The Woman Next Door Pt. 01

Katie Cassidy was the kind of neighbor you didn't talk about too loudly, the kind of woman who made every man on the block peek out the window when she jogged by in her black leggings and tight sports bra. Blonde hair always in a messy ponytail, oversized sunglasses hiding those electric green eyes, her slim athletic figure was impossible not to watch. You didn't just notice Katie -- you remembered her.

She was also, impossibly, friendly. She smiled at you when she brought in her mail, waved from her convertible, and once asked if you liked red or white wine when she hosted a holiday party. It was all neighborly, innocent, charming. And yet, it drove you insane.

So when she rang your bell that sunny afternoon in June, you didn't think twice about answering the door in your gym shorts. But you weren't home -- at least, not downstairs.

Katie knocked once. Then again. She rang the bell, then leaned in and called out your name.

Nothing.

She jiggled the doorknob and found it unlocked -- something that seemed careless, until she remembered how safe this neighborhood was. She stepped inside, calling your name again, her voice echoing through the foyer.

Still no answer.

Then she heard something. Not footsteps. Not talking. A low, rhythmic creaking. Faint, but steady.

Curious and maybe a little concerned, Katie climbed the staircase, barefoot on the carpet. The second floor hallway was dim but clean. She moved toward the sound, pausing when she saw one door slightly ajar -- maybe two feet open.

She crept closer, her instincts kicking in -- actress, yes, but she'd starred in thrillers before, and this felt like a setup. But instead of danger, what she saw stopped her breath.

You were in your bedroom. Naked. Sitting at your desk.

Your computer screen showed a slideshow. Not just any slideshow -- a collection of her photos. Candid ones from Instagram, red carpet events, beach shots in a tiny bikini, magazine covers, even paparazzi snaps where she was wearing tight jeans and no bra.

And you were stroking yourself to them. Slowly. Enthusiastically. Lost in it.

She should've left. Should've coughed or made a noise. But Katie couldn't move. Her heart raced, but not from embarrassment -- it was something else. Heat bloomed between her thighs as she stared at your hand, your body, the way you exhaled her name.

Then you moaned softly, whispering, "God, Katie..."

Her breath caught. She squeezed her legs together and felt the warmth intensify.

She took one step back, enough to creak the wood under her heel.

You froze. Not all of you -- your hand still gripped your cock -- but your head turned slightly.

"Hello?" you said, voice low, breathless.

Katie hesitated, then stepped fully into view. "Hey."

You turned, eyes widening. She could see your shame hit first -- the frozen expression, the flinch, the flush of red crawling up your chest.

"I--I didn't hear you come in--" you stammered, reaching for a shirt, trying to cover yourself, your erection still thick and hard.

Katie held up her hand. "Stop."

You froze.

Her eyes dropped back down to your lap, watching your cock twitch at her voice. Her smirk was slow, wicked, and impossibly sexy. "So... I guess I don't have to ask if you'll be careful with my place while I'm gone."

You opened your mouth to apologize, but nothing came out.

She walked forward slowly, hips swaying, and pushed the bedroom door all the way open behind her. Her dress was short -- a pale yellow sundress -- and the sunlight behind her made it look almost translucent.

"I was just dropping off the keys," she said. "But now I'm curious."

"Curious?"

She stepped beside you, her voice low. "What picture were you looking at when I walked in?"

You didn't know what to say. You turned to the screen -- it had changed again, showing her in a black bikini top, one from a beach photoshoot. She leaned down to click back to the previous one.

A Maxim cover. Katie in lace underwear, back arched, eyes smoky.

"This one?" she asked.

You nodded.

"Hmm," she said, her voice a purr. "I always liked this shoot. My tits looked good."

"They... really did."

She glanced at you, then at your hand, still curled around yourself.

"You want me to go?" she asked softly, teasing.

You shook your head.

"Good," she whispered. "Because I don't want to go."

Katie leaned in and kissed you. No hesitation. Her lips tasted like strawberry gloss and something hotter beneath it. She climbed onto your lap, her dress riding up, revealing golden thighs and no panties.

You gasped when you felt the heat of her against your cock.

"No underwear?" you asked.

"Too many steps when I get horny," she said, her grin devilish.

You reached under her dress, sliding your hands up her bare thighs until your fingers met slick, swollen lips.

"God, you're soaked..."

"Yeah," she whispered. "Watching you stroke it to me? I've never been wetter."

She grinded against you, sliding the head of your cock along her folds, back and forth, until she lifted her hips and slowly sank down on you.

You both moaned -- hers breathy and sharp, yours deep and primal.

She rode you slowly at first, letting herself adjust, the pace teasing. Her eyes locked on yours, her hands on your shoulders, her blonde hair falling in waves as she bounced in your lap.

"Is this how you imagined it?" she asked.

"Better," you gasped.

She kissed you again, deeper, and fucked you harder. Her breasts bounced under the thin fabric of her dress, and you grabbed them through it, feeling her nipples pebble against your palms.

"Don't stop," she moaned. "God, don't you dare stop..."

You felt your orgasm building. She tightened around you, her own climax close.

Then it hit her -- her body tensed, her mouth dropped open in a silent scream, and she cried out, "Oh fuck, I'm coming--!"

You followed her seconds later, spilling deep inside her as she trembled in your arms.

Afterward, she lay against your chest, both of you sweating, hearts racing.

"You're still house-sitting, right?" she asked with a grin.

"Absolutely."

"Good," she said. "Because next time, I might be waiting in my bed for you."