The Neighbor’s Fire Hose

WASHING THE NEIGHBOR’S FIRE TRUCK

“Hey Rachel, Ray’s washing the fire truck,” I hollered down the stairs. Before I could turn around Rachel came bounding up the stairs and we both ran to the store room where the telescope was waiting. It took a few seconds to get it re-positioned for what we really wanted to see, as we always left it pointing to the rising moon in case Dad or Mom checked it out.

Rachel is my seventeen-year-old twin sister and I am Cathy. Although we are identical twins, Mom and Dad decided to raise us as individuals, so we didn’t have rhyming names nor were we dressed alike. Ray, on the other hand, is our next-door neighbor, he is probably about thirty, looks like any other Greek god. I say our next-door neighbor, but his house is actually about one hundred yards away from ours. We all live on five-acre lots. Ray has this neat collection of really old antique cars. When I say really old, I mean like in the nineteen twenties and thirties era. He has this old fire truck that looks like it is brand-new. He loves to take it to shows and parades, and anytime someone in the neighborhood has a party with some kids around, he takes the fire truck to the party and gives the kids rides

Since we live on an un-paved road, it gets dusty and he washes and waxes it fairly often, especially before a parade or show. Today is one of those days. Okay, so by now you are thinking, ‘so what’s the big deal about watching someone wash an old fire truck.’ Let me back up a couple of years and explain how we became fascinated with watching Ray wash his fire truck. Well, for that matter we loved watching him wash and wax all his old cars. It all started in the spring, as I said, a couple of years ago. At that time, we were fifteen. One day we were sorting through some old school stuff that Mom said we had to pare down as it was taking up too much room. Rachel and I started the task and were feeling a bit sad to see some of our valuable things going into the trash can, but then there was a lot of stuff that even we knew was silly to keep around.

Suddenly Rachel jabbed me in the ribs and said, “Cathy, look out the window!” I figured a turtle or some animal was moving across the yard toward the pond that separated our place from Ray’s. But no! There was Ray hosing down the fire truck in preparation to washing it. The thing that had Rachel so excited was he was completely naked. As I did a double take and drew a sharp breath, I could see that he had thought it out pretty carefully. First, he parked his big pickup between a bushy row of shrubs and the side of the garage where he stored the old cars. With the tall row of trees he had planted a few years earlier between our two places, and being behind his house, no one could see him from the road nor from our house — he thought. However; from our second floor store room we had a clear sight into his back yard and could clearly see him at work. At first, I thought perhaps he was simply wearing some light-colored swimming trunks, but when he turned in our direction, it was obvious that he was completely naked! I could actually see his thing hanging down between his legs.

Ray continued to wash the truck, taking care to get it sparkling clean, then he proceeded to wax it as well. Finally, he put it back in the garage and we thought our excitement for the day was over, but then he drove another old car out and proceeded to wash and wax it as well. All in all, he did three cars, finishing just before lunch time. We watched in fascination as Ray went about his work, blissfully unaware that two horny girls were watching closely, or at least as closely as we could from that distance. Finally, he rolled up the hose then got in his pickup and parked it in the garage.

“I wonder how he will get back into the house, you can see him from the road if someone was driving by,” I wondered aloud. We could see him peek out past the door, then walk close to the garage the rest of the way to where he would be visible from the road. Carefully he looked around the corner, obviously checking for traffic on the road, then strolled nonchalantly into the back door of the house. Rachel and I stared at each other then burst out laughing.

“Wow, that’d not something you see every day,” Rachel exclaimed. “I sure hope he does it again, I never saw a man’s thing before, and it makes me feel all tingly,” she said with a big grin. “Did you like seeing it too?” she asked.

“I sure did, I wish we could get a better look, it was kind of hard to really see it from this distance, but what I could see sure looked nice,” I replied. “Hey, I wonder if he does it all the time and we just never saw it before?”

“It could be, I think this is the only room in the house where you could see into his back yard. All the rest of the rooms would be hidden by the trees he planted. I’ll bet that’s why he planted them so close together,” Rachel observed. I had to agree, so we decided we would make a special effort to keep track of when he might wash them again. “I got an idea, why don’t we ask Ray when the next show is, he would probably wash them on the Saturday before the show so we could have a better chance of seeing him.

Later that afternoon, I saw Ray driving slowly down the road in the fire truck and ran out to see if I could get a ride. Ray was always happy to give rides, so it wasn’t anything unusual. Sure enough, he stopped and waited for me to climb into the seat beside him. He then continued the drive, taking me all the way to the end of the street and back before pulling into his driveway.

“Time to put her to bed,” Ray commented as we got out of the truck and he opened the door. “Come by anytime Cathy, you know I love giving you kids rides,”

“OK, Ray,” I responded. “By the way, why don’t you tell us when you have shows so we can be ready to catch you. I hate to find out you have been by and we didn’t see you.”

“Sure, OK,” he responded. I’ll just jot the shows on a piece of paper and give it to you so you will know. Be sure to share it with Rachel too,” he said with a genuine smile.

I thanked him for the ride and jogged home feeling as if my feet had wings. After telling Rachel she surprised me with a suggestion. “Hey, Cathy, why don’t we get out that telescope Dad has been bugging us about and see if we can’t get a better look at the fire truck. I am particularly interested in the size of the hose he carries.”

“Why do you care about dumb old hoses?” I asked crossly. “I think there are a couple of things I would rather look at than some hunk of hose hanging on the side of the truck.”

“Cathy, don’t be so slow, I’m not interested in the hose hanging on the side of the t ruck, I want to get a better look at the hose between his legs!”

“OH! Yeah, I see what you mean. Let’s get it out and see if it will focus that close, Dad has it set up to look at the stars so I’m not sure how well it will work that close.” I replied. We got it out and dusted it off. Rachel found the instructions and, in the book, it described how to configure the telescope for closer objects. After experimenting a bit, we were able to focus it such that we could read the brand name of the door locks on Ray’s garage. “There, that ought to let us see what we really want to see,” I grunted. Only problem is only one can look at a time.”

“That’s OK,” Rachel replied, I got my binoculars we used for bird watching, we can take turns looking really close up and then trade for the binoculars. That way we can both see.” Sure enough two weeks later Rachel came bounding into my room motioning for me to follow. Ray had pulled his pickup across the opening then stepped into the garage. Pretty soon he came driving the fire truck out the door and he was NAKED! Rachel grabbed the binoculars and zeroed in on Ray while I began moving the telescope into position. While I could get a fantastic close up look at his thingy, I wasn’t able to follow him very well due to the extreme magnification. On the other hand, Rachel could easily follow with the binoculars. It was only when Ray would get to a place where he stood still for any amount of time that the telescope was a better option. Unfortunately, most of that time he had his back to us. Still, we could see the wrinkly bag hanging down when he bends down to work on the wheels. A few times, depending on the angle he parked the truck, we could see his thingy very plainly, right down to the cute knob that stuck out past the skin on his thing.

For the next two summers we simply watched Ray as he worked while we started to think of other things we could do besides just watch. Sometime during the second summer, it seemed as if things worked out where we could see better than before. Ray started parking the truck such that for much of the time he was virtually facing us so we could get a full-on view. And strangely enough, about that same time he seemed to be even bigger than before, sometimes he was huge! His thingy stuck way out and up at an angle. In addition, it bobbed up and down as he walked.

A few weeks before things made a dramatic change, I found out from some other girls how to give myself pleasure by rubbing my “Special Place.” Of course, I also showed Rachel and soon we developed a routine where we would take turns watching Ray while the other got herself off. By timing it well, we could both have a great time.

Sometimes Ray just washed the old cars, but other times it almost seemed as if he were putting on a show just for us. One day after he finished the fire truck, he sat down on the running board and turned so that he was almost, but not quite, facing us. I was watching with the binoculars and Rachel was using he telescope. “Wow!” exclaimed Rachel, “look at that!” I focused the binoculars in better and saw Ray’s thingy sticking up like a flag pole. Slowly he began to stroke it, up and down, up and down. We watched in absolute fascination as he pumped the thing, slowly at first, then faster and faster. Suddenly a jet of white stuff spurted out the end and at the same time I could see his face twist in an expression of pure joy, relief, pleasure, all mixed together. As we compared notes, Rachel was quite de***********ive about his thingy as she was focused in so tight, she could only see about an eighteen-inch circle and had the scope centered on the tip. On the other hand, with the binoculars, I could see his entire body and the facial expressions were almost as good as the spurting stuff.

“Hey!” I exclaimed, that is what they were talking bout in biology class last spring when we were in the chapter about reproduction. I remember when Regina told me about getting off by playing with her pussy, as she calls it, that she said boys could get off by playing with their penis. I guess we should stop calling it a thingy and call it a penis. I think thingy sounds kind of childish, like we don’t know what to really say.” I observed almost to myself.

Rachel agreed, then commented, “Well, some of the girls claim to have seen one in person and Lizzie claims she even felt one, but then she claims to have done lots of things so I don’t know if she really has or just likes to pretend she knows more than she does. I’ve even heard that Pattie says she and her step brother do lots more than just looking at each other. I heard the guys talking behind the curtains in the auditorium one day and James said they even sleep in the same bed and fuck when their parents aren’t home.

“I wouldn’t be surprised,” I replied, “I’ve seen how James looks at me sometimes, and it almost feels like he is undressing me.”

“I know,” Rachel replied, “He looks at me like that sometimes too. I don’t really like it, but then sometimes I get a tingly feeling, just like I did when Ray’s penis shot that stuff out just now. It makes me want to play with myself.”

“OK, so let’s do it,” I replied as we both slipped our hands under our shorts and began to rub that special place. By now we had learned it was the clitoris and it was supposed to feel good. At our level of excitement, it wasn’t long before we both gave out long contented sighs of relief. Turning back to the fire truck, we saw Ray climb into the driver’s seat and back the truck into the garage. By now his cock was dangling between his legs like it was when we first began watching him. Then another door opened and Ray drove a car out and positioned it for wash and wax. We watched for a while but then after having seen him shoot his stuff and getting off ourselves we turned to other things.

We were about ready to call it a day and hit the pool when Rachel exclaimed, “Cathy, look at that!” Ray had finished the waxing chore and rolled up the hose. Just before he got into the car to put it back in the garage, he turned to face us, raised his hand to his forehead and presented a smart salute. Then he put the car in the garage and closed the door.

“Do you think he knows we are watching him?” I said incredulously.

“I don’t know how he could know; we have checked from the outside and you can’t see in the window with the lights off. I don’t think there is anyway he could have seen us,” I replied, although I wasn’t all that convinced. That salute didn’t seem to be a random kind of thing!

If we hadn’t been so naïve, we should have connected Ray dropping a note to us saying he had a show coming up if we wanted to ride along, he would be happy for our company. Included was an invitation to help wash the truck. One day, we decided to take him up on his offer. Mom and Dad were both gone to some kind of charity event, and being almost seventeen, everyone was comfortable with us staying home alone. At the appointed time, I donned shorts and a tank top, but Rachel decided not to go as she had some kind of project she wanted to finish. Besides, Ray obviously wouldn’t be naked with us there and it would be more fun to watch him naked than to help wash the truck. I walked around the pond to where Ray was just pulling the fire truck out of the garage. He had already parked the pickup and placed the fire truck on the cement washing slab. He got out the hose and cleaning equipment and turned to us with a solemn look.

“OK Cathy, it’s time to get dressed for the job,” he said with a straight face.

“Uh, what do you mean?” I asked.

“Come on Cathy, I know you’ve been watching me, what I don’t know is just how long you’ve been at it. At first, I was worried about getting in trouble, but then I could see that you were doing this on your own so I decided to have a little fun with you.”

“H- H- How do you know we’ve been watching.” I stammered.

“Well, one day I was waxing the truck and I saw a flash of light. At first, I didn’t think anything about it, but then it kept happening, so I stopped to see if I could determine where it was coming from. Finally, I narrowed it down to that window where you keep your telescope. So, I got my own binoculars and hid inside the garage and peered out through my own window and sure enough, I could see the two of you and your binoculars and telescope trained on me. So, I began to put on a little show for you, letting you get a better look at what you obviously were trying to see. That excited me so much, I began to give you an even better view. I’m sure you know what I am talking about!”

Having said all that, Ray simply walked into his workshop office and moments later returned completely naked, well that is except he was wearing flip-flops to protect his feet.

“OK, Cathy, time for you to get properly dressed, you been looking at me for over a year, now it is time for me to get a look as well! You can use my office, or you can just strip down out here, I’m OK either way.” I looked at him with astonishment while Ray looked on with an amused smile. Slowly I walked into the office debating on what I should do. I could run home, I could refuse to take my clothes off, maybe I could just take off my top, all these thoughts ran through my mind. Finally, I decided to just get naked and see what would happen. I wasn’t really afraid of Ray; he had never been anything but kind and sweet to us so I didn’t think he would hurt me. And besides, I really wanted to get a closer look at his cock!

A couple of minutes later I kind of snuck out of the office into the bright sunlight. Ray had began spraying the truck down and when he saw me, he playfully turned the spray on me for just a second, then back to the truck. Giving a little squeak of surprise, I jumped back staring as Ray turned toward me. Although his cock wasn’t as big as we had seen it sometimes, it sure wasn’t the dangly little thing we saw for the first few months we were watching him work!

“Here are some towels, why don’t you start from the back and I’ll work from the front and wipe the excess water off the truck. Then we’ll follow up with the special spray wax. Let me know if you need any instructions or equipment. I doubt you will need much help as you know exactly how I do it, so let’s get to it. Afterwards maybe I can give you a ride,” he smiled with a suggestive look.

After the initial shock and surprise, I got into the job. Before long I began to realize just why Ray did all this work naked. It was so nice to feel the warm sun on my naked body and not have clingy wet clothes hanging on me. Actually, it shouldn’t have been a surprise as sometimes Rachel and I would skinny dip when Mom and Dad weren’t home and it felt really nice not to have a wet bathing suit stuck to my body. It took about forty-five minutes to finish the truck. I began asking questions about the equipment on the truck. Suddenly, I had an idea.

“Hey Ray, show me the fire hose, I have always wondered what it would be like to hold the hose and spray water around. Do you think we could play with the hose?” I asked with the most innocent look I could muster.

“I suppose I could let you try it out,” he replied. In a couple of minutes, he had attached the hose and turned on the pump. I could tell by the sound of the engine that it wasn’t going to pump very much water. Even-so, when he handed me the hose and opened the valve, I was shocked as how hard it was to hold the writhing hose and aim it where I wanted to spray the water. After a couple of minutes, I handed it off to Ray. He stepped in and grabbed the hose holding it steady, which then allowed me to direct the end without having to fight the entire length of the hose. That made it much easier and pretty soon I felt as if we were real fire fighters. After tiring of the game, Ray turned the pump off and laid the hose down. I looked over at Ray and saw that his cock was about back to the normal small dangly thing we had seen so often.

I turned to Ray with my most innocent look and said, “Hey Ray, do you think I could handle your fire hose all by myself?” Ray studied my face intently for a few seconds then moved closer. As he cautiously moved, I saw his cock rising as if someone had turned the pump on high pressure.

“Hey Cathy, if you want to see how my fire hose feels, go for it!” For just an instant he stared into my face and then I reached out and encircled his cock. “By the way, it’s called a cock,” he said, “Although if you want to call it my fire hose it’s OK with me.” As I touched his COCK, it jumped and he thrust his hips forward such that his cock pressed into my belly. Slowly I reached down with my other hand and felt the wrinkly bag and the two egg like things inside. “Those are balls,” he said with a stained voice. “Treat them gently as they can be very tender.”

As he said that, he moved his hands to my breasts and began to gently caress and stroke while using his thumb for forefinger to tweak the nipple. I almost peed my panties, well if I had been wearing any that is. I felt my knees go weak at the same time as I could feel him thrusting his cock into my hand. As his thrusting increased in speed, I unconsciously tightened my grip on his cock and before long I felt his cock kind of swell then jerk as hot sticky stuff spurted all over my belly and began running down. Ray pulled back then grabbed for the hose.

“We better not let any of my cum get close to your pussy, I don’t want you getting pregnant,” he said as he turned the spray on my belly and rinsed it off. I could see his cock had significantly reduced in size and Ray backed away while fixing me with a questioning look. “Are you OK?” he asked still with the questioning look. I kind of shrugged and nodded my head while just standing there not quite understanding what had happened.

Finally, I spoke up and said, “Ray, I am a bit confused, this isn’t something I have ever experienced before and I don’t quite understand just what happened.

“Well Cathy, you are such a beautiful girl and being here naked with you just pushed me beyond what I normally would do. Besides, I know you have been watching me and a couple of times I put on a show for you so I thought you knew more than apparently you really do. Are you sure you want to know more?” he asked.

Realizing that I was in a position to get a real education, I nodded my head in encouragement. Ray glanced around then took my arm and steered me into his garage office where there was a nice soft couch. Not only that, but there was a small bed in the corner. He explained it was there because sometimes some of his old car buddies stopped by his place on the way to pick up cars or parts and he gave them a free place to crash. Ray gently pressed me into the couch and took the office chair and sat opposite. The fact we were both totally naked seemed not to be important to either one of us. After clearing his throat, Ray explained that he was actually a nudist, although he kept it a secret from the neighbors because most people wouldn’t understand.