Thread: My Aunt's Neighbour [Acitar & ScifiNudist]

Elizabeth Seadine jogged barefoot down the side of the gravel strewn country road between the resort club and her house. Elizabeth had been up at the crack of dawn, jogged barefoot to the resort, where she had spent an hour in their gym, taken several laps around their pool, showered, had a quick breakfast at their cafe, and was now jogging the two miles back home. She had her phone, which she was using with ear-buds as an MP3 player, strapped to her upper arm. Her phone case held her cards and housekey. She wore nothing else. Elizabeth turned right onto Scenic Street, an almost empty street save a back parking lot at the end of the resort's nature trail, on the right side of the street. Elizabeth jogged to the middle of Scenic Street and turned left onto Bell Court, the cul-de-sac which served a remote, peaceful clump of houses, numbered 1 to 4. Elizabeth slowed to a walk, catching her breath and checking her pulse. Arriving at her house, number 2 Bell Court, she fished her house-key out of her phone-wallet and wiped her now filthy feet on the doormat. She unstrapped her phone from her arm and dropped it on the side table by the door, then went up stairs for a quick rinse in the shower to knock the country dust off her. She dried and brushed out her hair, found her sunglasses, a good book and her sunscreen and went back down to the kitchen for a glass of orange juice, still nude. As it was, her neighbours were used to her nudity, and since she worked from home, she hardly ever had to wear clothes except when she went into town, and mostly tried to avoid doing so, choosing instead to socialize with fellow nudists at the naturist resort down the road. The morning sun was amazing, it was higher now, warmer certainly than when she had left the house, and did not feel so oppressive now that she was no longer exerting herself under it's light. She smiled and stretched in the sunshine. She laid out a towel on her deck and sat herself down to butter herself up with sunscreen. Soon, she was lying on her stomach, feet swishing idly in the air above her thighs. She had a bad habit of chewing on the ear of her sunglasses while she read, rather than wearing them. But her back was to the sun, and they were ratty old sunglasses anyway. The book was a novelization of a 1966 Doctor Who episode, The Macra Terror, a personal favourite of hers. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw one of her neighbours in their garden, adjacent to hers. She put her feet and legs down on the towel behind her and pried a portion of her distracted mind away from her book to consider who it was - it must have been Carol Jones, the cute old spinster in 1 Bell Court with the adorable cats. Without looking she called out in a cheery, sing-song voice Morning, Carol! Lovely day! When she didn't hear a reply, aside from the continual sound of water spilling from a watering can, read to the end of the page, slipped a book mark in to not lose her place and turned to her left to see... not Carol Jones. A young man was on the other side of the waist high wall, his watering can just now emptying itself, though he didn't seem to notice. What the young man did seem to be noticing was Elizabeth herself. Elizabeth grinned as he realized he was staring at her in stunned amazement, his eyes devouring her body. Elizabeth's grin changed to a big toothy cheshire smile as she drank in the attention. She rolled onto her right, her front size facing him, head propped up with her arm, her left leg bent with her knee skyward, foot on her right knee. Oh, she called out in a a friendly voice. You must be Carol's nephew... 'Don' was it? She said you would be house-sitting for her. She sat up on her knees, still facing him, knees shoulder width apart. She, casually, clutched her hands together over her head and stretched her arms, chest out, back arched, and closed her eyes to yawn. When her arms lowered, she cracked an eye open. I'm Elizabeth. We're going to be neighbours for a while, I suppose.