A Hottie's Welcoming

I pull the first box out of my backseat and nudge the door of my truck shut with my elbow.

I carry the box of my broken down bed into my new one floor house, stopping to look out the kitchen window. To the left of my yard is woods and on the other side is my neighbor's yard, separated from mine with a wooden fence. Their yard is about the same size as my own, but has significantly less grass since half of their yard is a pool.

I spend about 45 minutes putting my bed together, then take my mattress out of the bed of my truck and bring it in. After lying down for a minute, I head downstairs to unload the rest of my truck.

As I pull a big box out of the backseat, I see a woman walking up my driveway.

"Hello?" I say just loud enough for her to hear while looking up the woman's long muscular legs, outlined by her black yoga pants.

"You movin' in?" She asks with a delightful southern accent and with a flip of her caramel brown hair.

"Yeah." I reply extending my hand looking into her luminous green eyes.

"Well nice to meet you, neighbor." She points to the house next to mine and extends her hand. "Mandy."

"Bruce." I shake her hand.

"I don't have anything to do this morning, do you need some help?"

"I am definitely not going to refuse that." I chuckle.

"Well where can I start?" She asks adjusting the short sleeves on her blank teal shirt.

--

We bring in all of the boxes from my truck and then spend a few hours unloading them.

When the only room left is my bedroom,

I excuse myself to use the bathroom with the thought that she'll leave while I'm in there. But to my shock when I come out of the bathroom she's making my bed.

"You hungry?" I ask taking out my cell phone. "My treat."

We order from a locally owned burger joint that she recommended, which has surprisingly low prices.

We finish unloading the last couple of boxes and she sits herself on my counter.

"So Bruce, what brings you over here?" She asks taking her teal shirt off, now sitting on my counter in just a tight white tank top and yoga pants.

"Just got a promotion." I struggle to look up and meet her eyes with her breasts, barely contained by her shirt, at my eye level.

"Oh nice." She smirks and crosses her arms, pressing her breasts together. "What's the new job?"

It takes a moment for me to be able to speak, feeling a bulge in my shorts unlike anything I've felt before.

"Log... logistics manager." I answer as my cock pulses.

She raises an eyebrow and grins down at me. "You look awfully young to be in management."

"Yeah I guess 25 is a bit younger than usual, but I've been with the company for almost 5 years."

"Oh nice." She replies again as a car door shuts outside.

I walk over to the front door and see a young man approaching the door holding two bags of food and a tray with two milkshakes.

I take the food from him and hand him a 20 dollar bill.

I hand her the bag with her two burgers and let her pick the milkshake she wants.

"Do you wanna eat at my house?" She asks taking a sip of her shake. "I have furniture where you can sit." She gestures around the house, which has no furniture right now and won't until the moving truck shows up tomorrow.

"Uhh yeah... if you don't mind."

"Yeah not a problem." She picks up her bag and I follow her down my driveway and walk next door.

Walking a couple steps behind her, I try not to focus on her amazing ass in front of me but it's difficult to take my eyes off of it.

I eventually force myself to look away as she opens the latch to the gate on her fence.

She leads me up the stairs to her back deck and we sit down in chairs opposite each other.

"I'm tired after all that work." She snorts as she kicks off her sneakers and slides her socks off.

While we eat, I keep sneaking glances at her almost unfairly hot body despite my cock throbbing almost painfully in my jeans every time.

"What do you do for work?" I ask, breaking the silence.

"I work in finance." She answers in between bites of her burger.

"So when's your furniture coming?" She asks a few minutes after finishing her burgers.

"Truck will be here tomorrow morning."

She nods. "Is your... girlfriend coming then too?" She asks, not even trying to hide her intentions of finding out about my personal life.

"I don't have a girlfriend." I answer looking away. "Any nice gyms around here?" I ask trying to direct the conversation away from that.

"Yeah just a few miles away." She pauses for a moment, before answering.

She waits for me to look her in the eye before taking the cherry out of her milkshake with two fingers. Looking right at me, she bites the cherry and pulls the stem out of her lips. "But you can work out with me." She grins. "I have equipment in my garage."

"Do you mind if I take a look?"

"Yeah sure." She stands up and leads me down the stairs of her deck, leading me to the garage.

We enter her garage from a door in the back yard.

It's not a particularly big garage but it's big enough to fit a squat rack, weight bench and other basic equipment comfortably.

As I check out the rack, which can't be more than a few months old, I feel her warm breath on the back of my neck.

"Alright, I should probably get out of your hair now." I say, trying to stop myself from drooling.

"Ok." She says with a chuckle. "Do you want some help when your furniture gets here tomorrow?"

"Um... s... su... sure." I reply as she walks around me. "I don't know when that'll be."

"Oh that's ok, I'm on vacation this week." She approaches me and, surprisingly, gives me a hug.

I have to pull my hips back to prevent my erection from rubbing against her.

After getting back in my house, I run upstairs to finally ease this ache in my jeans.

Recalling all of the mental images I created this afternoon, I actually audibly moan which hasn't happened from just masturbating in years.

I take a quick shower and go back into my room, ready to just watch sitcoms for a bit before going to bed.

I put on some shorts and a sleeveless top and then look out my bedroom window, to the mouthwatering sight of Mandy wrapped only in a towel in her bedroom.

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The next afternoon, as I finish eating my lunch, I hear the truck pulling into the culdesac.

I walk out to the truck as it parks, feeling a familiar ache develop in my shorts as I see Mandy step out of her garage.

She's wearing pink and black sneakers, ripped jean shorts and a black tank top.

We spend about two and a half hours unloading the truck and moving furniture across my house.

The truck leaves as Mandy and I finish moving the kitchen table and living room coffee table.

She sits down on my couch.

"So tell me, sugar." She giggles. "What's on the dock for this afternoon?"

"Sugar?" I chuckle, feeling my cock pulse in my shorts.

She just cocks an eyebrow at me without saying anything.

"I was hoping I could use your garage for a bit." I ask, trying not to sound like a creep.

"Feel free." She says with a wave of her hand. "I'll be out there this afternoon too."

--

For the first week, we have a few friendly and flirty conversations. However, over the following couple of weeks work picks up and we don't interact beyond a few friendly waves.

"Been a couple weeks. Wanna workout tmr morning? 10ish?" She texts me Friday evening.

I know that a good workout would be good after an absolutely torturous week at work, but the past three weeks of pure sexual desire have driven me absolutely crazy.

"Sure" I respond.

--

The next morning, I walk over to her house and find the garage door open. I enter to see her planking in pink spandex shorts and a black sports bra.

"Welcome back," she grins. "What you doin' today?"

"Legs."

"Ooh me too." She smiles mischievously. "You wanna have a little contest?" She asks as I head over to the squat rack to begin my leg day routine.

"Sure." I reply, shrugging my shoulders. "Nothing like a friendly wager for some extra motivation."

"Ok." She says with a plotting grin. "If I win." I turn around to face her. "Then you have to do whatever I want this afternoon." She says with a glint in her eyes that almost makes me faint.

"What about if I win?"

"Name your wager." She calmly says, pushing her chest toward me and batting her eyes.

"If I win..." I pause for a minute. I know what I want to make my wager but also know I can't do that in good conscience. "... You owe me a steak dinner."

"Deal." She giggles as we begin loading plates onto the bar.

She tells me to take the first set. I hit 10 reps, and step out of the rack for her set.

I stand next to the rack and admire her long muscular legs as she matches my 10 reps without breaking a sweat.

We add some weight to the bar and I step back in the rack.

"This is my usual starting weight." I chuckle stepping back the rack.

I easily hit 10 reps again, but she matches and we add some more weight.

"This is MY usual starting weight." She winks as I step back into the rack.

A few sets later, she beats my 5 reps with 7 of her own.

"Guess I win this round." She winks, leaning against the post of the rack and smiling at me.

We follow with hip thrusts using a barbell.

Somewhat surprisingly we both hit 12 reps with each of our first 4 sets, adding weight each set.

"I think we might tie here." I giggle, standing up after my fourth set.

"Maybe." Mandy says with a flip of her hair. She loads another plate onto the bar.

"Go for as many as you can." She grins. "This is our last set here."

Now, with 495 pounds, she manages only 5 reps, letting out a nonchalant laugh as I help her stand up.

I match her 5 reps easily and, feeling quite confident, decide to show off a bit. I hit another 5 reps before standing up and see her slightly blushing.

We agree on RDL'S as a tiebreaker.

Before we even begin the exercise, I know that I don't have a lot left in me.

I somehow manage to keep pace with her for 4 sets of 10.

On my 5th set I only manage 6 reps before putting the bar down, knowing I'm probably not going to win.

She grins at me as she approaches the bar, proceeding to hit 10 reps easily and dramatically dropping the bar.

"Guess I win." She smirks, leaning against the post of the rack with her arms crossed.

I nod. "Yeah..." still short of breath from my set. "I don't have... anything else in me."

"Well then sugar." She says checking her baby pink nails. "I guess you have to do whatever I say this afternoon." She flips her hair to one side and looks at me, slightly tilting her chin up.

"Yeah." I say just loud enough for her to hear.

"What's first?" I ask after a brief pause.

"Good question." She grins, standing up and walking toward me. "Anything off limits?" She asks wiggling her eyebrows at me.

"No." I mumble, not even certain she heard me.

"Good." She wraps her arms around my neck. "Because I've got some ideas." She whispers.

She takes another step toward me, and the bulge in my shorts presses into her thigh.

"Interested?" She purs and I let out a gentle moan as she lightly traces the outline of my cock with a single finger.

I open my mouth to respond, but no sound escapes my lips.

"Is that a 'yes' Brucie?"

"Yeeess." I moan again as she lightly squeezes my bulge between two fingers.

"I saw you after work yesterday." She whispers. "You looked stressed." She pauses for a minute. "I want to help you with that."

I don't even attempt to reply, and just lean in for a kiss.

"Good boy." She replies as we break apart.

I'm slightly stunned by her calling me a "good boy", but I'm way too turned on to say anything about it.

"Get in the rack." She gestures with her chin to the rack behind me.

"Hands up." She winks after I take a couple of steps back.

She bends over, and reaches into a milk crate with various workout implements. To my shock, she pulls out a pair of handcuffs.

"This is how I have fun?" She asks while dangling the cuffs on one finger, and approaches me.

I don't reply, feeling a bulge that throws off my balance.

"Your hands are still up." She points out, clipping my wrist in one of the cuffs.

She loops the chain over the pull up bar at the top of the rack and guides my other wrist toward the cuff.

"You know sugar." She hums. "Your shocked eyes are super cute but I do actually need to know you consent to this before I cuff you." She grins, knowing my answer. "Do you consent?"

"Yes." I weakly reply and she clips my wrist the second cuff.

"Good boy." She gently runs a finger up my jawline before turning toward the door. "I'll be right back handsome." She winks.

--

My eyes stay locked on the screen door for several minutes as my cock pulses beyond belief.

I'm startled by the sound of the entrance to the garage from the backyard opening.

My mouth waters as she walks towards me with her hands behind her back.

She's wearing a low cut red lace top, black leather pants and a pair of black boots.

She slides her hand into my hair as we passionately kiss and she gently rubs my bulge with her finger.

We break apart but our faces are no more than a couple inches apart. "Can I take your shorts off?" She whispers.

"Please do." I reply.

She slowly slides my shorts down and stands back up, teasing my cock through my underwear.

"Now beg me to let this out." She taps my cock with a satisfied smile.

"Please take it out."

"Oh you can do better than that." She sticks her tongue out.

"I NEED you to let it out!" I cry feeling my cock start to leak through my underwear.

She shakes her head with an amused smile on her face.

"Say 'please please slide my underwear down to reveal a beautiful hard cock' and I'll do it." She taunts.

"Please... Please. Slide my underwear down to reveal a beautiful hard cock."

"That's good." She whispers and begins gently tugging at the leg band of my underwear.

Slowly and agonizingly, she slides my underwear down an exposes my twitching and leaking cock.

"Oh wow." She says as my cock begins to ooze pre cum.

"Can I touch you sugar?" She asks walking behind me and wrapping her arms around my waist.

"Please." I whimper.

She reaches down and lightly spreads my pre cum with one finger.

"Like this?" She says, firmly gripping my cock at the base and slowly stroking me.

"Faster." I cry out.

"Not just yet sugar." She taunts and plants a kiss on the back of my neck.

"Pleeeeaasseee." I whimper and begin thrusting my hips.

Without saying anything, she releases her grip on my cock and I let out a desperate whimper.

"I said 'no' sugar. My house. My rules."

"Ok." I weakly reply and she starts stroking me again, even slower than before.

It feels like hours we're in this position but it's probably only a few minutes and I feel my orgasm approaching.

After slowly increasing her speed for an agonizing few minutes I softly whisper.

"I'm gonna cum."

"Yes you will." She replies with a lick of my ear. "But not 'til I say."

"Ok." I cry out.

After a few minutes of struggling to hold off my orgasm, she slides her other hand up into my hair.

"Look down at yourself." She whispers and gently pushes my head down to my pulsing and oozing cock.

"I wanna cum!" I whimper.

"Go ahead."

As soon as I feel my orgasm, she points my cock up and my cum shoots all over my face and chest.

I return to reality a moment later and she's now standing in front of me with her hands on her hips.

"This is quite a look." She grins.

Without breaking eye contact, she reaches out and scoops my ejaculate off my chest and sucks it off her fingers.

She winks and pops jer fingers out of her mouth, reaching out to scoop the rest of my cum off my face.

She holds her hand in front of my face, my jizz glistening on her fingers.

I look into her eyes and we read each other's minds.

I realize she's asking if she can shove her fingers in my mouth and she realizes that I want her to.

We look into each other's eyes as she presses her fingers into my lips and I suck her fingers clean.

Tasting my own cum for the first time is one of the most arousing moments of my life and I feel myself already getting hard again.

"Can you suck me off?" I ask when she pulls her fingers out of my lips.

"No sugar." She says stepping toward me and running her arms up my back. "I can't give you everything today." She laughs.

"Please." I softly whisper as she leans in and kisses me.

"No baby. But I'll tell you what." She steps back and bends a knee, looking me up and down as if she's inspecting me.

"If you go this whole week without cumming. Then next Saturday I will give you the tease of your life." She walks around me and wraps her arms around my waist again. "You'll feel my mouth..." She leans in and whispers "... And probably other parts of me you wanna feel."

I let out a soft cry of both arousal and excitement as she lightly touches my cock with a single finger.

"Deal?"

"Deal." I cry out.

"Good boy." She kisses my neck and reaches up, releasing the cuffs.