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Janet Tompkiss loved quiet, and she liked to be quiet. She moved around the house and garden almost silently; not with any sinister mien, but with a soft and gentle grace. Peter, her husband, sometimes called her his ?Lady Goldberry?. She liked that, and in the same terms of loving affection she referred to him as ?Bombadil?. It matched his good humour, and the fact that he clumped around the place. She thrilled to the sound of his moving around and the myriad of practical things he was always engaged in. Such was the quiet of her footstep that she appeared to glide and Peter was quite used to her suddenly being beside him. The vision of her seeming to float on a cushion of air was made more real by the long floor length dresses and skirts she was in the habit of wearing. They were both aged 40, and had been married for ten years and were still deeply in love. Their one mist of sadness was that they had no children, but this was also a deliberate decision. Whilst all tests proved them both to be free ? ?Huntington?s Chorea? was in both family lines. Peter would spend hours in his office at home reviewing the corporate strategy documents of medium sized companies, and offering critical comment and sometimes alternative approaches. Directors listened to Peter; three of his clients had added £50 million plus to their turnover as a result of his work. He applied the principles of ?appreciative enquiry? and analytical priority testing and, when he took on a new client, would inhabit their offices for a week. But most of his time he could work from home, and he kept the work load down to a maximum of four days per week. His fee structure assured their comfort, and Janet enjoyed her craft and art almanbahis şikayet work, and keeping house without a care in her quiet world. Occasionally they would ?party? with friends and Janet would be as lively, bubbly and noisy as the best of them. It was when they made love that Janet achieved a high decibel output. It might have landed them in court, if they lived in a semi-detached house, but 22 Constable Crescent was far from that. The rear elevations of houses on the crescent faced south, and backed onto those of Gainsborough Crescent, which ran in a concentric curve around them. They looked down the slope of Fenby Wold onto their rear neighbour?s property. Whereas the gardens of Constable Crescent fanned into a wide wedge shape, those of their southern neighbours tapered, soJanet and Peter shared a boundary with three gardens. One hot June afternoon, as the sun came round to glare down on their bedroom window, Janet set aside her spinning. She went upstairs to close their bedroom curtains and so stop the room overheating. As she drew them to a close she paused to look into the gardens behind them. On a sundeck behind the house of their centre neighbour, a woman was sunbathing on a large lounger and Janet was drawn to the image. ------------------------------- Carolyn worshipped the sun. When Mrs Kovac finished the cleaning in the morning, and she had planned dinner for herself and her partner Boswell, she would cover herself in factor fifteen, put on her bikini and step onto the sundeck. Carolyn was a tall brunette with quite broad shoulders and hips. Her black bikini emphasized the curve of her waist, and her 40D bust. It was also more likely to be seen on the beaches of almanbahis canlı casino Broadstairs rather than the Algarve. The bottom was full, not quite Brigitte Jones, and the top was not likely to be called provocative. She lay for long periods in the sun, moving her body to tan all over, but the bikini was never adjusted to expose any more flesh. She would go into the house for a cool glass of cordial frequently, and to top up her sun cream. ----------------------------------------- Janet couldn?t settle back to her spinning and after twenty minutes gave up. She decided to make some green tea for herself and Peter. On her way through to the kitchen she paused, then turned and went upstairs to the bedroom. There was the sunbather again; this time lying on her tummy with legs apart and arms outstretched. She found the voyeur experience seductive. She stood back in the room and knew that the sun beating on the glass would make it difficult for her to be observed. With a wicked thrill she fetched Peter?s binoculars to examine the prone figure more closely. She was intrigued. Most sunbathers would unfasten the strap to tan the back ? but not this lady, even the straps were still on her shoulders. Janet scanned the neighbouring gardens but there was no sign of anyone and so she returned to the mission to make a pot of tea. ?Ho! Bombadil,? she said cheerily to Peter as she walked into his study carrying a mug of green tea, ?how are you getting on?? ?My lady Goldberry, I was just thinking of you and thinking that I have had enough for today. It?s too beautiful a day to be sat here. What have you been doing? The spinning wheel went silent a while ago.? ?You got me banged to rights Chief almanbahis casino Inspector, I?d better come clean,? replied Janet, setting his mug down. She stood very close to his right shoulder and began running her hands through his hair. ?I?ve been playing voyeur. The woman in the house behind us on Gainsborough is sunbathing,? she said, as Peter?s right hand rubbed her bottom through the flimsy cotton fabric. He swivelled the chair round and looked at his wife in surprise. ?You?ve been doing what? Is she topless?? he asked. He lifted up the hem of her dress to find, as he expected, that she was not wearing anything underneath. Pulling her closer to him he trailed his fingers through the hairs around her pussy lips while beginning to explore her bum, with fingers on a mission to find her arsehole. They were starting a routine that usually precipitated an urgent bout of sex. Janet gasped, as Peter?s fingers pressed around her clitoris, but managed to retain some focus. ?No, but there?s something fascinating about her. In fact her bikini is almost 1950s, but there is something decidedly sensual about her. I?ve got your binoculars up there, come and see.? Peter was thrilled. He could hardly believe that his wife was inviting him to stare at this stranger. He stood up and went to the corner of the room and picked up his spotting scope. ?We?ll see how sensual she is through a 20/60 zoom,? he said. Janet giggled and picking up the hem of her dress skipped off toward the stairs with Peter close behind. She hoped the woman would still be there. ?Yes, there she is!? squealed Janet. Peter took a quick look through the binoculars and grinned. ?Wow, I see what you mean. I?ll get the scope set up.? A minute later they had the telescope in place and focused. The binoculars were on another tripod, and they could watch at leisure. ----------------------------------------- Carolyn heard the clock chime from inside the house and knew it was time to go in.