[M]eeting the [f]riendly Neighbor [Long]

So a bit of backstory first: I moved for a new job to get back closer to home, but had the opportunity to slow play finding a place as there was a house in the family from a relative who passed away years back. It was on a quiet little lake and was perfect for summer trips, but for now it would be my crash pad while I sold my house and found my next one.

The house was about 1.5 hours from family and friends, so I didn’t have a lot of people I knew and being in a really small, off the beaten path, area there wasn’t much to do. For something I expected to last a few months tops, that was fine. The only real problem was that I didn’t have a washer and dryer, so instead of staying at the house, I was frequenting trips home to visit with family and friends (and do my laundry).

The house was on the circle and one of the neighbors homes was really close, like within 10 yards. Our driveways were basically together except for a foot of grass in between. In the back of the houses our decks ran parallel to each other. The homes sat up on a hill and you could walk down stairs to get to the water. After moving in I introduced myself to the neighbor, Lisa. She was a good looking woman, my guess (which was confirmed later) was mid 40s. Seemed to keep herself in good shape. Dressed very professionally when I saw her getting in and our of her car. She had long brunette hair, dark eyes that I am sure could get her whatever she wanted, was about 5’7ish, and had a body that bordering on perfect — slim where it needed to be, soft and curvy where it needed to be. For better mental imaging purposes, head to toe Kendra Lust is probably a good visual comp….just, ya know, maybe not as perfect.

We made small talk whenever we saw each other. She was always extremely friendly, and I do try to pride myself on being the same. We would be getting in the car or checking the mail often enough were we would talk fairly often. Being the only real person I “knew” in the area, it was a welcome sight to see her out. When the weather got nicer, we would eventually see each other out on the decks more and more. On day we got to talking and she asked how my girlfriend was. I said, that would be tough to know since I dont have one. She commented on how she assumed that was why my car was gone most weekends, which lead to me explaining about the laundry situation. She then offered for my to use her washer and dryer anytime I needed to save a trip home. We went back and forth with the, “I dont want to be a bother” and the “No, No I insist” until eventually we came to the compromise of me doing my laundry there, but my buying dinner and wine. It was a date.

Honestly, it was pretty great. I went over a few days later after we both got home from work. Had pizza and wine and we chatted while I went through a small load of laundry. We chatted about everything and I spent about 4 hours there. Learned that she was divorced because her and her husband found out being married to each other is hard when you are both married to a job. This was a lake house those two had purchased to visit, but she decided she liked it enough to stay in for a while at least (3 years at this point). Found out she was 45 and shared that I was 31 and that we were both in sales. No kids, and outside of work only really had the gym to rely on. Into the second bottle came some light flirting. The “any girl would be luck to have you” and “You are too beautiful to not get what you want”. Lead to move conversation and the admission that she does get fairly lonely. Travel for work and staying busy doesnt lead for much wiggle room of social life, to which I agreed. That night ended, but the experience was well worth making this a usual thing – So Thursdays were set.

*Fast forwarding to the next week – same set up, same great conversation to the point I actually forgot what I had really came to do. The night was late and I had forgotten to move my clothes from the washer to the dryer. A problem she rectified by saying to just turn it on to dry and come back tomorrow night to get it, so I did — with another bottle of wine as an extra thank you.

I caught her immediately after she was getting home from work. I had been outside finishing work on the deck as she pulled in. She was wearing a green tank top which shoved off some amazing cleavage and a light sweater, a tight black skirt down to about the knee with heels on. She asked if we were still on tonight and we agreed that I would swing over in about 15 minutes. I grabbed the wine and headed over.

She was had changed out of the skirt and into the jeans, but the top and sweater remained — thank god. When I got inside we opened the wine and I saw she had already folded my laundry. After she insisted that it wasn’t a big deal, she had nothing better to do in the AM, she said that she welcomed the company and we just sat to drink and talk. Being Friday, we drank more heavily. The flirting took it up about 10 notches. At one point, I was joking with her about how sales should be extremely easy for her – I told her I wouldn’t be able to listen to a word you said, but would never take my eyes off of you. She jokingly went over a few strategies of hers…she sat close, laughed and touched my elbow, would put the tip of a pen in her mouth while leaning towards me to get a better look down her shirt, she would finger the top of her top lightly right around the cleavage. I told her I didn’t care what she sold, but sign me up. We sat, we laughed, we drank.

Eventually, she looked at me and said “You know, you dont have to leave your underwear behind when you come to do wash. I can handle seeing a mans boxers”. I laughed and said that wasn’t the reason, though I did find it interesting she had noticed there were none from the times doing laundry there. She pressed what I meant and I just said “its because I dont wear any….”. That caught her a little by surprised it seemed, but intrigued nonetheless. She smiled with her eyes, bit her lip and said “prove it”. We were both standing in the kitchen, In my jeans and T-shirt I thought for a minute of what to do next. I lifted my shirt and went the brave route, unbuttoning my jeans and pulling them down just far enough where she might get a quick glimpse of my shaft. She seemed a little impressed, either to the fact that I was brave enough to show what I did or just about the truth of the matter, but either way she just started to look at me differently. I told her I think I might have a counter to your sales tricks now, why do you try it again?

I caught her mid-step to get closer to me. I wrapped my right hand around the side of her head and pulled her lips to mine. The move was welcomed as she wrapped her arms around my neck and we kissed deeply like long lost lovers who were finally back together. It was one of the most intense make outs I have been a part of. We kissed, our tongues dancing with each other and lips searching for the other like someone dying for thirst looking for water. I pushed her back and she leaned against the counter. I picked her up and sat her down on it as our lips never broke from one another. Her hands fought to get my shirt off and I was more than willing to do so as I dropped her sweater off her shoulders and down. With her arms still wrapped around my neck I moved my lips across her cheek to nibble around her ear. A soft moan and then whisper “what do you have to sell me now?”. She answer “Me, I am all yours”. With that sign off, my lips went from her ear down her neck, not missing an inch as I kissed and sucked my way down to her collar bone. More attention her as my hands worked to hold her sides tightly. My lips continued down her chest as my hands meet her tits as well. I squeezed them together and sucked and kissed on her cleavage, before pulling down her bra and shirt to reveal them and let my lips and tongue find the left nipple as my fingers found the right. Her hand found the back of my head as she lightly squeezed my hair and she moved her hands all over my back while I caressed her chest. She moaned with approval as my hands and mouth got rougher.

I moved my fingers down to her jeans button and popped it open. I then removed my lips from her nipple and found her mouth again and kissed her deeply and passionately with both my hands on the side of her head. While I mouths stayed connected, I unzipped her jeans and in one move, lifted her off the counter and pulled them off her butt and then slide them down her legs, leaving her red thong behind. I removed the jeans from around her ankles and knelt as I massaged her ankle and calf and kissed from her calf, to her knee, to her thighs….my mouth slightly behind my hands as we moved up her long, toned legs. I could feel the warmth as my mouth inched closer up the groin towards the red fabric. Her grip on my head and her moaning increasing in frequency as I neared her sweet spot. I looked up to lock eyes, but her eyes were closed taking it all in, pinching and twisting her own nipple as my mouth continued. I swung a leg over my shoulder and gently caressed her pussy over of thin red fabric of her soaking wet thong. I kissed near the fabric as my hand grabbed at the side and slowly slid the material away, revealing a deliciously shaved pussy. I kissed all around it, teasing her and tasting her, not daring to touch it with my lips yet. After some more teasing and caressing with my fingers, I grabbed at her waist and removed the thong completely. I swung the leg back over my shoulder and pulled her as close to the edge of the counter as possible as my mouth found her wet lips.

I started by kissing her pussy from the top to bottom slowly, and then took my tongue from the bottom, parting the lips, to the top. Her moaning was incredible, she wanted this badly, needed it. I circled and found her clit before dancing back down her hips and back up. I slide a finger inside of her as I worked her clit again with my tongue, reaching for her nipples with my other hand. I ate her pussy like I was starving for her. I danced my tongue around, feeling and learning her body as I went. She began to buck her hips with the motion so I sucked hard and then went faster with my tongue. Looking up at her, she was pinching her nipple and squeezing hard as she forced my head into her pussy with her other hand. She closed her eyes moaning “oh, shit. Oh shit” as she came all over me, with my tongue unwilling to stop until it was completely over.

When her thighs released their grip on my head, I stood up to find her panting, eyes locked on mine. Without a word she pushed me back and jumped off the counter and immediately to her knees. She undid my jeans and before they even hit the floor, my hard cock was in her mouth. Her right hand stroked me as she sucked, deeper and deeper, moving her head and using her lips like a pro. She was getting a little sloppy and I loved it. It seemed like this was something the was craving and loved to do. This was not the ending I wanted, I wanted to be inside of her and I told her so. “I want to be inside of you. I want to fuck you so badly”. She got off her knees, taking her shirt off while she did and grabbed my hand — leading me to the bedroom where she instructed me to lay down.

She crawled from the foot of the bed back to my hard cock and put it back in her mouth again. Those dark eyes staring at me while she sloppily sucked. She removed my cock from her mouth and climbed up on top of me, positioning herself over me to slide down. She carefully slide my slippery cock into her pussy….slowly, inch by inch she took it until she fell completely on top of it deep inside of her. When she did she moaned loudly and left it there for a second, enjoying having a hard cock in her. I circled my hips slightly to keep up the pleasure and pulled her in to kiss me, her tits still hanging out of her bra, which I then removed. She began to ride my cock, working slowly back and forth. She began to pick up speed and height, taking the cock almost out before slamming completely back down. I played roughly with her tits as they bounced just above me. I couldnt take much more, I had to cum with this woman. I grabbed her hips tightly and worked my body with hers, I put pressure on her pussy as best I could and tried to get as deep with each thrust. She grabbed her head post and bucked faster. I told her I was going to cum and with a “yes baby, cum” she continued on. Her moans getting louder, her grip on the bed stronger. I felt her pussy tighten around my cock as she began to cum again and almost as soon as it did, I felt my cock explode inside of her. She continued to ride through our orgasms and then panting, she collapsed on top of me – our lips meeting again as we kissed. My spent cock stayed inside of her as we slowly made out.

Turns out, I actually do my laundry more ties than once a week now.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/bgjj72/meeting_the_friendly_neighbor_long

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