It had been two weeks now. Two weeks since I had first seen the gorgeous French girl who lived in the block of flats opposite to me getting undressed with the curtains open. At least in my imagination she was French. There was something not quite English about the way she looked, the uninhibited movements of her spectacular body, the fact that she left the curtains open in the first place...

Since that first time, I had developed a knack of being in the kitchen - with the lights off - at the time I thought she might be getting her kit off. And more than a few times I had been rewarded with a glimpse of her slipping out of her work clothes, letting her bra drop to the floor, rolling her g-string over her hips until that fantastic arse of hers came into view, and once, a fleeting view of her dark bush as she tied her dressing gown up, not realising she was being watched.

That evening I was watching TV, and in the break I went to put the kettle on. I went into the kitchen and turned on the light. As I looked across I saw the girl standing no more than thirty feet away in just her underwear, reaching behind to unclasp her bra. As her amazing tits swung free, she looked up and our eyes met. I froze. Our gazes locked for perhaps three seconds, but before I could think of anything to do, she carried on undressing right in front of me, dropping her knickers to the floor so I got a great full frontal view. I could have sworn I saw a faint smile on her face as she turned away and left the room, switching the light off to signal the show was over.

That night I couldn't stop thinking of what I'd seen, and the memory of those large, firm breasts, that tanned, taut stomach, those smooth thighs and that beautiful cunt had me wetter than I'd been in a long time. I pinched my nipples and rubbed my clit as I thought of what I'd like to do with her, and as i pushed two, then three fingers into my willing cunt, while rubbing my swollen clit with my thumb, I came quickly and intensely.

Work was a real drag the next day, and by the time I left the office it was after 8.00. As I walked back from the tube, and turned off the main road through the little gully that lead onto my estate, I almost bumped into someone coming the other way - as I mumbled an apology, I looked up into the face of the French girl. As our eyes met, a look of recognition passed across her face, and a slight smile appeared. I felt myself beginning to blush as we stood there, mute for a second. Then she said "Hi, I believe we're neighbours aren't we? My name's Jane". Jane wasn't French, she was from South London by the sound of her accent. But still, she was even more gorgeous close up, and I couldn't help picturing her naked. "Hi" I said, a little nervously, "I'm Jackie, and yes, I live just opposite you".

I could have sworn I saw a faint, ironic smile appear fleetingly in Jane's eyes, but I couldn't be sure. "I don't suppose you know where the video shop is around here do you?" Jane said, "I've only lived here for a couple of weeks, and I'm just finding my feet".

"As a matter of fact I was going to get a video out tonight" I lied, "I could always show you".

Jane smiled, "why don't we watch a film together" she said, "I could use the company".

I said "OK, that would be nice, rather lamely" and turned around and began walking beside her. I have to admit, it was a very awkward walk. Neither of us said much, and when we got to the video shop, I thought about getting something out straight away, and leaving her there. But the way she had moved beside me, the short summer dress she was wearing, that fantastically sexy body that I was acutely conscious of, all made me stay with her.

We decided on a film I hadn't really heard much about, but Jane seemed keen on, called "Henry and June". We decided to watch it at Jane's place, and as we walked back, the conversation flowed a little more freely. As we got back to Jane's flat, she said "You saw me getting undressed yesterday didn't you?"

I smiled and replied "Yeah, sorry about that!"

"Don't apologise" Jane laughed, "I'm an exhibitionist anyway - I quite like it!"

Jane opened a bottle of wine and we began watching the film. It was quite tedious and pretentious, but Jane seemed to be enjoying it. After a couple of glasses of wine, we'd both relaxed a bit, and Jane's arm casually rested on mine. The film started getting a bit steamy, as Uma Thurman and some actress I didn't know started kissing. Jane's hand brushed my thigh, I turned to look at her, and she smiled at me, then very definitely began stroking my leg. I felt terrified, aroused and strange all at the same time, and didn't quite know how to react, but as Jane's hand began to move up my skirt, she leant towards me, and kissed me on the cheek, then pulled my face around toward her, and kissed me on the lips.

I'd only ever kissed a girl once before, and that was without tongues, but as I responded to Jane's soft, wet lips, she slipped her tongue inside my mouth. I pushed my tongue against hers, and moved towards her, my thighs slightly parting as I balanced myself on the sofa. Jane's hand moved surreptitiously between my legs. We pressed against each other, I could feel her breasts crushed against mine, and my nipples hardened against the pressure, my pussy becoming wet as I became really turned on. Jane could sense my excitement, and pulling away, she began unbuttoning my blouse, removing it before pulling her own dress off over her head.

"I loved knowing you were watching me undress" she said softly, "It made me really wet".

She pushed me back and then pulled my skirt off so I was wearing just bra and thong. She quickly removed her bra, to let her lovely breasts free, then took off her knickers.

"I want you to make me come with your tongue" she said. I was rather shocked and scared, but it seemed Jane was in control, and secretly I enjoyed being told what to do.

I knelt on the floor between Jane's legs, and moved my head up to her cunt. She spread her thighs wide apart, and as I kissed my way up to her cunt, she moaned. I began to lick her wet cunt, my own becoming wetter as I smelled and tasted hers. She thrust against my mouth, and I found her clit with my tongue. She moaned and began rubbing her own nipples, bucking her hips against me as I brought her to orgasm, inserting two fingers into her wet hole just before she came.

Jane then removed the last of my clothing and licked me out from behind, encouraging me to rub my clit as first she pushed her (very long) tongue into my cunt, then replaced it with three fingers while licking my arsehole. This felt incredible, and I had an amazing orgasm, my bumhole contracting around Jane's tongue as I came.

We shagged all night, Jane's vibrator collection certainly an eye opener. I fucked her pussy with an eight inch dildo while fingering her arsehole until it was loose enough to push the dildo about half way up, then easing the whole length up her anus while she frantically rubbed her clit, until her screams probably woke the neighbours as she came again. Then she covered me in baby oil, and fucked me from behind with a smaller vibrator while teasing my arsehole with the big one, uintil I begged her to push it in up to the hilt. The pleasure outweighed the pain as the huge dildo filled my arse, and I had another amazing orgasm.

Eventually, we managed to exhaust each other until we fell asleep as the birds began singing. Needless to say, I called in sick that day...