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Subject: {ASSM} The Girl Next Door 1 {Martin Suncrest} (fM, voy, no sex)
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Date: Fri, 11 Feb 2005 10:10:02 -0500
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The Girl Next Door
By Martin Suncrest

Sometimes when I'm sitting at my desk in my apartment, I'll get
tired of staring at the computer screen, and take a look out the
window to see what's going on outside. Just below and to the left
of 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
looks of her school uniform, I would say that the daughter is
probably a high school student, even though her mother looks pretty
young for someone who has a child that age. Both mother and
daughter are quite good looking in fact. They have such clear skin,
long shiny black hair, perky little bodies and those exotic almond
shaped eyes that sort of draw you in.  I don't know them that well,
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 this place 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 every once in a while, the daughter would be doing
things that seemed 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, you
know, 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 back in the States.  She'd
stand there looking up at my building and the other buildings that
border her yard.  It got to the point where she'd done it so many
times I began to 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 just below my window, so I can see her quite well, but
for some reason, she doesn't ever seem to notice me.  I guess it
must be the lace sheers I have hung on my window 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 long 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. 
So as not to alarm her, I moved away from the window, and tried to
concentrate on my work, but then I heard the click clack of her
sandals coming down the steps.  She'd got my curiosity up, and so
eventually, I stood up again, and peeked through the curtains at
her standing there just below.

Her legs were bare, and the hem of her t-shirt was fluttering a
bit in the wind.  I just stayed there, staring at her for a long
while, fascinated by her innocent young beauty.  She had such
delicate features, almost like a model or one of those teen idols
that you see on TV so much 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.  I guess she must be a cheerleader at school,
and was just 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 more 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
completely about my work, now absolutely intrigued by my daring
little neighbor.  I moved closer to the window, and pulled my
shears away, so I could get a better look.  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 buttocks,
and a dark patch in between.  Could she be wearing a black thong?
This struck me as quite strange.  She couldn't be much older than
seventeen, eighteen at most, and I'd always imagined her as the shy
innocent type.  Sweet sixteen, never been kissed.

She reached up, and spread her legs again, and I was astonished by
what I saw.  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 down at her, but there was
no mistaking it.  She was walking around outside in a short t-shirt
and not much else.

At first, I just kind of stood there, stunned.  Never in my
wildest dreams did I expect this young innocent waif of a girl to
be so delightfully naughty.  So that's why she always seemed
anxious about coming out into her own backyard!  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 ever do such a thing?  I was completely amazed.

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.  She can't know I'm up here obviously.  If she did, there's
no way she would have come out here dressed like that.  So why
won't she do me a favor, and turn around?  I've been a good boy. 
If lady luck could just grant me one more wish...

Unfortunately, my little princess seemed determined to continue
facing the other way.  On the plus side, though, as she became more
accustomed to being outside in such a skimpy little tee, she began
to get braver, reaching up higher and higher almost as if she were
deliberately pulling the shirt hem up to expose more and 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 after that, delighted by my
discovery, replaying it over and over again in my mind.  She really
did have the cutest little ass I think I've ever seen, round, a bit
pudgy perhaps, but with curves in all the right places.  Looking at
it made me just want to... well, you know, get to know her better.

The more I thought about it though, I still couldn't understand
how such a bright innocent young girl as her, from what seemed such
a fine upstanding family could go ahead, and do something so
utterly kinky, so brazen, so daring.  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 seemed like the shyest little shrinking violet, the very
picture of virgin purity and virtue.  The way she was blushing and
quivering whenever she stood there at her back door 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 enjoyed embarrassing
herself, tempting fate, being nude or whatever.  Maybe she'd tried
it once, and then got so hooked she couldn't help herself anymore. 
Whatever it was, I was thrilled.  Perhaps I still didn't know her
very well, but I did know a secret about her, something probably 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 little virgin flasher right here
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 on a tripod just at the edge of the sheers.  That way, if she
ever came out, and did something like that again, I'd be ready. 
She really is the most gorgeous girl, and I still couldn't get over
the fact that she would do something like this.  It just 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 little games, and
that was the last thing I wanted her to do.

Eventually, I got back into my work, and almost forgot about her,
but then late one night, I got tired of working, and decided to go
out for little bit of fresh air.  I stopped in to rent a movie at
the local DVD store, 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, which I didn't
quite catch.  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, concentrating trying to overhear their conversation.  Miss
Hamada's first name was apparently Mayu, and her friend was Megumi.
Cute names I thought. Their speech was sprinkled with lines and
catch phrases from popular TV shows with which I was only vaguely
familiar, 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.  Megumi was in these boys-style pajamas, and the lovely Mayu
had on a thigh length t-shirt, sandals, an ankle bracelet and
perhaps not much else.  The tender flesh of her long bare legs
shone radiantly in the store's bright light.  Mayu must be sleeping
over at Megumi's house, and they'd just come out to pick up some
late night snacks.

Pretending I'd forgotten something, I headed down the aisle where
they were standing.  Megumi was standing with her back to me, but
Mayu saw me and told her to move out of the way, so I could get
past.  Mayu stared up at me with wide eyes as I drew nearer, and it
was no wonder. Her t-shirt was clinging tightly to her tender
little tits, and there was no mistaking the shape of her nipples.
She huddled up against the shelves as I made my way past, but the
hem of her t-shirt had gotten caught in the crack of her bum,
making it painfully obvious she was wearing nothing at all
underneath her thin white t-shirt.  Looking at her there quivering
nervously, perhaps realizing that I had found out her secret,
somehow made her seem sexier than ever.  I strained to hide my
mounting 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 much again 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 exhibition - the stress of studying for
Japan's notoriously difficult university entrance exams.

Not too long after, I saw Mayu come home from school.  A little
while later, I saw her mother go out.  That probably meant that
dear little Mayu was at home all alone in their big house.  I was
trying to finish up a long translation for work, but I couldn't
concentrate on it at all.  I kept wondering what Mayu might be up
to.  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 what was going on.  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.

She had a big towel wrapped around her, and her hair was obviously
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 absolutely still, silently praying for her to come outside in
just the towel.  Fresh from the shower, she exuded this sweet
healthy sexuality. She finally 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.  Almost as if
she was deliberately posing for me, she pulled her hair back out of
her eyes, and peered around at all the clothes hanging 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 a sigh, 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 slender
young waist.  She looked very intent as if bracing to do something,
and eventually she slid the door open again, and very 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 the other way.  I let out a sigh of
relief.  That was close.  I lined up the camera again, but she
started walking toward my building, and then went under my balcony
right 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 big glass
balcony doors from inside, and 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 on the street, or if our neighbors look out the window, 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 was
moving forward so slowly, and obviously trembling with fear or
perhaps excitement.  I couldn't take the suspense, not being able
to see, so I ever so quietly pushed open my balcony door, and stood
hiding behind the sheers peering around the curtain with one eye. I
moved forward just far enough to see her, but I couldn't very well
pull the camera out.  I just stood there watching, and 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, but somehow managed to miss me standing huddled
behind the curtains in the door.  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 extends up from this concrete trench 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, suddenly standing there half naked, her short
hoodie nowhere near long enough to cover her exquisite young pussy
and ass.  Both her pitch-black pussy hair and her curvy white young
hips looked so soft and inviting.  I was getting very seriously
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
completely luscious body she had.  Almost as if to emphasize that
point, she leaned far forward over the railing pointing her
scrumptious little behind high in the air.  I grabbed my camera,
and focused in on it, getting a clear shot of her beautiful ass
with her little pink pussy lips just peeking out from in between. 
They were glistening wet in the sun, and I almost shot my load.
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? There's just no way I'd be able
to jump down.

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 could
get 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,
rather than continue to run around bottomless. She disappeared from
sight, and then as she climbed back up, she was looking up this
way.  I backed away from the window, but 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 little rear.  I was still breathing heavily, but she
disappeared back under my balcony and out of sight.  She must be
horny as heck too by now.  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 quickly slipped back
inside, out of sight again.  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 couldn't
see so well because it was at quite a sharp angle.  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

Martin Suncrest
Don Gordon has graciously agreed to host my stories at his
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And his ftp site:
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/DonGordon
You can contact me through the forms on his site.

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