EXTRACT FOR
The Good Neighbour
(John Lord)

That morning Amber had woken early and seeing that the sun was promising a fine day she had loaded the washing machine with sheets and blankets, the cycle finished she carried her heavy load out to where Daniel had erected sturdy posts with a line strung between them.

Too heavy for the drier, Amber had decided that the blankets would drip dry. The thick material was heavy with water, and despite her best efforts within seconds her pink t-shirt was soaked. The light fabric clung to her figure and tented over her pronounced nipples, Amber giggled softly as she remembered times in the past when her t-shirt had been equally soaked, except those times she had been tipsy and in a bar, and proudly displaying her assets for all to see and touch.

Times have changed she thought as she hung a second blanket and inadvertently soaked herself a little more in the process. 

Soon all of her washing was hanging, dripping steadily into the grass. She looked down at her chest and chuckled, her top was soaked. It's private here she told herself as she grabbed a couple of pegs, and everyone around here is at work. A moment later she had lifted the t-shirt over her head and topless in the morning sun she pegged it on the line along with her washing.

Now to make my breakfast she told herself as she gathered up her plastic linen basket and pegs, a poached egg on toast she thought and turned back to the house. From the corner of her eye she saw him. Just a little hint of movement behind the trellis, it was at that very moment that Amber realised that her elderly neighbour Joe had been watching her.

Shit she exclaimed silently, and I didn't just give him a wet t-shirt show, I gave him a good look at my tits too. 

Pretending that she hadn't noticed him Amber trotted back to the house and ducked inside, closing the door behind her she giggled aloud. 

"Dirty old man." she whispered, then rushed to the kitchen and peeped around the net curtain that prevented anyone looking inside. He was still there at the trellis holding a hole in the leaves open so that he could see from the washing line right to the back of her house.

I wonder if he has peeped at me before today? Amber searched her memory for any other time she might have innocently exposed herself. A couple of times this summer she realised, although exposed was too strong a word. She had spent several afternoons out on the lawn in her bikini, but never tits out like that she chuckled as she saw the funny side of what had happened.

Well Dan did say the old guy was lonely without a woman, maybe my little show will have cheered him up a bit. Oh my God, what if I'm the woman that she told Daniel about, younger than him and married?

A little shiver chased up her spine as she peeped again and saw that he hadn't moved at all, Joe was still behind his trellis, still holding the leaves apart so that he could spy on her, and almost as though driven by some outside force Amber skipped through the kitchen and grabbing a polythene bag full of vegetable peelings she opened her back door and with her heart hammering in her chest she stepped out again, topless, and dropped the bag into the refuse bin.

I am so bad she told herself as she turned and ducked back into the house, I am very, very wicked.

Did that give him a hard on? Amber chuckled as she climbed the stairs up to the bedroom. Is he even capable of a stiffy at his age?