughter, but decided not to. If it got back to little Miss Hamada that a "gaijin" (foreigner) was asking about her, she might stop playing her games, and that was the last thing I wanted her to do. Soon I went back to my work, but then late one night, I decided to go out for a walk. I stopped in to rent a movie, and then headed across to the convenience store to pick up some snacks. I was standing there in front of the drink fridge mulling over what to buy when I heard the voices of two young girls come into the store. They came into the next aisle over, and were giggling away about some in-joke. I peered over the shelf, and sure enough it was young Miss Hamada and one of her friends, the girl I usually saw riding with her to school on the train. I wondered what the two of them could be doing out so late. I tensed, trying to overhear their conversation. Miss Hamada's first name was apparently Mayu, and her friend was Megumi. Cute names. Megumi looked a bit older too, perhaps 18 as well. Their speech was peppered with lines from popular TV shows, but whatever it was they were talking about, they kept breaking out into laughter every few minutes. I grabbed a carton of juice, and walked over to the counter to get a better look at them. I was kind of shocked to see Megumi in boy-style pajamas and Mayu in her thigh length t-shirt, sandals and an ankle bracelet. I gulped. Had she come out pantiless even here? The tender pink flesh of her bare legs shone radiantly in the store's bright light. Mayu must be sleeping over at Megumi's, and they'd come for some snacks. Getting up my nerve, I headed down the aisle towards them. Megumi had her back to me, but Mayu saw me, and motioned for her to get out of my way. Mayu stared up at me, panicking. It was no wonder she was scared. Her loose weave t-shirt was clinging to her tits. There was no mistaking the shape of her nipples. She pressed up against the shelves as I passed. The hem of her t-shirt had gotten caught in the crack of her buttocks, making it clear she had nothing on underneath. Looking at her there quivering somehow made her seem sexier than ever. Despite myself, I was developing a massive hard on. They moved towards the counter, and fascinated, I couldn't help but follow. The shop clerk glanced back and forth at them as he rung their items through. While they faced him, I slipped around behind, and leaned over to get a better look at Mayu's cute little ass. Even through her t-shirt, it was exquisite. If she'd only lean forward a little more... They paid their bill, and then quickly skeedaddled out of the store. Mayu looked back at me through the store window, perhaps finally recognizing me as her neighbor. She squatted down for a moment outside the store, apparently refastening the buckle on her sandals. I quickly paid for my own things, but by the time, I made it outside, they were gone. After that, I didn't see Mayu except for the odd time coming back from school, or heading out with her mom. At least, I'd found out her name, and I managed to stumble on her school one day while I was out for a walk. I just saw her for a second, but it seemed to be a private girl's school of some kind. Maybe that's what drove her to dabble in exhibitionism - the stress of studying for exams. Then one day, I saw Mayu come home from school. A little while later, I saw her mother go out. That probably meant that Mayu was at home alone in their big house. I was trying to finish up a long translation for work, but I couldn't concentrate. I kept wondering what Mayu was doing. I peered out the window to see if she would come out. I saw something moving through the sliding glass doors at the back of their house, but it was hard to tell for sure. I looked at the camera, which was still on its tripod, and wondered if I should get it ready. I pulled it over, and tried to peer in through the window, but I couldn't really see her at all until she stepped out from behind their sheers. Oh gawd! She had a towel wrapped around her, and her hair was wet. She'd probably just taken a shower, and was looking out at the laundry hanging in the back yard for something to wear. I stood still, praying for her to come outside. Fresh from the shower, she exuded this healthy sexuality. She pushed open the glass door, and stepped out into a pair of sandals on the back step. I pressed record on the camcorder, and focused in on her. Almost as if she was posing, she pulled her hair back out of her eyes, and peered around at the clothes on the line. Her towel blew a little in the wind. The little vixen really seemed to be enjoying this, tempting fate with her daring. She reached out, and felt a hoodie with one hand, apparently to see if it was dry, then pulled it off the line, and went back inside. I breathed out, fearing that the show was over. Finally, a few minutes later, she reappeared at the door. She had the hoodie on top and the towel was wrapped around her waist. She looked very intent as if bracing to do something, and eventually she slid the door open again, and cautiously stepped out. She looked up this way. I froze, holding my breath, worried she'd found me out. Her eyes didn't change though, and soon she turned, and looked away. That was close. I lined up the camera again, but she walked toward my building, and went under my balcony out of my line of sight. Now what do I do? I know she's down there, but I can't very well go out on my balcony. She'd hear the noise of the sliding door for sure. I got up on my tiptoes peering out through the glass doors. I finally caught a glimpse of her head. She was staring down the laneway that ran next to her house to the street. What does she think she's doing? If someone walks by, or if our neighbors look out, they'll see her. Heck, I can see her. There's probably someone else watching her already. It did look like she was aware that she was taking quite a chance walking out to where she could be seen from the street. She moved forward slowly, trembling with fear or excitement. I couldn't take the suspense, so I ever so quietly pushed open my balcony door, and peered down at her through the sheers. I could see her, but I couldn't use the camera. I just stood there watching, waiting to see what she would do. I don't know if she heard the door, but she looked back up this way for a second, somehow still missing me. All this hide-and-seek was playing havoc with my heart. The excitement, the tension in the air was incredible. Seemingly satisfied that no one was there, she moved over to this rail fence that runs along the side of their house. I hadn't really noticed it before, but I guess it is supposed to let sunlight into the basement windows. She started rubbing her bottom up against the fence, and again I wondered what she was up to. Then, suddenly the towel came undone, and fell to the ground! There she was, half naked, her short hoodie nowhere near long enough to cover her exquisite pussy and ass. Both her pitch-black pussy hair and her curvy white hips looked so soft and inviting. I was getting turned on just looking at her. She was looking back and forth trying to make out as if dropping the towel had been an accident, but with one foot, she skillfully kicked it under the fence. It fell straight down into the trench, leaving her a few yards from the street with nothing to cover her. She brought her fingers up, and covered her open mouth, skillfully playing the damsel in distress. More than the coy acting though, I couldn't get over what a luscious body she has. Almost as if to emphasize that point, she leaned forward over the railing pointing her scrumptious behind in the air. I grabbed my camera, and focused in on it, getting a clear shot of her beautiful ass. Her pink pussy lips were glistening wet in the sun. God, she is such a work. I don't think I've ever seen such a sexy girl in my whole life. I couldn't control myself anymore. I lurched forward on to my balcony, and stared down over the edge. It was five, six yards straight down. What am I thinking? It's not like I could jump. She raised her head back up, and I realized she might be able to see me, so I quickly slipped back inside my apartment. My heart was pounding in my chest, and it took a few seconds before I got up the nerve to look back out. In the meantime, she'd opened the gate in the fence, and climbed down into the trench obviously wanting to get her towel back. She disappeared from sight, and then when she came back up, I backed away from the window. I wanted so much to see what was going on. I waited for as long as I could, and then cautiously peeked back out. Fortunately, she was standing with her back to me facing the street tying her long black hair up in a ponytail. I debated what to do. I finally left my camera on my desk, and edged forward again, gathering the curtain around me to hide. As I inched forward, I saw first her hoodie extending most of the way down her back and then... her delicious little bare bottom, shining invitingly in the bright sunlight. She had planted her legs so far apart I could see a tantalizing little lick of pubic hair peeking out from between them. I wanted so much to go down there, and... well, give her a good spanking... or perhaps something a little more enjoyable for the two of us. As she turned, I realized she'd been clutching the corner of the towel in her teeth using it to hide her pussy from anyone who might walk by on the street in front of her. The towel had gotten wet on the ground, but unable to take the tension anymore, she turned, and wrapped it tightly around her curvaceous rear. I was still breathing heavily, but she disappeared back under my balcony and out of sight. She must be horny too. I wonder if I should go down, and knock on her door. The whole problem was I didn't really have any excuse to talk to her. 'I just happened to notice you running around naked in your backyard, and...' No, that wouldn't do. I hurried over to the side window, but she had gone inside. I watched, and waited to see if she would come back out. There was no sign of her for the longest time, and then I caught a glimpse of something moving in the glass doors way down the far end of the back of her house. I kept wondering if I should go down there, but that wouldn't be good if I just walked straight into her backyard uninvited. Behind her backyard was the wall of an auto garage or something, so that was no help. I don't suppose I'd be able to see anything from the street that runs in front of the garage either. I felt so frustrated, but I didn't know what to do. I wanted so much to talk to her, to introduce myself, but I couldn't think of what I could say. Anyway, it didn't look like she was coming out again, so I finally sat down. I hooked up my camera to my computer, and downloaded a few vidcaps onto my hard drive. There were some choice ones, especially of her leaning over the rail with her cute little butt in the air. I picked out the best one, and emailed it off to my friend John back in the States. I titled the email "The girl next door." This will get him going. Can't wait to hear what he says. To be continued Don Gordon If you liked this story, please drop me a line using the form below:
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