mysterious neighbor Chapter 2
My last stop was at an electronics store where I purchased the software to learn how to save the photos to a disc. The sales girl was very patient in helping me select some software to make it easier and I made a new friend in the process. As I sat in the car, my cell phone rang.
"Have you seen your neighbor yet?" Lilly asked.
"Oh yeah," I replied. "All of her."
"Oh, did I forget to tell you she loves being naked?:"
"Gee, I guess you did."
"She's lovely, isn't she?"
"Really? I hadn't noticed," I lied.
They were both laughing and I knew I was busted.
"So how are things going up there?"
"Well, lets see, I guess I'd have to say rather well. I pretty well have one of my figure studies fixed in my mind. I'll do it in charcoal and see how it looks, and if I like it, I'll do it in water colors. I already have the color pallet figured out, and I'm pretty confident. I have some thoughts about the others, but I don't have the image I want yet, and it's harder to do without a live model."
"Don't ask your neighbor, honey. I promised we'd leave her alone."
"I won't, but I wish I could. She'd be ideal."
"I know. I had a hard time staying away. I started fantasizing about meeting her. When we actually met, I almost made a fool of myself."
"You've actually met her? Oh my god. What's she like?"
"What you see is what you get. She is just the sweetest woman you'll ever meet."
"I can't figure out who she is," I said, hoping she'd let her silence slip.
"You'll remember and when you do, I promise you'll want to meet her even more."
"I think it's for the best that we don't meet," I said. "I'm having some strange feelings and I'm not sure why. I might act like an absolute idiot."
"Are you saying what I think you're saying?" she asked.
"I don't know, Lilly. I just don't know. I don't understand it myself and I'm not sure what I'm going to do about it."
"Don't fight it honey. You'll make a wreck of yourself. She can't do anything to make you into something you aren't. I'll tell you a secret. Jillian and I have both sampled the meat on that menu more than once. It doesn't mean that you're a lesbian or anything else. It just means that you are discovering a side of yourself you weren't aware of. There's nothing wrong with wanting it both ways. Nothing at all."
"I'm just not sure," I said. "How long have you two been that way?"
"Years, honey. It's one of the things that sent your mother off against me."
"Maybe she's just jealous, " I said.
"Wouldn't that be a hoot?" Lilly said. "My s****r the cunt lapper."
"Lilly, you are impossible," I said.
By the time we finished talking I was already feeling easier about my situation. It didn't matter though, because the bag of toys in the car was mute evidence that my body was accepting it, even if my mind wasn't sure. While I was out, I picked up more spot remover and room deodorizer.
When I got home, I unpacked the toys I'd bought, sterilized them, and dried them off. I put them in the end table drawer next to the couch, along with some lube.
The next morning, I took up my position at the observation window and made sure the cameras were charged and ready. The camera was on a tripod, aimed and focused at the spot where I was sure she would be later. At the right time, I would set it on sequential operation, setting it for about every two minutes. The recorder was on the table in front of the window, with the zoom and exposure already set.
When she came strolling down the walk that morning, she seemed almost giddy in her movements, and when she got to the dock, she spread her feet apart and started swaying her hips back and forth with her arms out. Beauty in motion, I thought to myself. She went into some stretch moves, moving into some ballet moves. When she raised her hands to the sky and stared doing pirouettes, I had a hard time maintaining focus. I was so excited, my heart was racing. With all those moves, I probably had my poses for my figure studies and then some. I almost lost it when she started touching her toes with her ass toward me. Her pussy was so inviting and it looked like I could reach out and touch it. Oh, how I wished I could.
The video I was getting would be absolutely priceless and I could hardly wait to show it to Lilly and Jillian. They were going to love it.
I was disappointed when she didn't play this time. She swam for a few minutes, did some more stretches and danced back up to the cottage. The look on her face was pure happiness and I wondered if someone was going to get laid. It certainly wouldn't be me. Even my toys didn't appeal to me at that time.
I set the cameras up by the laptop and went to get some lunch. As I ate, I leafed through some of the magazines I'd picked up in town. The copy of Arts and Artists was the brand new issue and there was a lot of information about new shows, new galleries, new artists, etc. I read through them and circled some things I wanted to get back into. As I turned a page, I almost screamed. The lead picture on the article was my neighbor. "Of course," I yelled. "Damn it, why didn't I recognize her?" Auburn hair framed her face beautifully and those blue-green eyes seemed to burn directly into mine. Her smile was so genuine and beautiful that I wanted to kiss her. I turned to the first page of the article and read that Jennifer Finch had seemingly disappeared on a well deserved vacation. Rumor had it that she was hiding in the high country in either Colorado or Wyoming. "Wrong," I said. "She's right next door."
Jennifer Finch..artist..photographer...gifted pianist..was right next door and I wasn't allowed to meet her. Holy shit, it just wasn't fair. She'd just finished a very successful showing at the Drake Gallery in New York and an unknown collector was negotiating to buy "GIRL IN THE AIRE," a figure study of a nude girl with her body seemingly flying toward the clouds. It was a stunning piece and one that she had said she might not sell at all. If she sold it, the price would be in the millions. I'd loved it the very first time I saw it. In fact, I had a print ordered from Comstock's, an on-line purveyor of fine quality prints and art work. It would take me years to pay it off, but it was worth every penny.
"Oh my god," I moaned. I had watched Jennifer Finch masturbate and to make it worse, I masturbated right along with her.
Lilly was right. I really wanted to meet her now, but I'm a fanatic about the value of respecting one's privacy and that extended to Jennifer Finch. Perhaps the reason for her joy this morning was in knowing that she could get whatever she wanted for "Girl in the Aire."
It was certainly going to change the way I looked at her from now on. What a privilege to be able to see her naked, knowing that she was just a couple hundred feet away from me at that very minute.
By the end of that week, I'd taken hundreds of photos, and several hours of video and lined up along my studio wall were a dozen charcoal nudes in various poses, and two watercolors. On my easel was another water color that was going to be at least one of my favorites. Leaning against a chair was the start of a colored pencil sketch of what I hoped would be my "interpretive study" when I was done.
I had one watercolor completed that was a large piece. It was the pose she took when she stretched skyward the first time I watched her. I was very pleased with the color choices and the way I drew her. It was certainly the most sensuous piece I'd ever done but I wasn't sure how it would go over since her slit was well defined.
I had more than enough photos I spent the next few days working and masturbating , either with her, or in front of the TV while her pictures and videos drove me to it. I needed to get started on the sculpture but I don't like to work in more than one medium at a time. Besides, I hadn't decided what photo I would use.
I got the interpretive study done and loved it. More importantly, I knew that Professor Whitlow would love it. I put it on a small table, leaning it against the wall where I could see it and enjoy it. The watercolor of the first pose I'd chosen sat on another small table on the opposite end of the wall. I didn't want to compare them.
I decided to use charcoal for the second medium and I had a lot to choose from, so it was time to face the challenge of the sculpture. It was incredibly frustrating. The clay was too wet, the clay was too dry, the clay was....whatever.
"Damn it," I yelled, after the clay just wouldn't hold the shape I wanted. I balled it up and threw it into the pail and just sat there. It was my last challenge and it was my hardest. I was covered with clay, my hair was a stringy mess from where I kept pushing it back, and I felt like hell.
The sound of someone knocking at my door brought me to my feet quickly. Who the hell could that be? I wasn't sure if I should go to the door or not. What if it was some pervert? I had no way to defend myself and I was too exhausted to even try.
I eased the door open and stood in shock to see Jennifer standing there, her lovely smile sending shock waves through me that had me quivering. She wore a simple white summer dress over her bikini and she looked delicious.
What was she going to say when she saw my work? It was too late to hide everything. I knew that she had the capability to make all my work so far be for nothing. Most of all though, was the fact that in seeing my work, she would know that I'd been spying on her. Oh my god, what was I going to do?