There’s no accident about the fact that Sheila likes to walk around entirely nude — especially when she has a captivated audience.

The first time I caught sight of my next-door neighbor naked, I was sure there had been some mistake. That’s how startling I found the situation. Was I dreaming? I’d fantasized about a scenario like this, but I had never found myself in a situation even remotely as sexy.

I was walking through the backyard of the six-plex to the laundry room, and I happened to spy a movement to my left. I turned and saw her. Sheila was standing on her small balcony, talking on a phone, and she was entirely — that is to say, completely and utterly — naked. She was faced away from me at first, but then she turned in my direction and did the most amazing, unexpected thing. She waved. I paused, flushed, shook my head, and then hurried to the laundry room. Damn. I had always thought Sheila was a hot little number, with her red hair and freckled skin, but I hadn’t known until that moment exactly how sizzling she was.

As I loaded my laundry, I replayed the way she’d looked. Her long cinnamon-colored hair had been up on top of her head, and I’d discovered that the freckles I’d always admired on the bridge of her nose and her cheekbones were all over her body. Then, of course, there was the fact that she was a natural redhead. She’d had enough of a triangle-shaped bush for me to see that the curly pubes matched her gorgeous, thick mane.

The industrial washer was on. In went my jeans. In went my socks. I continued to daydream about Sheila, about her pert breasts, about the tattoo of a hummingbird I’d never seen before. When would I have? The tattoo was fluttering right at her hipline, which was normally hidden under street clothes. Now, I had a voluptuous vision to immortalize in my mind.

When I closed the lid on the laundry, I realized I hadn’t added the soap. My thoughts had been so captivated by my naked neighbor that I’d put in the clothes without thinking of the suds! I rectified the situation, and I realized my heart was thudding as fast as the rotor on the washing machine. Catching Sheila naked had done more than simply given me a hard-on — which was definitely a fact. I found I wanted to see more of her, or at least to see her closer, to talk to her, maybe to actually be naked with her.

The truth of the matter is that I was undone.

I tried to come up with clever conversational gambits, in case she was still out there chatting on the phone. “Come here often” was out — as we both lived in the same building. “I’ll show you mine now that you’ve shown me yours… ” struck me as comical.

By the time I returned to my apartment, Sheila had gone back into her own pad. The curtains were down, and there was no sight of my nubile goddess. I berated myself for not seizing the opportunity when it had been presented to me. That wouldn’t happen again.

I jerked off that night to the image of my naughty neighbor standing there in the sunshine, basking in the warm afternoon light. My fantasies were incredibly detailed. I imagined joining her on the balcony, taking off my own clothes, fucking her against the iron railing and then coming all over her stripped-bare body. I fantasized that she would tell me she’d stood there naked just for me, wanting me to catch her.

I wondered how she felt about me knowing what she looked like, but ultimately I chalked up the whole situation to an accident — maybe she’d forgotten to put clothes on. Whatever the reason, the situation had worked in my favor.

The next time I saw Sheila naked was the following morning. I was walking from the garage to my apartment. Again, a flurry of movement caught my eye. That flurry was Sheila, and Sheila was nude.

This couldn’t have been unplanned because she was at her car, next to mine, and she was bent over and rummaging around the backseat, obviously in search of something. I stood there, mouth open, admiring her comely hindquarters. How could I help myself? This beautiful vixen was only feet away from me, and her ass — her sublime, curvaceous, gold-freckled ass — was practically close enough for me to kiss.

I very much did want to see the tattoo up-close. But that would have meant going on my knees in the car park and getting face-to-snatch with Sheila.

I had no idea what I ought to do. How did a gentleman behave in a situation like this? Aside from spotting Sheila on her balcony the previous afternoon — I’d never accidentally come across a naked woman before. I never went to nude beaches. I didn’t habit nudist colonies. Should I go back to my apartment, wait a few minutes, and then return? That was my first thought. But immediately a second voice chimed up in my head: Why should I do that? I had as much right to be in the car park as she did. This was the time I left for work every day. My schedule was as regular as clockwork. That made me pause. Sheila had to have known I was doing my laundry when she took her alfresco phone call. I always did my laundry at the same time on Sunday afternoons. She had to know I would be heading to my car at this moment. I left precisely at 7:45 every weekday.

I cleared my throat.

Sheila backed out of her car and looked at me, smiling. She did not try to cover her body. She did not cross her arms over her captivating breasts. She did not turn sideways to attempt to hide her private parts. If anything, she seemed to be inviting me to stare more. So I did.

“Hiya, Keith,” she said. “I was looking for a dress I wanted to wear today. I thought I had picked it up with the rest of my dry-cleaning, but I guess I didn’t.”

“So you went outside naked?” The concept baffled me.

“Well, it didn’t make a lot of sense to get dressed twice, you know?”

I didn’t have an answer for that. I would never have gone outside in my altogether. If I wanted something in my car, I would have put on clothes and then gone and gotten the item. Even if there was a fire in my house and I’d been in the shower, I would have grabbed a robe before fleeing the flames. However, I did not want to argue with Sheila’s lovely logic, because her wicked way of thinking had resulted in the fact that this bodacious beauty was naked yet again.

Sheila smiled at me. I smiled back at her. She cocked a hip in my direction. I mentally slapped myself. This girl wants you, that voice in my head chided me. Why are you not flirting with her? Why are you not talking to her?”

“I like your tattoo,” I said after a lengthy pause in which I fucked her six ways to Sunday … in my mind.

“Oh, so do I,” Sheila gushed, and she took a step closer to me. “Do you want to see it up close, Keith? The artist’s a friend of mine, and she’s really talented. I’m planning on adding a rose above and maybe a vine around my lower leg.”

I very much did want to see the tattoo up-close. But that would have meant going on my knees in the car park and getting face-to-snatch with Sheila. While I did not mind the thought of that in the least — and my cock didn’t mind that thought either, by the way my meat was thickening in my slacks — I didn’t want any of our other neighbors to catch us in such a delicate situation.

“Maybe I could come over after work,” I suggested, holding my breath that she would say yes.

“I’ll be waiting,” Sheila said, and she sashayed past me and toward the back door of our building. I wondered if she’d make it to her apartment without any of our neighbors catching sight of her. She certainly didn’t seem concerned by the thought. She stepped slowly and carefully, the globes of her lovely ass bouncing with every step. I sighed when she opened the door and disappeared into the building. It was time to go to work, but all I wanted to do was sprint after her and ask her about her nudist lifestyle.

I went to work. I’m nothing if not predictable. I didn’t get anything done — I’ll confess to that. Every file I opened, I saw Sheila. Every phone call I fielded, I heard Sheila. By quitting time, I was as hard as steel. I commandeered every ounce of willpower known to man — or at least known to me — and headed home.

Six-thirty is the time I arrive home every day. Six-thirty on this day seemed to be the time that Sheila struck a pose in her picture window and played with herself. There she stood, one palm against the glass, the fingers of her other hand stroking her pussy. I practically tripped over my feet in my haste to get to her door. I knocked like a fiend, and after a moment, she opened up and let me in.

“You,” I whispered as I took her into my arms. “You’re driving me crazy.”

“Good,” Sheila said, and she kissed me and then took a step back. “My tattoo. That’s why you’re here, right, Keith? You wanted to see the artwork face-to-face, as it were.” Face-to-face was one way of putting it. I knew that I would be face-to-pussy, but I didn’t care. I went on my knees. Sheila leaned back against the wall. I traced the delicate wings with my pointer finger. Sheila started to tremble. I followed my finger with the tip of my tongue. Sheila gripped my shoulders and began to pump her hips forward, as if fucking an imaginary lover.

I couldn’t have that. Why should an imaginary lover have all the fun? I moved slightly to the left, so that when Sheila bucked forward the next time, her pussy went bumping against my mouth. The scent of her sex was divine. I wanted to close my eyes and breathe her in, but I didn’t want to miss any second of the show. I wrapped my hands behind her, holding her steady, and I let her feel my lips against her curly pubes. Sheila groaned, an animalistic sound of pure pleasure, and she bucked even harder against my mouth. I did the same tricks I’d employed when tracing her tattoo. I used the pointed tip of my tongue to stroke the line of her nether lips. Then I let go of her perfect ass and used my hands to part her swollen labia.

Sheila leaned against the wall and spread her legs a little wider to assist me. I started to lick and suck at her clit, and she whimpered as I brought her closer and closer to climax. With her sweet juices coating my tongue, I sat back on my haunches and gazed up at her.

“Why?” I whispered.

“Why what?” she asked back, her voice hoarse.

“Why do I keep seeing you naked?”

She reached for me and pushed me back against her split. I slurped at her honey, momentarily forgetting my question. The girl had the most divine taste of any woman I’d ever gone down on. Her juices weren’t simply sweet. She tasted like summer, somehow. Like a warm day. Like the very best day. Sheila hadn’t forgotten my query, however. Right on the cusp of climax — her voice shivery from the proximity to pleasure — she said, “I wanted to catch your attention.”

Oh, she’d caught it all right. In fact, she’d caught my attention fully dressed. But she’d owned my daydreams and fantasies by parading around nude.

“See… ” she continued. “I like being watched.”

“I will watch you all the time,” I assured her when I paused for a breath. “I will watch you whenever you want, doing whatever you’d like.” Could she hear the promise in my voice?

I impaled Sheila on my pointer and middle fingers, overlapping them to give her something to grip. While I finger-fucked her, I resumed sucking at her clit. Sheila really started to go wild. She wasn’t screaming, but she wasn’t quiet either. Her moans increased in volume until I thought that maybe the girl wasn’t simply an exhibitionist. Maybe she was an audio-bitionist. I hoped our neighbors wouldn’t complain. Then I stopped thinking about anyone but Sheila as she came in a rush, filling my mouth with even more of her nectar, and then sliding down to the floor at my side.

“Now you,” she said softly.

“Now me, what?”

“Now you strip.”

I have never been someone to parade around nude. But I work out regularly, and I am proud of my physique. I stood and took off my shoes, socks, slacks, and Oxford-cloth shirt. Sheila grasped the waistband of my boxers and pulled those down. Then she said, “Pose for me.”

“What?”

“Come on. Like I did for you. Stay still and let me admire you.”

I couldn’t actually do what she said. My body might have stayed still, but my cock positively vibrated. Sheila giggled and wrapped one hand around my rod, pulling gently. I humped her palm. She held me tighter.

“Do you know how hard it was for me to get you to look my way?” she asked. She came closer on her knees and ever so slowly wrapped her lips around the head of my pipe.

“What do you mean?” I panted. “I always love to run into you.”

“But you never glanced into the windows. I would stand there, taking off my clothes when you came home from work. You’d go from the garage to the building without looking my way.”

Was that true? I guess I took work home with me — at least, mentally. And I’m not a nosy guy. I would never have intentionally looked at Sheila if she hadn’t been standing there naked.

“So I upped the ante,” she said, before wiping a strand of saliva from her lips with the back of her hand. “Fuck me and then let me suck you again,” she said. “I want to taste myself on your cock.”

I was so floored by this girl. Everything she said turned me on. I got on the hardwood with her, and I entered her from behind. She made a soft mewling sound as I speared her slick cunt with my dick. When I pushed harder, her moans increased again. I stroked my fingers along her pussy lips, then I let my thumb and forefinger find her clit, and I pinched her. It was almost like her clit was her control knob. When I stimulated that button, her volume went up.

But before things got too out of hand, Sheila pulled away from me and spun around to do exactly what she’d described. She started to lick her juices off my cock. I lay back on the floor as she got between my legs and started to bob up and down on my dick. She looked transcendent, working me with grace and finesse. I realized I was right about to come, when Sheila stopped the blowjob.

It was almost like her clit was her control knob. When I stimulated that button, her volume went up.

“No… ” I begged, desperate for her to continue.

“I’ll finish you off if you do one thing for me.”

“Anything,” I said breathlessly.

“Stand in front of my window.”

I stared at her. What did she want me to do?

“You stand in the window, exactly the way I did, and I will finish blowing you.”

Like I said, I consider myself a private person, but the look in Sheila’s green eyes was positively hypnotic. In a trance, I followed her to her living room window. The lights were off, and Sheila positioned me right in the center of the window. She got on her knees once more with her back to the windowpane and resumed the bj as she’d promised.

I thought about what passersby would be able to see if they were to look our way. I didn’t actually know for sure if they’d be able to see anything. But I closed my eyes and imagined that at least one person was out there watching. Maybe a man on his way home would catch sight of me in the window, and he’d bring a little extra wood to the wife. Or perhaps a woman walking her dog would see Sheila blowing me and have the idea to give her own lover a little oral awareness later on in the evening.

“Open your eyes,” Sheila instructed. She’d caught me. Even standing there on display, I was still hiding. At her instruction, I did as she said, and I realized that nobody was out there, but I didn’t care. Suddenly, I realized I felt free. My inhibitions were evaporating. My pleasure was escalating. I couldn’t believe how powerful I felt. In fact, I couldn’t wait another second to be inside my new girl. I pulled away from her and had her stand up. She immediately understood my intention and got right up against the window. I entered her from behind. Sheila pressed back against me, and I knew she was feeling the same thrill inside her that was coursing so vigorously through me.

“I’ve never done anything like this before,” I told her.

“I could have guessed that,” she said back, sounding as if she were trying not to laugh. I brought a hand in front of her body and began to stroke her pussy. The laughter died on her lips, replaced by a lascivious moan. I bit the back of Sheila’s neck and she began to pump her hips faster, so that she was doing nearly all of the work. I couldn’t have that. I held her hips and told her to touch herself while I fucked her, and then I went to town. While Sheila stroked her pussy, I drove my cock in deep. I had never fucked any girl the way I fucked Sheila. There was something about her that woke me up inside. I wanted not only to come. I wanted to climax with her. I wanted us to share the orgasm together. I knew it would be the best one I’d ever felt.

Sheila began to pant, letting me know with her breathing that she was on the cusp. I was close, too. Close and getting closer. I told her my desire. I said, “I want to come with you.”

“Then do it now,” she insisted.

When she came, she whispered my name, which took me right over the edge. I fucked her as hard and fast as I could, doing my best to stretch out the length and strength of her orgasm. As the last flickers of pleasure shivered through us, a car drove by our street.

I imagined the driver seeing us. I imagined that nameless, faceless stranger knowing exactly what we’d been doing. I shot my last few drops against the window when Sheila moved away.

That felt like proof to me.

Now, Sheila and I take turns surprising each other in the nude. I would never have thought I had it in me to be an exhibitionist. But I learned: It’s not what you have in you — it’s what you take off.