I was now stroking myself at my backfence while watching my georgeous new neighbour shower herself, what was i thinking!Nearly at climax i was pulling...hard and fast when my knee banged the fence, oh my god i thought and as i looked back at Rebecca she glanced over her shoulde and our eyes met.I got so scared i almost fell off my ladder and quickly rushed back in the house cock still flapping in the wind.Composing myself i sat down and poured myself a scotch on rocks hoping to setle what nerves. We had been there the best part of a week and the weather had been great which meant I had the pleasure of watching sunbathing topless with the Pyrenees in the background, only one winner in that contest, although one of the lifeguards told her off for it as apparently they took a dim view of topless sunbathing on a Sunday. More fool them.As I said the weather had been great and although a blonde and quite fair skinned Roxy had started to go a lovely golden colour and I have to admit I could. She left my house that evening with a bag containing my shortest skirt, most flattering top, and all the make-up I'd managed to hide from my parents. Her parents were more liberal than mine, and so she was going to lend me the full array of her make-up as well.The next day at three I was waiting anxiously in front of the theatre, looking as good as I thought I could. My hair was pulled up into a high, off-centre ponytail (it was the eighties, after all), I had on a just-above-the-knee length. The Crew Chief passed around the bags and the passengers awaited the layer transition. R1 moved into cosmic space without incident except for strange noises emanating from a rolled up carpet. Once into cosmic space McCock had everyone move to the accommodation on R1. Sir Henry moved among the group debriefing their after action reports. R1 moved down the layers to enter Gorgipest Harbour, joined to "Trader's" No 5 hatch, disgorged McCock and his staff and then stood off to the Ferguson.