The New Neighbour Comes Calling

The New Neighbour Comes Calling

They had moved in a week ago. Like the dutiful neighbour I am, I stopped over and said hello to both of them. They were a bit younger, 30s to my 50s, but seemed decent and able to carry on a conversation. He was a handsome fellow verging on pretty, seemed handy, and had some good jokes. He appeared to be a runner and was often out in running tights and t-shirt. She, on the other hand, appeared quiet and mousy, short and reserved, but with a real twinkle in her eye. I hadn't seen her out much yet. He revealed that he worked long hours to pay for the house and she was a stay at home wife that had an internet business. Her declaration of, "It's not an OnlyFans, in case you were wondering," came as quite a surprise and her eyes twinkled more as she saw her husband's shocked expression and my barely suppressed chuckle. There was much more to this lovely woman, that's for sure. "I create crocheting plans, believe it or not, and sell them online." Also not expected but, hey, if you can make some bucks doing what you like, great. "You'll have to stop by to see my crafts sometime." An invitation I certainly filed away for later.

A few days later, I saw him, Carl, trying to fix his gutters. Not one to let neighbours flounder on their own, I slipped on my slides and walked out to see what was going on. He had some parts on the wrong way so with a small correction, he had everything done. "Had to get this done before tomorrow as I am out of town for a month with work. I have a great opportunity to show what I am capable of for the business. It's my chance to really move up quickly and make a big change." After congratulating him and wishing him well with the new opportunity, he invited me in for coffee. They had really cleaned up the old neighbour's place, tearing out carpet and vinyl, and replacing it with new flooring. "Cindy, our neighbour, Jim, is here." She appeared from one of the back rooms and asked if I wanted coffee or a pop.

"Coffee would be great, thanks." As she bustled around, I saw that the hoodie she had on might have been the only article of clothing she was wearing. With no apparent modesty, she moved around the kitchen with purpose. As she reached up to get the coffee from the second shelf, he hoodie rode up and revealed some well shaped cheeks before sliding back down. With his back to her and his description of his new job, Carl didn't appear to see any of this. As he went on about the new opportunity, Cindy seemed to need to find other items on the second shelf to bring down. With each reach, I saw more of her sweet peach. No way was this an accident, she was showing off behind her husband's back.

"Honey, can you bring out the bread board I made for you, too? I want to show our neighbour my woodworking?" With a straight leg bend, she reached way to the back of the cupboard pulling out an amazing piece of joinery. En route, she also showed that the hoody was the only thing on with her shaved pussy and asshole on full display. "See the lines in that piece? They are nearly perfect." He was talking the board, I was thinking Cindy's crease.

"It's a nice piece for sure, Carl."

My coffee came, black and hot. Cindy knew what I want and how to give it to me. Pure and unaltered, it was perfect. "Hope you like it, I roast my own beans," said Carl proudly. It may have been the perfect cup of coffee served by the hottest server of all time. "I will send you home with some. Do you have burr grinder? If not, while I am gone, come over here and Cindy can grind some up for you each day, eh, honey?"

"I'd be happy to give him some each day, Carl."

"That's settled then. Come and see my shop in the garage. I love working with wood and so does Cindy. She usually gives everything a nice oil rubbed finishing, don't you, dear?"

"Sure do. You wouldn't believe how much rubbing some things need."

We went out to his shop to see his setup. Without a word of a lie, it was the nicest shop I had ever seen in my life in person or in pictures. Picture a blend of old school benches and CNC devices and you will have a good idea of what was there. I am not sure I could name all of what was in there but, damn, it looked cool. It was certainly not expected seeing that the old neighbour had nothing but an old bicycle and a set of tires in his before he passed away.

"Please keep an eye on Cindy while I am gone. She is so shy around people I worry that she might not get everything she needs. I will be gone quite a while, at least a month, maybe many more, so if you could do that, I would be very appreciative." I said I would be happy to help out and that he could count on me.

He went over and pressed the garage door button to close the smaller of the two doors. I was puzzled but thought there was more to come with the shop tour, how wrong I was. "Let me show you how appreciative I am, stud." He dropped to his knees and reached for my zipper while licking his lips.

"Hey, hey, hey, I am flattered but I don't swing that way, Carl. I am helping Cindy out because you are my neighbour, not because you will blow me." He got up and hung his head.

"I am so sorry. That was fucking stupid. Please accept my apologies. I'm so ashamed of myself."

"It's fine. We all make some unusual choices in moments of need but it's all good. Your secret is safe with me."

He thanked me repeatedly and once again asked me to check in on Cindy daily. After an awkward pause, I opened the door and headed back to my place thinking about how much the plot had thickened.

I saw his truck back out of the driveway the early the next morning. As I reached for my coffee beans, I realized that I forget to go and get some yesterday. Well, the offer of fresh coffee was made and the scenery was spectacular, so I walked over to Cindy and Carl's house. I pressed the doorbell and heard her footsteps approach. The curtain was pulled to one side and her smiling face appeared. She opened the door wide and greeted me.

"I'm so glad you came over, Jim. I was just about to stop by and offer to make coffee for you. Can you stop in for a cup? He just left and the house feels empty already."

"Of course."

I went in and followed her to the kitchen table where she had shown me so much. "Let me get some beans to grind for you." The coffee beans on the second shelf led to the same show with her using both hands to reach this time. Her ass looked even better today and I watched her stretch up onto the tips of her toes and clench as she reached. "Can you help me reach this? Carl pushed it to the back of the shelf." Like a good neighbour, I put my hands on her waist and helped her lift up to grab the beans. She felt and smelled incredible as I lifted her easily off the ground. Back down, she playfully rubbed her ass on my crotch as she said thank you. After grinding and brewing the coffee, she brought it over and sat across from me at the table.

"Did he suck your cock in the garage yesterday?"

"I'm afraid he did offer but I didn't accept."

"Ohhhhh, thank you. He's a good man but he has really changed lately. He's become obsessed with crossdressing and man on man sex. I found all his lingerie and dresses and the sites he uses. He has actually left to figure out whether he wants to be with me or wants to go full time into his fetish."

"That's big of you to accept this from him. Most women would have shown him the door at the first signs of this. Judging by his willingness to kneel and give me head, it's not going to be an easy decision to make."

Her sobs wracked her body and tears puddled on the table. There was nothing I could say so I simply sat with her and let her cry. After a few minutes, she looked up chagrined but smiling.

"What a way to meet the neighbour, eh? You must think me insane. Or a slut for showing off my ass and pussy to you."

"Not at all. Bad situation, good person. It would be hard for anyone."

"Did you like seeing my ass when I was reaching?"

"Sure did."

"Am I really that hideous?"

"Not at all."

She stood and came over to me. Sitting on my lap, she wrapped her arms around my chest. I wrapped mine around her shoulders.

I kissed the top of her head and squeezed her tight. "Let's have coffee and see what happens, eh?"

We enjoyed our coffee while I enjoyed her pressed against my hardening cock as she wiggled on my lap. "That's exactly what I expected your ass to feel like, Cindy. When I lifted you up, I knew you would be something special."

She stood and pulled off her hoodie.

Spectacular isn't a word I use often but her body was spectacular. She looked like a gymnast with pert bitty titties, a lean lithe frame, a shaved mound, and sleek, well shaped hips. She did a slow twirl to show me the back and it was all perfection. "You must spend hours a day working out or doing gymnastics!"

"It's all Pilates lately, actually, but I was a gymnast for years through college until I grew just a bit too tall. I am almost as flexible as I was back then though." Yep, you guessed it, her leg shot out and against the cupboard in a standing split. Every sinew was taut and flexed as she stood on one leg looking at me for reaction. The small piece of jewellery in her clit caught the light.

"That's a 10 from this judge."

She just laughed and lowered her leg. "I like you a lot already." She moved in front of me, straddled my lap and hugged me tight. I could feel her diamond hard nipples through my t-shirt as she started to rub herself against me.

"Let's find something better than this chair, Cindy." She brought me into the living room where a large lounging sofa sat.

"How's this?"

I picked her up and tossed her onto the multiple cushions on the couch. It caught her by surprise and she laughed with glee. I followed her down onto the couch with my face going between her legs. The laughter switched to moans as I buried my face into the smooth, moist flesh. I found her clit barbell and licked it with the tip of my tongue. She shuddered and pressed her mound harder into my face. I reached up to cup her ass and inner thighs while she bucked against my efforts. She was pure sex and leaking her juices down my lips and chin. The first orgasm caught her by surprise and she grabbed the back of the couch and the back of my head as she orgasmed wildly. Her back arch allowed me to get my tongue deeper into her pussy sending her into shivers and twitches as she rode it out. She collapsed back on the pillows, he back making a perfect arch as she stretched her arms over her head and shook her whole body.

"Fuck, I needed that."

With that, she fell soundly asleep in that position. I moved some of the cushions from below her back to let her straighten out and covered her with a blanket I found there. She curled into the fetal position as she fell deeper into sleep. I left a note saying I had taken a spare key to lock her door and headed home.

A few hours later, there was a knock at the door. Cindy stood there, freshly showered, hair still moist, looking radiant in a sun dress and a wide smile. "Thank you for your help today. It's been so long. It took me so far into my own pleasure that I just fell asleep after for hours completely relaxed. I got up and showered to come over to say thanks."

"My pleasure, Cindy. I'm sure we will find many things to enjoy."

"Yes, and it's my turn to repay your kindness." She came into my house boldly and looked around. "Would you like to fuck me?" She twirled the hem of her dress revealing no panties yet again.

"Yes, Cindy, I want to fuck you."

With a 'come and get me' she flipped her skirt and bent over the arm of my leather couch. Her starfish winked at me and her wet pussy looked close to dripping by the time I had my pants down and my hard cock ready to slide into her. Balls deep in one stroke, I heard the intake of her breath and the squeeze of her pussy on my shaft. My balls pressed against her and I felt her wiggle her hips to make sure I was fully buried. "Stay like that, please, just stay like that." Who am I to disappoint?

"Oh that's so good, so good, now just fuck me." My hips needed no more encouragement than that. I started my thrusts slowly at first then sped up as she fucked back at me with each stroke. Her feet didn't touch the ground so she was able to open her legs more and more giving me deeper access to her tight pussy. "Ohhhhh, that's it, that's it, fuck that's it!" let me know that I had found the right groove. "Faster and harder. Fuck me." I fucked away holding her hips tightly knowing this was a nearly perfect pussy to fuck. The rocking motion pushed her over the edge once again. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhh, yes!" She shuddered and clenched down as I fucked through her orgasm pushing her beyond pleasure. "Ohhhhh, no more, no more, more, more, more, ohhhhhhhh!" Second orgasm and her shaking increased.

I was close and let her know. "Cum in me as deep as you can. Blow that load deep inside me. Let me feel it." I was so close so picked up the pace again. "Inside. Cum inside me. Now!"

"Cindy, here I cum!" My words and twitching cock caused her to go into orgasmic spasms impaled on my cock. Each squirt was harder than the last and I can't really remember the last time I blew so much cum out. She was limp over the arm of the couch and my flaccid cock plopped out fully spent.

"Let me clean you, please." She slid off the arm of the couch, knelt before me, and slurped my cock into her mouth, licking and sucking all the while. I had to push her off when her ministration got to be too much to take.

"That was great." She smiled at me and licked her devilish lips with intent.

"That's rounds one and two over. Round three is after we nap, okay?"

After a brief rest and a small snack, she said, "I'm ready for some more. Let me show you what I can still do." She wandered into the living room, her tiny, tight ass wiggling as she went. Stretching her arms, she reached for the ceiling on tip toes then folded over in half, showing me her well fucked pussy. With a graceful kick of her leg, she was in a handstand position, her tiny breasts on perfect display to me. Slowly she opened her legs to a nearly full splits position. Picture everything you want to see during Olympics coverage and you will have a great idea of what I was witnessing in my own living room. She rolled into a sitting splits position and lay back to look at me. "Not bad, eh, for all the years off?"

I was smiling as much as she was as she stood and came over to stand in front of me. "I want to just ride you as we make out, is that okay?" She was so earnest in her question that I could only nod. Straddling my lap, my hard cock slipped into her with ease. A short moan let me know she liked it. With a gyration of her hips, she began her ride. She took total control this time. She clenched and gripped my cock like I've never felt before as she slid up and down. Her juice continued to flow like water as she alternated between looking deeply into my eyes and kissing my neck and face. Up and down she went, a sexual merry-go-round sure to please any rider. I help her tiny cheeks in my hands as she bucked up and down.

"Squeeze my nipples. Hard. Please." As I pinched both, she clenched hard on my cock. "Pull them hard, use your teeth." Lady's choice, of course. I could just grab the nipple between my teeth as it was so small. With my fingers pinching the other one, she started to fuck with abandon. Her hips were slapping into me as she rode, faster and faster, head thrown back, tugging on my grip on her nipples with her arched spine. "Bite down.. now..." I squeezed roughly and she sped up. When my teeth came together on the other nipple though... she ground into me, let out a squeal I hadn't yet heard, and shook uncontrollably. I tongued the nipple in my mouth as she rode her orgasm let her use that sensation to keep the momentum going.

With a final shudder, she collapsed in my lap, head pressed to my shoulder, pussy still locked around my hard cock. "Thank you, thank you, thank you," she said over and over again, "I thought no man would ever want me like this again." My hard cock certainly wanted this and so much more.

She slid up and off my cock and moved into a reverse cowgirl on my lap. "Now I am going to fuck every single drop of cum out of you." Where she got the energy to pump as she did, I will never know, but she gave me the best ride of my life. Between the clenching as she rode my shaft to the moaning and mewling as she dropped each time, she was a fucking machine come to life. Whenever I grabbed her tits and nipples she fucked harder, faster, and tighter. Non stop pumping. With my hands on her hips, I told her I was very close. Twiddling the clit piercing and squeezing the nipples was like adding gasoline to the fire.

"Squeeze my fucking nipples and cum inside of me." Reaching up to grab both nipples, I pushed out from the back cushion so I could recline a bit more. This gave her a bit more space to redouble her efforts and slam up and down into me. I was so close. Each stoke, closer still. From full buried to just the tip inside, she went up and then down again with the goal of feeling my squirts of cum.

Finally, I could take no more. "Here. It. Comes." Squeezing both nipples and using them to pull her down hard, she slammed down on my lap, squeezed her pussy tight, and milked my cock like no other.

"Oh, I can feel the jets of cum. Ohhhhhh, there, and there, and there." She writhed as the rest of the cum filled her pussy with that shaking and quaking orgasm she demonstrated before.

"Fuck, yes." She came back to her senses and leaned back onto me. Her pussy was on fire and she squeezed a few more times. It was exquisite pleasure at this sensitive time. She bent forward and wiggled her ass to let me slip out of her pussy. Sitting back up on her knees, she let my flaccid cock sit between her ass crack as she caught her breath. "That was great."

I had no words myself. I just enjoyed this beautiful woman's body under my hands and on my lap as we sat there.

Still wiggling around, she put her head back and to one side of my shoulder and said, "I think you are going to be the best neighbour ever!"