When I first moved in, it was the middle of the winter, so didn't see anything of my new neighbors until early spring. What a treat was in store for me. I was sat at my computer writing one day and was absorbed in this task, when suddenly a movement caught my eye, and I had to rub them to make sure that I wasn't dreaming. On the climbing frame was an athletic looking young girl in a very short dress giving me lots of white panty flashes as she twirled and tumbled over the frame. It was just like I had been dreaming about all over winter, and I couldn't believe my eyes. Quickly I made my way outside.

"Hello" I said, smiling at her, "Who have we here?"

I obviously caught her by surprise, as she let out a loud shriek, dropped off the frame, and shot through a small gap in the fence that I had never realized was there. I returned to my desk, but although I kept a close eye on the garden, I never saw any further sign of her that afternoon.

Later that day someone rang the doorbell. Answering it, I discovered a petite, pretty woman in her early thirties, accompanied by the child I had seen earlier.

"Hi," the woman said," I'm Anne, your next door neighbor. I've brought my daughter Suzy over to apologies for coming on your property without permission." I invited then in, and we sat talking. It turned out that Anne was in fact 28 and was a single mom. Suzy, her only child, was 11, and was a bit of a tomboy. Anne went on to add that the previous owners of my house had a daughter about the same age as Suzy, who had regularly been over here playing with the other child. On hearing that, I said that as far as I was concerned then Suzy was more than welcome to come into my garden and play any time she liked. The only condition I imposed was that if it was a warm day, it was possible that I would want to work outside, so she would have to put up with me being there. Okay dear reader we all know the reason that I might want to work outside was NOT because of the weather, but it sounded plausible to Anne.

Up until then Suzy, who was still wearing the short dress from earlier, had been sitting opposite me, next to her mother, her back straight, her arms by her side and knees close together, expecting a telling off. As I hadn't objected to her presence, and was happy for her to play in the yard anytime she wanted, her whole frame started to relax. Gone was the rigid, tense body, and in its place was the smiling child that I had seen earlier. I even got a quick flash of thigh, but sadly no more than that.

And that would have been the end of it. From that point in time she was over on the climbing frame every chance she got, usually wearing either short dresses or skirts. I was in my element, getting lots of lovely panty flashes, as I sat in my study working and watching her. We were both happy in our separate ways. ......(cont)