Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. The Girl Next Door 1: Mayu's Secret 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 with 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 buttocks cheeks 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 she, 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, getting naked 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 eavesdrop in on their conversation. From what I could gather, 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 boy-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 buttocks, 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. Fascinated, I couldn't help but follow. The shop clerk glanced back and forth at them as he rang 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 skedaddled 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. A few minutes later though, 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. She 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 obscenely delicious in the bright afternoon sun. I was getting very seriously turned on just gazing at her. She looked 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 rear end 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 my whole body shook as I almost lost it. 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 hosts my stories on his web site: /~DonGordon/ And his ftp site: /files/Authors/DonGordon You can contact me through him.