Confronting our New Neighbour

Clare and I agreed that we’d try subterfuge to manufacture a friendly introduction to Jenny. After she’d caught us fucking like rabbits on the landing, we didn’t think she’d be keen to talk, so we needed a tactful approach that wouldn’t scare her away, especially if we hoped to entice her into bed. I’d said hello to her a dozen times or more since she’d moved into the block a few months ago, but we’d never spoken more than to comment on the weather or complain about the peeling paint on the stairs or the broken elevator. This was hardly a solid basis for an in-depth discussion of our most intimate secrets, but Clare and I had talked it over and we had a plan.

“Are you sure about this?” I asked when we finally stood outside Jenny’s front door. We’d chosen a Saturday morning to make our approach, and we’d timed it — hopefully — to coincide with the positive mood created by Jenny’s regular yoga session, from which she’d returned about thirty minutes previously. We’d further loaded the dice in our favour by bringing a bottle of wine and dressing in casual clothes that, we hoped, would catch her interest. I wore long shorts, boat shoes and a loose-fitting shirt, and Clare was wearing cropped trousers and a low-cut blouse.

”Just knock and let’s see how it goes,” said Clare, and I could tell she was as nervous as I was.

“Right, then,” I said, raising my hand. “Oh, there’s a bell.” I pressed the button on the smart doorbell, and a moment later the door opened.

“Yes? Oh, it’s you two,” said Jenny. She suppressed a smile with visible effort and looked us over. “I hardly recognised you with your clothes on.” She’d obviously showered and changed after her morning workout, and now she was dressed in a light summer dress that floated down to her knees.

“Ah, well, about that,” I began. Clare cut me off, just as we’d discussed, and picked up the conversation.

“I’m Clare, this is Pete,” she said, hand outstretched. “We wondered if we could have a chat?” she added after she and Jenny had shaken.

“About what?”

“It’s a bit awkward,” said Clare, “but it’s about the complaint you made to the landlord.”

For a moment I thought Jenny would tell us to fuck off. Then she sighed, opened the door and walked away. Clare and I looked at each other.

“Good luck,” I murmured, then we followed Jenny. She threw herself into an armchair and waved vaguely at the sofa. We sat and the awkward silence stretched.

“Well?” said Jenny eventually.

“Probably best if I just leap straight in,” said Clare. “You caught us fucking on the upstairs landing and made a complaint to the landlord.”

Jenny was silent for a few seconds then she sighed again. “I did, but I probably shouldn’t have. I was in a bad mood after a difficult day, and I lashed out. Sorry. I’ll withdraw the complaint.”

I grinned. Clare flashed her effervescent smile and said, “Thank you, we appreciate that. But, er, there’s something you need to know.”

Jenny shifted in her chair and frowned. “There is?”

“Two things, in fact,” said Clare. “Firstly, I’m the landlord. I own the building.”

“Ok, I guess that explains how you know about the complaint. And the second thing?”

“Yeah. Well, it’s a bit awkward.” She produced a plain brown envelope and pulled out some photos. “It’s about the cameras, and there’s no easy way to say this, so here’s a peace offering. Something to demonstrate our good faith.”

She handed over the first of the photos that she’d cropped from the video shot by the camera on the top floor. We’d talked this through and decided that the best way to gain Jenny’s trust was to be completely transparent and share something of ourselves, so the first image was taken just before Clare gave me a blowjob on the landing and it should her staring at my erect penis from a distance of a few inches.

Jenny’s eyes almost bulged out of her head. “You’re showing me your porn?” she said hoarsely. “Why?”

Clare handed over the next image, which showed me spurting cum across her face. The next one showed Clare naked from behind, and the one after that was me with my face in her crotch.

Jenny blushed. “I don’t understand…” she began, but she went white when Clare handed over the next image, which showed Jenny peeking through the railings form the stairs.

“And we know you filmed us,” said Clare, “because we’ve got you on camera positioning and retrieving your phone.”

“Fuck,” said Jenny quietly. “I, er, don’t know what to say. I’m really sorry. I don’t know what came over me. It seemed like a good idea at the time. I’ll delete it.”

“Oh no, don’t do that,” said Clare. “I’d much rather you sent me a copy.”

“I can do that,” said Jenny slowly, “and I really am sorry.”

“Don’t worry about it,” I said. “These were taken by the camera above the lift, and I’m afraid there’s a camera on your floor as well...”

That was the moment Jenny twigged, and her eyes went wide. Her hands flew to her mouth and she almost screamed. “You saw…?” We both nodded, and Jenny looked like she was about to faint or vomit.

Clare reached into her bag and pulled out a bottle of wine. “Fancy a drink? You look like you could use one.”

Jenny nodded and I went to fetch glasses. Clare opened the wine and poured. Jenny emptied her glass then held it out for a refill.

“So what now?” she said when she’d had some time to recover.

“For complete transparency,” said Clare, passing over the last three printed images. They showed Jenny rubbing herself through her yoga pants, then in the act of pulling them down to expose her bush, and finally the moment of orgasm, with one hand on her chest and the other between her legs.

Jenny glanced at them, face white, then dropped them on the floor. She took another swig of wine and stared at the wall for a moment. Then she sniffed, stretched her neck, and looked directly at us.

“I suppose this means we’re about even,” she said, “in that we’ve all seen things we shouldn’t have, and things that should have remained private are now public.”

“Not public,” I said in what I hoped was a reassuring tone. “Seen only by the three of us.”

“And we’re not going to release anything, or share this material with anyone,” said Clare.

“But you’ve both watched me…on the stairs?”

“Watched and enjoyed,” said Clare. She grinned and waggled her eyebrows. “It was a great show. Very flattering.”

“Oh, god,” said Jenny, gulping her wine. “I can’t believe you’ve seen me naked.”

“Well, only your lower half,” I said, “so you’re still ahead on that front.” She didn’t look impressed and took another mouthful of wine to steady her nerves.

“I can’t believe you’ve watched me finger myself.” She offered a slight smile. “I normally use that as a post-date treat once I’m safely at home.”

I pulled out a small USB drive and placed it on the coffee table in front of Jenny. “To prove our good intentions, here’s a copy of the video from both landings.”

She seemed surprised. “What, everything? You fucking and me wanking?”

“Everything,” said Clare, “including copies of the stills, just in case.”

“Mutually assured destruction,” muttered Jenny. She picked up the drive then bent down to retrieve the photos. “We have to trust each other or we’re all fucked. Figuratively speaking, of course.” She picked up her phone and flicked at it for a few moments. “There, I’ve shared my video with you. It’s actually pretty hot, but the angle wasn’t great and these shots are better. And I’ve never actually seen pictures of myself wanking.”

I pulled out my phone and watched the video. It was short, and I really only appeared as an anonymous back or the top of a head, but Clare was clearly recognisable, and the sight of her breasts bouncing was a serious turn-on.

“That’s very hot,” I managed to say. I shifted on the sofa to hide my erection but I think Jenny noticed. Clare certainly did, although she didn’t say anything. When I looked up from my phone, Jenny had produced a laptop and was flicking at the trackpad. A moment later, our three-way sex tape, with the images from the two cameras arranged side-by-side, appeared on the huge TV.

“Do you mind?” said Jenny. “Only I think these things are best shared, right?” She hit play without waiting for an answer, and we all watched as the now-familiar scene unfolded. “Did you know each other before this?”

“No, I was only there to introduce myself,” said Clare.

“Is that how you usually do it?” said Jenny. “Knock on a front door and blow whoever answers?”

“No, but it has advantages.” She leered at Jenny with an openly lustful expression. “Why, do you want me to do you, too?”

Jenny looked surprised. “I’m not sure what to say to that.”

“Then just say yes,” said Clare. She moved to stand in front of Jenny, then knelt down and put her hands on Jenny’s calves. “I want to watch you come, and I really want to taste your pussy.”

Jenny glanced at me with a slightly panicked expression, and I gave her a reassuring smile then settled back to watch, hoping that the poor girl would relax and let Clare show her a good time.

“But we’ve only just met,” Jenny managed to say, “and I’ve never been with a woman.”

“Then this will be a first for us both.” Clare slid her hands up Jenny’s legs and under her dress until they rested on her thighs. She kissed Jenny’s knees, then lifted her dress and pushed it up to expose her knickers. “Shall I go on?” she murmured.

Jenny swallowed and nodded. “Yes,” she said, some of her confidence returning, “you may continue,” she said with mock formality. Then she shifted forward on her chair so that she was perched on the edge and lying almost horizontally on the cushions. Her hands rested on the arms of the chair and she watched Clare like a hawk.

Clare licked her lips and gingerly moved her hands toward Jenny’s hips. She seemed far more nervous than she’d been with me on the landing, but that probably wasn’t surprising. She hooked her fingers into the band of Jenny’s knickers and, as Jenny raised her arse slightly off the seat, slowly pulled them down. Jenny lowered herself back down and lifted her feet so Clare could remove her knickers entirely.

“That’s better,” said Clare, tossing the knickers away. She put her hands on Jenny’s knees and gently pushed her legs apart. I shifted in my seat to get a better view. My cock strained at my shorts as I stared at Jenny, taking in her long legs and the newly exposed triangle of dark hair. Clare hesitated, maybe unsure how to proceed. She looked over her shoulder and I gave her a nod and a supportive smile. She turned back and approached slowly until my view of Jenny’s bush was completely obscured. I couldn’t see her tongue, but I could tell when she made contact. Jenny twitched. She gasped, then her mouth opened into a small smile. She looked at me, and her smile broadened as Clare’s head began to bob up and down. Her hands gripped the arms of the chair until her knuckles were white. Her eyes closed, her breathing quickened, and she laid her head back.

“Oh, fuck, that’s good,” she murmured. She squirmed on the chair and Clare shifted to stay in position. She was really going for it. Her left hand crawled over Jenny’s chest to grope her breast through the dress, and her right hand disappeared between Jenny’s legs.

I moved to sit on the arm of the sofa to get a better view. I still couldn’t see what Clare was doing with her right hand, but when Jenny bucked and gasped, I think it was because there was now a finger in her pussy.

Jenny began to moan in time, I think, to Clare’s coordinated tongue and finger movements. Her face flushed. Her hands moved to her chest and she tried to push down her dress. When that didn’t work, she undid the buttons then pushed down her bra. Clare’s hand caressed a breast then she gently tweaked Jenny’s nipple.

Jenny gripped the back of Clare’s head, pulling her inward as she raised herself off the chair. She angled forward so that her pussy was pushed onto her lover’s questing tongue. She held that pose and her breath, mouth open in a silent scream and head tilted back as she came. Then she sank back down and released Clare’s head.

Clare sat back on the floor and grinned up at me. She still had a finger inside Jenny, and now she worked it gently back and forth while running her thumb over Jenny’s clit. We watched her come again, louder this time, then she pushed Clare’s hand away.

“That’s enough for now,” she said in a satisfied voice. She sat up, dress askew, hair a mess, legs apart and pussy exposed, nipples visible, and smiled. “That was quite the introduction.”

She surveyed the state of her clothing then looked at me and Clare. For a moment I thought she was going to shuffle her dress back into position and call it a day, but a lingering look at my crotch told me she had other thoughts. I smiled in what I hoped was an encouraging way, and Jenny grinned. She stood up. The skirt of her dress fell back to its normal position. Then she undid a couple more buttons on her dress and the whole thing slipped to catch on her hips. She unclipped her bra and tossed it away to stand bare from her waist up while we gazed in something approaching awe.

“Holy fuck,” I murmured.

Jenny was stunning. She wiggled her hips and let the dress fall to the floor. She kicked it away and turned slowly around so that we could see her from every angle. Then she looked down at Clare, still kneeling on the floor, and raised an eyebrow. “I see you’re still clothed.” Clare blinked in surprise. Jenny looked at me. “And you. Disappointing.”

“Er, well…” I said weakly, not sure what she expected.

“We talked about this,” she said sternly. “Introduction by way of oral sex. That was the plan. How am I supposed to introduce myself to you properly if you’re still clothed?”

Clare and I looked at each other. The penny dropped, and the rest of the afternoon was a blur.

If you missed the first part of this story, you can find it here.

And the fifth and final part will be available soon.