Here Comes Crazy

Maybe it’s just me, but whenever it’s time to trim my bush it turns into something more. At first, it was like my sexy little secret, walking through a crowd and knowing that I had the cutest little bush tucked away in my jeans and if you could only see it! I experimented over time, of course, and it became a turn on just to contemplate how I would do it the next time.

One day, I was walking in the alley behind my house and a neighbor came out in nothing but a bathrobe. She and her husband were renting the house across the alley and had recently moved in. I wanted to be respectful of her privacy, so I didn’t try to connect, yet. I was curious. She was petit, shorter than me, with long straight dark brown hair and a deep brown tan. She wore aviator sunglasses with her robe. Maybe she was going to get some sun in the courtyard behind her house, I thought to myself.

That was when the idea hit me. I noticed that the she had a nice view of my back patio across the alleyway. In fact, the deep end of our pool and the patio beside it was totally private, except for the view from her patio across the alley. Coincidentally, I was due for a trim soon.

It was obvious after a few days that my new neighbors adhered to a schedule. He would leave for work before 8am and she would appear outside in her robe most mornings between 9:30 and 10am. I was always home and my partner left for work early every weekday, too. If I wanted to give my new neighbor a nice show, all that I had to do was show up at the right time on my patio, scissors in hand, and start trimming. I was getting wet just thinking about it.

The next morning was perfect. It was beautiful outside, so when it was time I changed into my favorite bikini, grabbed a towel, my scissors, my sunglasses, and a few paper towels, then went out to the pool. The table and chairs on our patio were in a perfect place. I sat in a chair facing the pool and had a perfect view of the neighbor’s rear door and the brick steps leading down into their enclosed patio area. If she noticed me at all, it would be from the stairs. 

I was excited, but nervous too. I had never done anything like this before. I stood up and spread the towel across my chair and over the arms on either side, then slipped my bikini bottoms off, stepping out of them and placing them on the table beside me. The cool air felt so delicious on my buns and between my legs. I stood there for a few minutes just soaking in the sensations, and glancing across the alley waiting for her to appear.

It was almost 9:30, so I decided to sit and at least get ready to start paying attention to my soft little overgrown bush. I sat down on the soft towel, then placed a paper towel between my legs to catch the hair that I trimmed off, carefully tucking it under my legs and my buns. I gave myself a few soft rubs over my outer lips with my finger tips and watched for her door to open. I felt so tingly I just had to slip a fingertip between my lips to feel the slick, soft wetness inside. 

Patience. I had to stick with the plan. I didn’t want her to catch me actually masturbating. We didn’t even know each other by name, yet. I gave myself a few more gentle rubs and then teased the hair above my slit, making sure that the longer hairs were standing up and ready to be trimmed. I took off my sun glasses and picked up the scissors, then pulled a small clump of strands together, making the first snip across the top my little triangular patch. Maybe I should go for a narrower triangle or a landing strip? 

First, I wanted to just tame the entire bush and get it to a shorter, cleaner looking length. I made another snip, then another, looking up each time to see if anyone was watching. Then the door opened and there she was, standing in her robe at the top of the steps with her aviators on. I looked down and wanted to appear as though I didn’t notice her there. I tried to make another snip, but my hands started shaking. I couldn’t believe how excited i felt. I couldn’t help looking up again. She started down the stairs, but with her shades on it was impossible to tell if she had seen anything. Then she stopped and slid the shades low on her nose and glanced my way. I could see her eyes over the top rim of the shades. It was only a quick glance, and I was committed to keeping up the appearance of innocently trimming myself on my own private patio, so I looked back down and focused on trying to take another swipe at my bush. 

By the time I looked up again, she was out of sight. I felt an incredibly strong sense of the butterflies and took a moment to try to calm down. I gave myself another quick external massage with four fingers pressed flat together, ignoring the strong urge to plunge a finger inside. 

I finally found I was calm enough to start trimming again, but there was no chance of neatly cutting a new shape in the state I was in. I focused on getting the length to a manageable place and cleaning up around the edges. Before I could finish, I notice her again, walking up the steps to her back door with her back to me, wearing her robe. Then it happened. She opened the door and stepped inside, turned at the top of the steps with the door still open and took the robe off. She stood for a moment facing me, completely nude. I could see her trim hips, her thin waistline, and her small but nicely tanned and perky breasts. She turned, hanging her robe on a hook near the door and giving me a great view of her small, firm ass. Then she took off her shades while turning to close the door. 

There was nothing else I could do at this point. I moved to a totally private area on the stone deck around our pool, spread my legs and opened myself up with the fingers of my left hand, rubbed my other fingers into my slit until they felt wet enough to push inside of me. I held nothing back because I was already close, fucking my fingers and using my other fingertips on my clit so quickly that it probably would have looked like a blur to anyone watching. I collapsed after an incredibly fast and powerful orgasm, laying flat on my back on the warm stone, my knees up in the air and spread apart. I could feel the wetness on my fingers and between my legs. I sat up just to take off my top, then layed naked, enjoying every sensation and sound while I thought of her tanned body and what might happen next.

A few days later, I was talking to a friend behind my house. Suddenly, there she was walking toward us up the alley with a small dog in a leash. 

“Here comes crazy,” was all my friend had time to say before she was close enough to hear.

 I laughed, and it made me wonder who was the crazier of the three of us. My friend introduced us and I found out her name, Andrea. She was wearing her shades. I never saw her eyes up close and never got to know her before they moved away. But we always shared a smile and a wave whenever we saw each other, especially when I saw her coming out of the door at the rear of her house.