Let me begin my story by briefly describing to you how this very unusual encounter with one of our neighbors came about.

My dad, about a year and a half ago, recieved a big promotion at work. The newest vice president, I think. The previous one having `retired' after some kind of scandel. But this is what made the neighborhood were we now live affordable. And after several months of waiting and watching, a house came up for sale. My parents jumped on it. It was pure chance that this particular house became available. That was a year ago.

The neighborhood is really nice. Near a major university in Dallas. The houses are older, smaller, and typically two story. And all the houses sit on half acre lots surrounded by eight foot high brick walls. Heavey solid wood doors open into each neighbor's yard and are usually kept padlocked. We're talking people very seriously concerned with throwing private backyard parties and not having anyone see what goes on or who attends. Or, for that matter, what they're wearing. I've heard rumers about some wild parties being held in this neighborhood. Most of these backyards are heavely landscaped and many also have pools and jacuzzis.

Like the young yuppy couple that live next to us. You know the type. Mid thirties, both are tall, slender and good looking. Very intense people whether it's work or play. You might say it's that kind of neighborhood.

On our other side lives an older woman. I say older. She's thirty six. Her name's Carla and she's been widowed for several years. Very good looking. I see her either outside or in the gym working out almost every day. I've had the pleasure of seeing her workout in her backyard in nothing more than the tinyest of string bikinis in the shade of her covered patio. Maybe five foot three with long curly brown hair that falls past her shoulders and a body that just won't quit. A fantastic figure with nice full breasts, tight round cheeks, flat abdomen. Her hips are about as wide as her chest. If I had to guess, I'd say 36C-25-37. Nice shapely muscular legs and wide calves.

I had just come home for summer vacation after my second year at college. My parents, particularly my dad, were horrified when I told them I was going into dance. They wanted me to become a lawyer, or some other type of fat ass, and sit behind a desk making big bucks and getting heart attacks. And I hastily added that I was not gay.

I had discovered after taking a dance class, just to fill some credits my first year at college, that I really liked it. And I had no hang ups at all about wearing tights. In fact I loved it a lot. I loved to see the women in my ballet classes wearing skin tight black leotards and semi-sheer pink tights with seams running up the backs, disappearing under the curving V of the leotard. The thrill of being on stage. Did I mention the women in skin tight clothes?

At the same time, I also had no illusions about ever really becomming a member of a serious dance troop. I simply hadn't started dancing early enough and would never be that good. But I still loved dance, performing on stage, and everything that went with it. You don't go into dance for the money.

Since I don't have to work during the summer months, I consider myself very lucky in that respect, I decided to continue practicing dance. So I enrolled in a dance studio nearby. Roughly four hours of classes, five days a week. Mostly ballet and modern classes.

During the afternoon hours, my parents usually work late into the evenings, I like to put on a thong or g-string and go out on the back porch and do an hour or so of stretching. Since I started dance late in life I wasn't at all as limber and flexible as I needed to be. Usually I would think about my girlfriend at college and my shaft would become rigid thinking about her and I in bed together. My thong or g-sting buldged out as my shaft swelled with blood. She had gotten me into the habbit of wearing them. I wish she were here now. I couldn't wait for the fall semester to start. And to make matters worse, sometimes I would see my neighbor on her second floor porch, in her long red silk and lace bathrobe, watching me. I think she purposely let's it hang open. I would catch glimpses of her pale skin underneath. She'll see me and wave. The front of her robe being pulled open to one side as she waves, reveling glimpses of her luscious naked body. She would take her sweet time pulling it closed and pretend to blush. She wasn't fooling anyone with this ploy. I wonder how many neighbors she's suduced this way.

A few weeks later mom and dad decided to fly to London for four weeks for a vacation. Without me. I think it was a kind of punishment for going into dance and not becomming a lawyer. They gave me the usual, `Have any problems just call us at the hotel.' speech. Right. And just what do they think they can do from London? I drove them to the airport and saw them off yesterday morning.

This morning a box appeared on the front porch along with our mail. I hadn't ordered any dancewear, and my parents weren't expecting any packages that I knew of. Then I noticed that this plain brown cardboard box sealed with duct tape only had my name written on the top in black marker. No return address. No postal stamp. Just my name. Like someone knew I was the only person left in the house for a month. Well, several of our neighbors knew this fact. I was sure it wasn't a bomb so I opened it.

There was a note on top of some clothes. It read, `Remove all your body hair below the neck and wear only these in your backyard tomorrow night at midnight. An Admirer.' There were also detailed instructions on what type of shoes to by, and told me do get ready to do a little roleplaying. I pulled out the clothes. I wasn't sure about this persoon's choice of clothes. It was a costume actually. And I assumed my admirer was a woman or this would be a very short meeting.

The next morning I went to the mall, minutes after it opened, and into a woman's shoe store. Figuring that a minimum number of people would be in the store at that hour, trying to minimize my embarressent trying on women's boots. Flat heels of course. And I got one or two funny looks but it wasn't nearly as bad as I imagined it to be, and I managed to endure it.

I thought getting letters from unknown admirers happened only to women. Not to men. None the less, I was beginning to get excited. The anticipation of learning who my admirer was was getting to be fairly intense. Kind of like waiting to go on stage. It was a strange request too. As if buying women's boots isn't. Remove all body hair? Ok, I was willing. That afternoon I began soaking in a hot bath with some lightly scented oil from mom's drawer. Then began carefully removing all my hair with a razor. When I was finished and had rinsed in the shower I decided I liked the look and feel of being hairless. My skin was smooth to the touch. I would definately have to keep doing it.

During the day I kept looking outside. Watching the trees bend and sway from the warm Spring winds. I otherwise passed the time watching TV but couldn't really focus on it. I kept wondering about my admirer. Wondering what would happen. I assumed it was a woman. Would she just come on to me? She wants to do some kind of roleplaying. Which I'd done several times before with my lover at college. You know like going out to a bar with her dressed up like a hooker and I pick her up and pay for her services. Nothing much. She's also in the dance program and we both hit it off instantly. I wondered what my admirer looked like. Someone I already knew? Had met once somewhere and she lived nearby? A neighbor?

Finally, about eleven I went to my bedroom and put the costume on. Thinking I'd get out there a little early and just kind of walk around in it while I waited for my admirer to appear.

I slipped on sheer blue pantyhose. There was no darker top panty of any kind and they had a neat slit cut and sewn in the front seam for my manhood to hang out of. I pulled on the black boots I had bought early that day. They had a turned down top that hit at the widest part of my calf. I don't know, I could get into this. Then a red lycra longsleeve turtleneck leotard with high cut legs. A nice tight fit. On the chest was a blue with white edging five pointed star design. The long semi-circular golden yellow cape snapped across the shoulders of the leotard and hung just past my knees. Pie shaped sections were added to give it more flair at the bottom. A tight yellow elastic belt, with an oval buckle, went around my waist. Finally I glued on the silver eye mask. The style Robin wore in the Batman movies.

My sac was cupped tightly but comfortablely by the stretchy lycra and my rod was getting hard as it touched and rubbed between the silky fabric and the nylon. It felt really erotic against my hairless body. The smoothness of the nylon on my hips and legs and the lycra on my upper body. I looked down at my erection which was fully visible under the tight material. Every vein and curve of my fat eight inch cock stood out. I stepped out onto the back porch feeling kind of nervous and excited. Forcing myself to breath slowly, trying to calm myself.

I became aware of the night. I mean really aware of the sounds and sights. The sound of the winds whipping thru the trees. Where earlier I was just watchign them. Even in our backyard with it's eight foot wall the wind dipped and blew thru our landscaped yard. Few people were out driving tonight. The sound of only a few cars driving down the street could be heard. My eyes adjusted to the darkness. A street light shines on the street several houses down but little of it's light gets back here. I begin to feel the part of a superhero. Invulnerable. The winds blowing my cape around my body covered in skin tight nylon and lycra. Even my loins responded to the anticipation and erotic superhero sensations. I find I like this.

I was at the far end of our yard. The lush landscaping hid me fairly well as my, and I assume it was my admirer, opened the gate on Carla's side, and entered our yard. I admit I thought to unlock it earlier as per her note. Was it Carla? I couldn't believe it, but it fit with everything that's happened since we've moved in. And a sigh of relief went thru me as I could easily see it was a woman, and well built at that. Maybe it was her. But that's all I could really see from this distance. She left the gate open several feet, proping it so with a large rock. Then I watched as her hips swayed sensuously as she walked slowly onto the farthest end of our patio. Her legs spread wide and her hands rested on her hips in true superhero fashion. She stood on the middle section of our wooden deck and looked at the house as her long black cape blew off to one side. Waiting for me to come out. I wish I had a wrist watch right now. Her back was to me and it was a fantastic view. Luck was on my side what with the howling of the wind covering small noises I might make. All I had to do was move slowly enough.

I easily crept up to within about twenty feet of her and stood on the farthest edge of the deck. I could see her costume very clearly now. Mostly in black. Her black cape fell to her ankles and was trimmed with a two inch purple ribbon all the way around. It must have been of a light material like chiffon. The wind blew it almost straight to the side from her shoulders. It was a full circle around her luscious form. Short black vinyl ankle boots with stiletto heels. Sheerest of purple pantyhose, like the one's I'm wearing. No darker panty of any kind. And no underwear either. I felt myself getting really hard under my leotard. The top of her pantyhose disappeared under a shiny black vinyl bustierre that barely held her full breasts in. A row of silver buckles ran down the front starting just below her breasts. The pale skin of her uncovered arms was a stark contrast to the rest of her. Black leather gloves covered her hands and a simple eye mask like the one I was wearing, but in black, covered her eyes. Her long curly brown was also blowing to one side. It had to be Carla. Her hair was a dead give away.

I was supprised and delighted to discover it was her, and I wondered what this would do to our neighborly relations. Would I have a second lover next door? Would it continue? Would we be able to keep it a secret? What about my lover/girlfriend back at college? Questions I'll ponder later.

I stood and waited for maybe ten minutes, damn I wish I had a watch with me, for her to notice me. She turned suddenly and I jumped slightly.

"You won't get away from me that easily." I said.

Carla laughed lightly. "Getting away isn't what I had in mind. So you are the vaulted, Mr America. As for me, you may call me Mistress."

She began to move toward me. Slowly. Her hips swaying. Her whole body dripping a raw animal kind of sexuality. My erection became rock hard as I held my ground.

"I think Jailbird would be more appropriate, and that's just where I'm going with you."

"Again. I think not.

It was becomming painfully clear she was easily gaining control of the situation. Of our roleplaying confrontation.

"Before this night is over, Mr. America, I will have you in my bed." Her voice was low and she spoke as though she was simply stating a fact.

She walked past me and my eyes followed her past my side. Her hand reached out and rested on my shoulder. Ever so lightly and caressed it's way around my back as she circled around to my other side and stood in front of me. Her breasts were only inches from my chest and her hand now rested on my left hip. I could smell her perfume mixed with her own scent. Funny, but I seemed to recognize it. Then it came to me, and I smilled. It was the same perfume my girlfriend at college like to wear when we go out.

Carla put her face close to mine. "Tonight, Mr. America, you will be mine!" She whispered intently.

Carla let her hand caress it's way around my front and stroked my shaft thru my leotard. She knew just how to stroke a man too. Her finger tips up and down along my length feeling the large ridge running from the base of my head to my sac. She gently cupped my balls and her leathered fingers fondled them ever so exquisitly.

I half closed my eyes and heard myself let out a soft moan of delight and I felt my body relaxing. I hadn't realized how tense I really was from the anticipation of meeting my admirer.

I let my arms unfold from my chest and my hand slipped around her hips and caressed her nylon covered cheeks. And my fingers explored the pantyhose seam that ran tightly between them. I thought I heard a soft moan from Carla. Maybe it was just the wind.

I felt my body become totally relaxed and at the same time increadibly sexually stimulated. Like running your hand up a woman's skirt, up her pantyhosed covered leg, to her hips and not concern yourself with the reality of her skirt rising up to her waist. This was heaven.

"Now Mr. America, I think it's time you join me in bed."

I was supprised when Carla backed up and a pair of arms wrapped around me from behind. I felt a woman's body pressing against my back. Her roleplaying note hadn't said anything about another player, but I decided to play along. At least it was a woman helping her. This could become really kinky if all three of us got in bed together. I had never even dreamed of doing anything like having sex with two woman at the same time.

"You tricked me, Mistress."

I made a token struggle and gave up.

"But of course, Mr. America, but of course." Carla laughed at my prediciment. Then turning serious she said. "Take him to my bed chambers."

I tried to discover who the woman was holding me. The scent of Carla's perfume had become stronger and a new scent seemed to be mixing with it. I guessed it must be Carla's partner. It some how seemed familiar. Carla lead the way up to her bedroom. I followed with my hands being held behind me by her helper.

The lights were down low in Carla's house and only a strand of tiny white christmas tree lights hung between the four posts of her king size bed. Illuminating the pedistal, or alter of sex, as it were.

Carla said. "You won't need this."

And she jerked my cape from my shoulders. Six snaps popped and she tossed it against the wall. They layed me down on the bed, with it's beige satin sheets, and tied my wrists to the wooden slats the headboard. I made a show of struggling but gave up.

I could now see the second woman. She was almost as tall as Carla but more slender. She had a body like my girlfriends, a lean and muscular dance body with firm B size breasts. In the dance world that's large. But that's were the likeness ended. This woman had D size breasts and a shaved pussy. Her hair was red, curly and fell about her shoulders and sides of her face to her mid back. Her costume was a simple purple bodystocking with a hole in the crouch. Black stiletto heel pumps, a tight black lycra longsleeve turtleneck top that stopped just below her breasts, covering only her large breasts and arms. A fanciful feathered eye mask that hid most of her face and she never spoke a word.

"Me first." Carla said in a deep suductive voice.

Carla pulled my leotard crouch back reveling my erection and strattled my hips, lowering her round hips on me. She twisted them as she impailed herself. Resting her hands on either side of my chest she began pumping my tool. jerking her hips back on my cock as she slid along my lycra covered body. She kept tightening her pussy musclesa and it was too much. My loins spasmed and I shot a load of cum deep into her love tunnel.

"Oooh Mr. America, I am sooooooo disapointed in you. I thought you would have been able to stay up forever. You'll just have to finish me off with your tongue."

And with that she swung her leg over me and placed her dripping pussy over my mouth. I tasted my cum as I buried my tongue between her swollen lips and sucked hard. Not to far from cumming I thought. I pressed and licked at her spot and it didn't take long for her to shudder with an orgasm. I sucked her juices as they oozed out of her.

She dropped on my chest and lay panting.

"Not to bad, Mr. America. Not, to bad..."

Carla climbed off and stood next ot the bed and the other woman.

"Let's give him a little show to help get him back up."

The two woman began kissing. I never knew Carla had bi feelings. Their luscious bodies pressing and rubbing. Her hands caressed the other woman's back down to her tight round cheeks for several long minutes. Actually I was getting so arroused watching them I could really tell you how long they kissed and caressed each other. As soon as they saw I was erect again they pulled apart.

"Next..."

The other woman strattled my hips and lowered herself so her lips were just around my head and jerked her hips back. My cock slammed into the end of her tight pussy and she began a long slow pumping. Carla moved behind us and kneeled down at the end of the bed to watch my cock slip in and out of her helper's hips. I could hear her moan with erotic delight. Since I had already just cum I was nowhere near ready to cum again. And again, I don't know how long this other woman impailed herself on my shaft. But it seemed like a long time, until she began quickling her pace. It was then that felt my loins fill with pleasure, and I hoped she would cum soon. I balls tightened and I began to pump my seed deep into her hot juicy cunt just as she began shivering. Then several quick bucks and she collasped on my chest.

She lay there breathing heavely for several seconds feeling the warmth of our bodies. Our sents mixing, before finally sitting up. She smiled warmly at me. Carla untied my hands.

"I think we've had enough fun for one evening, don't you Carla?"

I was very supprised. "Sonja!?"

She pulled off her mask and pull out the two D size padded falsies. "Yes Peter, it's me. I, we, thought it would be a fun supprise."

"I'll say." We hugged each other long and hard, kissing a wet passionate kiss. "When did you get in?"

"The day you delivered your parents to the airport."

Carla broke in. "Tell you what. Let's all get undressed and share my bed together for the night. We tall you the whole story tomorrow morning."

We practically ripped our costumes off and climbed into Carla's bed. Just enough room for all three of us. Of course, Sonja and I spent the next half hour with my hips between her thighs while Carla watched.

Finally we calmed down and I layed between them as we drifted off to sleep.

The next morning, we sat around Carla's kitchen table sipping hot coffee. Like our house, it looked out into her backyard and pool area. She in her long red lace silk bathrobe, Sonja in a large t-shirt and short white socks, me in spair XL black silk boxers she kept for such occassions.

"All right, you promised to tell me all about it in the morning. Who wants to start."

Sonja spoke up after a little giggling. "I'll start. Well Peter, yesterday morning while you were obviously taking your parents to the airport I arrived at your house for a supprise visit. I took the bus from college, then a cab to your house. While I was standing their on your porch waiting for someone to answer the doorbell, Carla came out, said hi, and that you'd be back in a few minutes. She invited me in for something to drink and we got to talking..."

Carla cut in. "One thing lead to another and our conversation turned to you, dance, and eventually, sex. Since she wanted to supprise you I suggested a little roleplaying. We talked and decided she could stay in my spare guest room for as long as she wanted. Then we ran out to a seamstress I know and had your costume made and delivered it the next morning. The next day we ran around and also had our costumes made."

"What little their was of them." They giggled again.

Carla continued. "Then we simply waited for midnight to roll around and the fun to begin."

I looked at my girlfriend. "Sonja, now let me see it I understand you. You're saying that it's alright for me to make love with other women?" I asked tenuously.

"Certainly not! I am the only woman you'll ever need! But, Carla and I have talked enough these last two days, and as long as you or she don't get possessive about each other, I don't mind you sharing her bed during the summer. Since I can't be here to satisfy you."

"Oooh..."

Carla added. "And I know it's strickly a temperary summer fling. And you won't ever have to worry about Sonja and I sharing a bed. Neither of us are into other women, just men. Now. Having cleared all that up, how about grabbing our suits and having a dip in the pool?"

We looked at each other, and a unanimous, yes came from Sonja and I. EPILOG

Sonja stayed until the day before I drove to the airport to pick up my parents from their vacation in Europe. Only two weeks before my return to college, my lover and girlfriend Sonja, and our dance classes.

END.