Entertaining the Neighbours - Wendy, Part 1

I am not sure how this all started. It probably began when I was in my late sixties, and Wendy, our next-door neighbour, was in her early seventies. I have been an exhibitionist since my late teens. I love to be naked, and,*except for cold days, would normally be without clothes about the house. I am tall and slim, have always exercised regularly, and delight in maintaining the body of a much younger man.*Wendy and her husband live next door. He was, until recently, quite an active man, but his physical well-being has deteriorated over the last decade, to the point that he rarely ventures outdoors, except the periodic visits to hospital, needed to relieve pain in his back, limbs and joints. Wendy recently retired from her job in an aged-care facility, is quite healthy, and spends much of her time in the garden.Their home is downhill from ours, by about the equivalent Escort esat of one storey. Two-thirds of their backyard is, however, on a similar level to ours. Behind both our yards is a hill, covered by tall trees and vegetation, which is council-owned land, and which gives us total privacy from the homes along the ridge above. We have always been on friendly terms with these neighbours.Our rear rooms have large windows, and a full-length glass back door. Two of the windows adjacent to their property have very low window sills, only a couple of feet above the floor. Therefore our living rooms are totally open to view from the fence line on the back two-thirds of their yard, as is the entirety of our backyard. The neighbour on the other side of our property*has a total view over our yard, but being set more forward, has no view into etimesgut escort our rear windows. The sole middle-aged occupant, not being a gardener, spends little or no time in her yard.There is a fence between our properties. From the rear of our houses is a wooden fence, maybe five feet high, which overlooks the downhill part of her yard, to the house. We have a clothesline standing against this fence. When it reaches the flatter and quite level part of our yards, it gives way to a low (three feet or so) open wired fence, that continues up a slight incline, before turning at right-angle to mark the end of their property. Our yard and rear windows and door*are all open to full view from this part of the fence, that begins only fifteen paces from our back door.After her retirement, Wendy began to spend*a lot of time in her etlik escort bayan garden, mostly at the front of her house. Occasionally,*however, she attended to a vegetable garden, some fruit trees, and a chicken coup, in her backyard. At some time I became aware of her working in her yard, wondering if, since I could see her, she could see me.And, assuming she could, had she seen my naked body inside our house, as I was often nude inside. I began to look to see if she was in sight, before placing myself at various positions where I would surely be visible. I was*always careful to avoid eye-contact, so I was never sure that I had been spied, but was almost certain that I had been.Adjacent to our back door*was a cupboard that contains a washing machine, a microwave oven, and some household products. Beside the cupboard rested our refrigerator. Sometimes I would leave the back door open, and pretend to have business in the cupboard or refrigerator, without facing in her direction. Placing a small mirror strategically in the cupboard, I could see her clearly, and was now able to verify that, not only was I seen*but that the vision was appreciated.