7 Sep
2008

Another Evening Without an ASBO

I have a very hot, very tolerant neighbour. Five foot two or thereabouts with brown, shoulder length hair, big brown eyes and  the firmest, cutest body I think my teenage son has ever seen, I know I am very lucky to have her. Not only does she put up with my garden antics which I’m sure she has witnessed from time to time (two of her windows overlook my garden) but she does so with a sense of humour. Over the past month we’ve become a little closer due to the fact that I had no hot water and she has a very nice shower. I’m not certain but fairly confident that the single woman who occupied the house before her moved out when she could no longer bear to look out her windows for fear of what she might encounter. She stopped talking to me shortly after I’d had a sex party in my garden. Well, none of the other neighbours seemed to mind.

Two weeks ago, after having a shower my HN (Hot Neighbour) said to me, ‘Did you read in the papers the other day about the woman who got an ASBO (Anti Social Behaviour Order) for parading around naked in her garden?’

‘No,’ I said. ‘I must have missed that story.’

‘You better be careful,’ she said laughing. ‘If you ever piss me off, you might be getting one of those.’

‘I’ll bear that in mind,’ I said, also laughing.

With that thought in my head, I stepped naked into my garden last night, followed by my two favourite fun guys, Greg and Steve. The rain had only recently stopped and the sandstone tiles were glistening. As I stepped in the tub, I turned around to look at the surrounding houses. Two rooms had their lights on next door but I couldn’t see anyone in the rooms. The house on the other side of mine had three lights on but again, I couldn’t see anyone moving around in them. Then there was the house behind mine. That one looked all dark. I sank down in the 39 degree water, Steve and Greg by my side.

‘Oh, I’d forgotten how great this is,’ said Steve. ‘What a way to spend a Saturday night.’

‘Yes, it’s not bad, is it?’ I said whilst stradding Greg’s thick cock and grabbing onto the side of the tub. I love it for the way I can get into all sorts of acrobatic positions that I’d never be able to accomplish out of the water. The water was washing away my fluids as fast as I was producing them but once the big head of his cock slid through the entrance, he went in easily. We kissed and for a moment, it felt like it was just the two of us. We have a special kind of intimacy. Not the intimacy of two people who love each other but the intimacy of two people who have known each other a long time.

Advice for Boys and Girls: If you want to keep the lust alive in your relationship (fuck buddy or otherwise), see your partner every six weeks. After four years, we’ve not had one bad night and it just keeps getting better.

I could feel his thick cock swell inside me as I slowly rode the shaft, gripping the head with my pussy as it neared the top. The air was the perfect temperature, just slightly cool so that each time I lifted my body I felt a slight chill and then the warmth again as I entered the water and ground down on his cock.

Reaching behind me, I took my left hand and reached for Steve’s cock. Nine inches and already fully erect, I slowly started milking him, not with any goal in mind but just enjoying the water and the feeling of having two cocks to play with. I’d been with the guys for almost a year now and we had developed a rhythm, building up the excitement and then taking it down again. I knew it would be at least two hours before anyone orgasmed. Then Steve moved around, sitting on the edge of the tub and placing his cock in my mouth, I sucked and licked him, working the head and then moving down the shaft until he was deep in my throat. Greg was still inside me, fucking me so slowly it was almost unnoticeable but still, with Steve’s cock in my mouth, we were now moving into ASBO territory.

I looked around. Still no movement in any of the rooms facing the tub.

Then I lifted off Greg’s cock, turned around and stood in the tub, my ass now facing Greg. He knew that was the signal to enter me from behind and he was in so quickly, Steve laughed. ‘You didn’t waste any time there, did you? he said while moving around the tub so that his cock was directly in front of me. I grabbed it with my mouth and soon he was so hard I thought he might lose it right there and then. ‘Oh, fuck,’ he said and I could feel the veins start to throb. Then he pulled back. He was the master of self-control. Greg could last for hours but once he got in my ass, I knew where it was going whereas Steve could seemingly fuck all day and night and never come.

After forty minutes or so we retreated back to the house and moved into the bedroom, where we stayed until we passed out on my bed, fully satiated and totally exhausted. Another evening had passed and I’d avoided getting an ASBO. It was a good night.

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The Fury said on September 7, 2008 15:11 pm...

Very Very hot! Your drive always amazes me. Now…how long before the Hot Neighbor is invited to a sex party?

Suzanne said on September 7, 2008 15:54 pm...

She has friends who are swingers but it would just be too weird. I like to keep it local but the next door neighbour is a bit too local.

mimi of sexagenarian and the city said on September 7, 2008 17:15 pm...

when i was growing up in nyc we lived opposite a hotel where a lot of dubious people stayed. once, when i was about 13 or so, i could see right out my bedroom window, in a room in the hotel, a woman walking around totally naked while 2 clothed men watched.

i told my mother.

now, how many mothers would do what she did? she told me to turn the lights off in my room, so i couldn’t be seen watching these people. then we both brought our dinners into the bedroom and sat there in the dark, eating and watching the scene [which never got more intense than i've described above] in the hotel room opposite.

is there one other mother on this entire planet who would do what mine did??

well, that kind of upbringing made me what i am today.
*****
Don’t Ask.

mimi of sexagenarian and the city said on September 7, 2008 17:20 pm...

PS
oh dear, suzanne, i guess i’ve just implicitly categorized you as ‘dubious’!!

well, take it as a compliment.

Suzanne said on September 7, 2008 18:33 pm...

I’m ok with dubious. I can’t see my mother doing what your mother did. She would have shut the blinds.

ian said on September 8, 2008 0:38 am...

You getting a ASBO could be mistrued as a great publicity for you, so just think if you appeared in all the papers and especially the tabloids, you might sell lots and lots of more books, and invited on tv shows to tell all of what had gone on. You will need to tell others to complain and with your agent report you to the press.

Suzanne said on September 8, 2008 7:41 am...

Good idea. I might try that when my next book comes out.

George said on September 8, 2008 9:44 am...

Suzanne - you dont occasionally get the northern line in the morning do you?

Suzanne said on September 8, 2008 9:55 am...

I take public transport possibly half a dozen times a year.

Valerie said on September 8, 2008 9:57 am...

As a porno reading this is good, but if I had kids I would not like to have my neighbour doing certain things outdoors. I am no prudish at all, but I believe that it’s just kind of clever doing “certain” things away from neighbours, friends or co workers.
As you should well know by now, society is very hipocrate, but again maybe probable you do not care.
One question, how do you put a condom on under the water, or there was no condom?

Suzanne said on September 8, 2008 10:36 am...

Well, I’ve been living on my street for 15 years this is a mute point.

George said on September 8, 2008 10:40 am...

lol…I think you meant a “moot” point…..out of interest, how would you feel if your kids (when they were very young) saw a neighbour fucking two men ?

Suzanne said on September 8, 2008 11:25 am...

I can’t think there are many young kids up past midnight. All they would really make out are shapes in the dark. I’m not shagging under floodlights. You can read what Mimi’s mum did in the comment above and didn’t seem to have any lasting impact on her. As for my kids, if they saw my HN fucking, I think they’d be over the moon!!

Suzanne said on September 8, 2008 11:26 am...

George, out of interest, you don’t work for a QC, do you?

George said on September 8, 2008 11:34 am...

Why do you ask Suzanne?

Suzanne said on September 8, 2008 11:40 am...

Just curious…

George said on September 8, 2008 11:55 am...

What prompted that curiosity?

Suzanne said on September 8, 2008 12:55 pm...

The wonders of technology. I am geek, after all.

George said on September 8, 2008 16:47 pm...

Well, as it happens, no, I dont work for a QC and in my experience, lawyers are dull, pedantic bores.

mickey G said on September 9, 2008 13:29 pm...

Finally read an issue of SCARLET magazine with my girlfriend… she loved your piece (which I think I read on here?) about swinging in a forgeign country.

Suzanne said on September 9, 2008 15:46 pm...

Thanks Mickey. It was a great place. I’d love to go back, if only to escape this dreadful weather!

Richard said on September 10, 2008 4:48 am...

Hi Suzanne

Was you hot tub difficult to install? do you need a really big garden with water and electricity supplies in close proximity.

Your post has just given me a very cool idea

Thanks in advance for you answers

Richard

mimi of sexagenarian and the city said on September 10, 2008 5:00 am...

still giggling at the idea [implied by you above] that what my ‘mum’ did had ‘no impact’ on me and therefore left me the sane, balanced, sensible person i am today!

actually, my mother is an eccentric too, in her way… so the impact she had was to make me eccentric, funny, tolerant, unpredictable, extremely open-minded in some ways but not in others.

oh i forgot, this is Your blog.

Suzanne said on September 10, 2008 8:04 am...

Richard: Greg put it together. It’s a proper cedar tub, DIY, available from http://www.hottub.co.uk. It was not very easy to put together but if you’re a handy kind of guy than it should be ok. Unfortunately, it took the company 3 trips before all the parts were finally here so that did not help matters. I have a postage stamp of a garden but you do need a special kind of electricity cable to run to it that cost an extra £400 to put in and also water nearby.
Mimi: OK, so maybe not THAT normal but still seemingly well balanced.

Richard said on September 12, 2008 4:00 am...

Hi Suzanne

We were debating this at work today so I have another question, how easy is the hot tub to clear after you know, activities have taken place inside? I assumed it would be releatively easy; however i have been told its quite difficult. Could you shed any light on this?

Thanks in advance

Suzanne said on September 12, 2008 8:07 am...

To be honest, I can’t remember the last time that took place in the tub. It’s more a foreplay place than a full on fucking place, not least because the water has a tendency to wash away the fluids as soon as they are produced. It would be a drag to have to empty the thing if there was cum in the water, though I suppose if you dosed it with mega chlorine, it might take care of the problem.

Bête de Jour said on September 13, 2008 1:08 am...

I would have loved to have had neighbours who had sex in their garden when I was a kid. Actually I still would. Porn could go hang if I could gaze down at hot-tub threesomes from my bedroom window. God, my childhood was rubbish. Do you know, I didn’t see a real-life vagina until I was… alright, alright, this is neither the time nor the place. Sorry.

Now, in the absence of an interesting garden…

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