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As requested, here is part 2.

As I stated in part 1. I was asked by the young lady in this story to write this on her behalf.

I dropped the bags on the bed, I then started to look through my new clothes.

I held up a light pink vest top, I then pulled the label off and tried it on.

It was a nice fit and hugged my body very well.

It was a little more sheer than the top I’d worn shopping and I could just, if I looked hard, make out the outline of my nipples.

I then grabbed the pleated mini skirt and put that on to see how they went together.

This skirt was defiantly more in Anne’s comfort zone than mine, with it ending about 5” above the knee, but I could think of times where I’d wear them, such as while going to the beach with swimwear underneath.

While looking in the mirror I spun around to check how it looked and made a mental note not to do that at any speed while out in public, as it looked like the skirt might flare up given half a chance.

Just then my phone rang, it was Anne, we started to talk about the items we’d bought, I told her about the excessive shortness of the skirt I had on.

She then said, “So you don’t think it’s a candidate for a sans knicks shopping trip?”

“Hell no!” I replied.

I then went on to tell her when I think I could get away with wearing it.

She then suddenly changed the subject, she started to ask for my advice on the best way of shaving.

I explained how I did mine shortly after she said that she’d better get on and after saying our goodbyes, we hung up.

Then out of the corner of my eye I saw something move out on the road.

It was only a cat, but I then just stopped and looked out the window and started to daydream.

I’ve noticed I’ve been doing this a lot these last few days.

I think it was still sinking in that this was my place, and I was now my own woman that could do as she pleased.

After I’m unsure how long I snapped out of it and then, if you understand what I mean when I say, I started to see what I’d been looking at.

I looked across to what I now know was James’s house.

It was a nice house very similar to mine, with a well-kept front garden.

I also noticed that what I assumed was his car in the drive.

Casting my mind back to this morning, I started to feel a bit guilty for being a little short with him, when all he wanted to do was welcome me to the area.

I decided to go apologies for being rude.

No time like the present I thought and decided to head over and put this right.

I knocked on the door and waited.

There was no answer, but I could hear music playing and figured out that it was coming from the back garden.

Being a nosey cow, I walked around the side of the house and notice a 6’ high garden gate.

I gently pushed it and found it open.

I peered around it and found I could see into the back garden.

I also noticed I could see the feet of someone lying on a sun lounger. 

I slowly moved forward and in doing so I could see more and more of who I found out to be James who looked fast asleep.

But what both shocked me, and grabbed my attention was he was stark naked, and he had the biggest cock I had ever seen.

It was massive. It looked to be about 5 to 6” and it was still soft.

Unlike my ex who was about 5” when hard and looked like a button mushroom in a bush when soft.

God only knows what James’s would be when hard.

I also noticed that like me he kept the area totally shaven, which I found fascinating. And it looked like there was a large ring on the end.

Was this what is called a Prince Albert? I’ve heard of them, but never thought I’d see one.

I found myself rooted to the spot, unable to move for I’m not sure how long, until I heard the postman walking up the road whistling an unidentifiable tune.

I quickly retreated to the front of the house.

I got to the front door just as the postie walked up the drive.

He looked up, smiled, said hello then told me that I’d need to knock hard, as he was sure that James was a bit deaf.

He then handed me both James’s and my post.

As soon as he left, I decided to just post the letters for James and go home, as it was dawning on me how close I came to getting caught.

I turned, raised my hand ready to put his letter through his letterbox.

At that exact moment the door opened which made me scream and jump feet.

James apologised for scaring me and told me that he had just come in from the garden for a drink, when he heard voices.

He was now dressed in a lose t shirt and baggy shorts.

Still a little nervous from the sudden opening of the door, and the realisation of how close I’d come to being found out as a peeping tom.

My voice was a little shaky as I started to apologise for cutting him short earlier, when he was trying to be nice.

He told me not to worry as it was already forgotten.

He then not really giving me an option to say no he said, “Right. Come in.

I’m not going to keep you on the doorstep.

I’m just sorting a cold drink out for myself. I’ll get a beer for you”

As he said this he stood back and held his hand out in the direction of the kitchen and said, “Go through.” Before I really realised it, I started to do as I was told.

“Tell you what, carry on through to the garden.

I’ve only come in for a drink. Grab one of the fold-up chairs, I’ll be with you in a mo.”

Again, before I knew it, I was sat on a chair.

Within a couple of minutes, a bottle of beer appeared in front on my face as I was looking around his garden.

“Hope you don’t mind it from the neck?

I can put it in a glass if you’d like.”

“As it is works for me.”

He sat on the edge of the lounger facing me, and over the next hour, we chatted non-stop.

With the exception of James going to get more beer.

We got each other up to speed on how we ended up here.

Me with my overpowering mother, my gran, and ex.

Him with his divorce from his ex.

Who by all accounts was also overpowering, but with a little psychopath thrown in for good measure.

And then his change of fortune 6 months later with a large amount won on the euro millions lottery.

Which meant, he was able to work part time, and more or less when he wanted.

Although I was curious as to how much he'd won, he didn’t say, but he did say he was also able to afford a villa in a village in the north of Lanzarote.

I started asking questions about the place, as Lanzarote was somewhere, I’d always wanted to go.

He hinted that there might be a possibility of the use of it for a week or two at some point once we got to know each other better.

But did warn me that it was in a quiet area, and he wasn’t sure I would like the neighbourhood, as it was not your usual holiday destination.

I tried pressing him on what he meant but he changed the subject. 

At one point as we talked, I asked James if I might use the loo.

He told me where I would find it.

I then excused myself.

As soon as I went to sit for a pee, I remembered I was still knickerless.

“Dam you Anne for side-tracking me.

And dam you crap memory, for forgetting I was half naked before coming here.”

The horror of my state of dress got worse as when I started to look around as I had a pee, I saw my reflection in the mirror opposite me, I could clearly make out my nipples through the top.

And worse still, with me sitting, my skirt was very short.

And I mean VERY short.

I hoped it was due to how I was sitting on the loo, but I had a sinking feeling that this wasn’t the case.

I also saw that with the slightest of movement I caught glimpses of my pussy.

I hung on to the hope that James hadn’t noticed, as he didn’t show any signs that he had.

Like shoe shop boy or bus man,

On my return to the garden James told me that it was his turn.

Once he’d left, I checked my skirt again and using my refection in the window on his patio door, I realised that with the height of the chair it was much worse than the loo.

I quietly muttered “Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god.”

I decided I would leave as soon as James got back.

It might seem strange that I was fine with deliberately flashing earlier and now I wasn’t, but I seemed different as this person was going to be my neighbour for, I’m not sure how long so I didn’t want to start with the wrong ideas going around.

James scuppered my idea of leaving right away by bringing out another beer.

He handed it to me and sat down.

I decided that this was going to be my last beer and go as soon as it was gone.

But I didn’t want to seem in a hurry, as James was a very intelligent man and would see that something was wrong.

We continued to chat, as we did, I kept an eye on him to see if he had noticed my state of dress but either he hadn’t or, he was very clever at hiding the fact that he had.

“Would you like another?” he asked as I finished my beer.

“No, no. I’d better get back home. I’ve not eaten since breakfast, and I just realised that I am starving.” 

He offered to get something for me to eat but after thanking him, I told him I had better go, as there are a few things I needed to do.

As I then went to get up, I wasn’t sure, but I think I saw take a quick look at my legs.

I watched his face for any reaction but there was none, so breathed a sigh of relief as I’m not sure how, but I think I got away with not flashing him.

We said our goodbyes and I then quickly made my way home, I needed to check.

Once home I went straight to my bedroom positioned a stool, I had in front of the full-length mirror I sat down in the same way I had at James’s to see what would show.

I was horrified at what I found.

There was no way he could have missed it, surly?

Even with just moving around like I know I would have when talking, my pussy would have shown.

And when I made to get up, even with me knowing there was no way he could have missed it.

It’s not like I could have said it was flesh coloured knickers.

You could see everything! How could he not have seen?

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