The Neighborhood: Part 14 [MF][FF][Handjob][Exh][Voy][Mdom][Fdom][Oral][Sex][MC][SciFi]

**The Neighborhood: Part 14**

**Note:** It’s been a while since we visited The Neighborhood. Hopefully there’s still some interest.

**A brief recap:** Colin Turner was a middling sad-sack with failnig marriage, who stumbled into a dream job based on some research he wrote years ago. He took a job with Fenris, a company with its own little enclave in Wolfsburg, CA, and its own peculiar work ethics. Fortunately, he had the sly and sexy Janelle, his hiring advisor, to act as his guide as he acclimated. He moved into a large house in the neighborhood with his wife Alison, and becomes involved in a company project involving wristbands that can alter behavior, within limits, based on keywords of phrases. Over time, Colin learned to enjoy his newfound freedom, his expanding desires, and to leverage the behavioral technology he has near-unfettered access to live out his fantasies. His sister-in-law, Stella, recently moved in, and Colni decided to take advantage of her programming skills, among other things…

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**Chapter 30: What Janelle Knows, No One Knows**

A few days later, presumably with Stella well on her way to becoming a permanent fixture at Fenris, Colin headed up to his office for the morning when her was stopped by Natalie in the vestibule.

“*She’s* in there waiting for you, Mr. Turner. I couldn’t stop her.” Colin had to think for moment, but quickly realized there was only one person who could truly bowl over Natalie *and* make her seethe over it—Janelle.

“It’s okay, Nat.” He smiled. “You told me about it before I was surprised, which is the most important part.” She smiled briefly and sat back at her desk. Colin went inside his office and closed the door behind him. “Still not naked and in just a ribbon, I see.” Colin said, crossing the room to where Janelle was facing away from him looking out his window.

“I *could* do that one of these days,” she said, turning to him and smiling, “but then what? It’s not as if I’d let you *do* anything with me.”

“I could come all over you while Natalie watches.” He said, surprised to hear himself speak so openly. “Sorry,” he muttered, “radical honesty getting the better of me.”

“Don’t apologize.” Janelle said. “Everyone is due their fantasies…as long as you realize it’s *just* going to be a fantasy. You already got to come on me as it is. Most men would be gratuful…not pushing for more.”
“I *am* grateful, but weren’t you the one pushing me all this time to be more assertive?” He said.

“Touché, but that’s not why I’m here. I wanted to catch you before you started your day.” She said as he sat at his desk and started to log on to his computers.

“I figured as much. You normally like to drop in the *afternoons* unannounced.”

“Oh, how very droll, Colin.”

“So?” He asked.

“You actually already framed the discussion. I’m here to talk about you coming.” He raised an eyebrow. “Oh, now you’re interested?” He nodded. “When I got you this,” she walked over to the telescope she’d given him as a gift, “you decided to show off and have Little Miss Blondie Big Tits out there blow you in front of me. Sucked you dry, too, as I recall.”

“Yes.” Colin said. “Now who’s being droll?”

“Droll or not, I * was* impressed. I took it as you *asserting* yourself—as you say—in your office, on your team. Good things are being whispered on high,” she tilted her head in the direction of the Main building, “but then I heard another story.”

“And that was?”

“You blowing your load all over Blondie Big Tits’—well, big tits—*while* that tall drink of lab assistant watched.”

“Kristie barged into my office while *Natalie*,” he emphasized his secretary’s name, “was servicing me. It was mildly embarrassing, so I figured I’d give Kristie a little reminder why it was important to follow protocol. I didn’t touch Kristie, if that’s what you’re asking.”

“It’s not.” She paced. “I don’t care if you call her in here to fuck her or otherwise. I *love* to climb the tall ones, myself.” She winked. “But I have a pretty solid idea of what your project is about. I wanted to make sure that if you *are* taking advantage of whatever your technology may have to offer…” she paused, apparently searching for the proper words, “that you are doing so, um, *judiciously*. What if it had been one of your other *male* team members barging in here, would you have had them watch you get a handy, too? Would you have had *Natalie* show off those tits and get a nice big pearl necklace to match?”

“The only other team member who has bothered to drop by my office has been Mike, and his wife actually looks a lot like Nat, so maybe, yeah, who knows? Natalie did what she did *willingly*.”

“Maybe, yeah, who knows?” Janelle said mockingly.

“What the hell is this about? This isn’t the first time you’ve tried fishing for what my team is up to. I’m not the route to get that info—to be clear. You want more information? Show me an email letting me know what I can tell you. I’m not trying to be rude, Janelle, really,” he held up empty palms as sign of peace, “but I’m doing my part to keep things internal to the team, and who I come on, and in *front* of whom…that’s just me playing at being boss—learning to be boss—I guess. Again, that’s something *you* encouraged me to do.” Janelle smiled. It wasn’t the reaction he was expecting, so he was a bit thrown off.

“That’s fine, Colin, really. That’s, well, that’s all I had to talk to you about.” She started moving toward the door. “And Colin, it would probably be a good idea if you didn’t bring up our little conversation, not, at least, until things are a bit more clear to you, okay?” He nodded, though if he was being honest, radically or not, *none* of it was clear to him. He spent the rest of his day mulling over project details, only taking a brief break to toy around with the changes Mike was working into the tagging sub-system. Mike had sent yet another email indicating that ‘resonant spillover’ was amplifying itself in the testbed mesh systems, but Colin expected the engineers would work through it soon enough. He dashed out an email telling Mike to prioritize the mesh bugs as ‘high’ and left for the day.

On his way home, Colin got a pleasant surprise by running into Gretchen at the bus stop. He’d left early for the day, and was expecting to be the only rider on the shuttle service.

“Hey, stranger.” She said, approaching him from the sidewalk leading from her building. “Skipping gym class or home ec?”

“I could ask the same of you.” Colin said, standing up to receive a brief hug and kiss on the cheek from her.

“The husband’s parents are coming for a brief visit, so I have to set things up for them and go pick them up the airport. So, sorry,” she leaned in and caressed the front of his pants, “you can’t come over and play.” She didn’t stop until she was satisfied he was aroused.

“That was…*not*…nice…” Colin sighed, his erection tight in his pants.

“Ohh…sooo…sorry…” She said, making and exaggerated innocent face. “I feel like that right *now*, right when I *saw* you, actually. And *neither* of us can do anything about it, can we?” She teased at her nipples for a moment, prominent under her blouse, and looked around slyly. “The worst part is, the *husband* won’t even fuck me when his parents are visiting…simply can’t perform knowing they’re possibly in listening distance.”

“You have a big house.” Colin offered.

“You’ve heard how *loud* I can get.” She smirked. “Oh, well, here’s the bus. You wanna sit with me, like we’re in high school?” They got on the bus and moved to the rear. There were two other women in seats near them, and Gretchen leaned over and whispered, “The blonde is hot, right?” She reached down and started stroking the front of his pants again. “I’m not usually into blondes, but she’s got a great body and nice lips—dick sucking lips, right?”

“Gretchen…” Colin was enjoying her efforts, but it was making him uncomfortable in more ways than one.

“I’m so wet right now, Colin.” She said, not quite whispering. One of the women, the other one, a brunette, glanced back. “Tell me what you want me to do.” Colin was having a hard time controlling himself.

“*Are you satisfied?*” He asked, wanting her to lose just as much control, and Gretchen sucked in a tight breath.

“Fuck you, Colin, you know I’m not.”

“Give me hand job.” He said. She started undoing his pants, and quickly pulled his cock free.

“Mmm…I want you inside me.” She murmured. He ran hand along her stocking-clad leg and traced up her thigh.

“*Spread you legs*” Her knees moved apart, her hemline rising until the tops of her stockings were showing. She was stroking him gently but steadily, and his hand found the bare flesh of her inner thigh, then the lace of her panties, and the dampness that was her pussy. He was so caught up in the moment that he hadn’t realized they had an audience. He jolted, seeing the brunette sitting in front of them, but watching over her shoulder. The blonde was in the seat opposite, facing them, her long legs spread enough to reveal red, mostly sheer panties.

“I heard you two back here.” She said nonchalantly. “Naughty.” She smiled and spread her legs wider and pulled up her skirt. She slid a hand down the front of her panties, and Colin caught a glimpse of a dark blonde landing strip. “It was sooo…I…mmm…” She started touching herself. “It…fuck…” she moaned softly, “it sounded like fun.” Colin glanced over at the brunette. She appeared to be doing something in the seat in front of them, too.

“What the…?” Colin muttered. Gretchen was stroking him even as she lightly touched herself. The other women seemed just as entranced. Even as Colin focused on the events, he realized he was hard—rock hard—like, back when he was *actually* a teenager *hard*. “Fuck, this is the bleed-over, isn’t it?” He muttered to himself. The shuttle driver called out the next stop, and the brunette in front of Colin swore as the bus slowed to a stop.

“I was so close, too.” She said, standing up and straightening out her skirt. “I just *want* it.” She said, reaching down and giving Colin’s erection a few tugs while Gretchen frowned at the competition. “But *this* is my stop.” The brunette walked off the bus, and Gretchen resumed her hand job.

“She was handsy, wasn’t she?” Gretchen asked, as nothing was out of the ordinary.

“Gretchen, I’m going to…come…soon…” Colin hissed. The blonde across the aisle glanced up at this—away from watching Gretchen work him—and quickly eased off her panties.

“Here.” She said, tossing the red panties right onto his cock. “Use those.” Gretchen actually incorporated the soft fabric of the panties into her hand job, and he struggled to contain himself just a little longer until finally exploding with a gush of breath as the panties darkened with the wetness of his come. The blonde was so wet, the fake leather seat was shiny with it, her finger sliding in and out in a steady rhythm as Gretchen pumped the last bit of his semen in the panties. The bus driver called out the next stop, and the blonde bit her lip before grabbing the come-soaked panties and, to Colin’s surprise, slipping them on with smile. “God, you don’t even know how much I fucking enjoy that.” She added, rubbing herself through her panties a bit more before sliding down her skirt and wobbling a little out of her seat.

“You’re still fucking hard!” Gretchen said, staring down at erection. Colin was surprised he was still aroused as well. “Okay, seriously…you’re coming home with me.”

“Gretchen…” He protested. But she said nothing more, still teasing his cock, and only taking a few sly moments to take off her panties, followed by a few chaotic twists as she wiggled out of her bra. She tossed her underwear into the now abandoned seat across the aisle. “What the hell are you doing, Gretchen?”

“Keeping you interested.” She said, putting his cock away, before acting as if it was just another boring commute for the next two stops. As they reached the stop that led to her back gate, she led them to the front of the bus where the driver was minding his own business, and they dashed off toward her house.

“What about your underwear?” Colin laughed as he hurried after her.

“It’s not the first time I’ve left it in a vehicle.” She glanced over her shoulder, stopping at her gate, though still outside her yard. “I want you to fuck me, Colin.”

“I assumed as much.” He said, moving toward her gate.

“Here, Colin.” She said, stepping in his way. “*Here.*” She emphasized. And she pulled off her jacket and blouse, tossing them over her fence. Her nipples were hard, the ovals of her areolas tight even in the warm afternoon sun.

“Gretchen, someone could see!”

“They *might*.” She said, stepping out of her skirt before ridding herself of it over the fence. “That’s part of the fun—but will anyone *care*? Will they?” In just her heels and stockings, she leaned back against her gate and started touching herself in earnest, her inner thighs slick with arousal. “You *have* to fuck me, Colin, *please*…” She eased off the gate and turned around, bending over to present herself to him. He was still so *fucking* hard, and even as he stepped up to her and yanked down his pants, he glanced down at the bracelet on his wrist, the little marvel of technology seemingly inert but doing more than he could have ever imagined. He slipped inside her with the lightest of pushes, though she let out a sound as if she was already coming—and for all he knew, she may have been. He pumped and pumped until just a minute later she was coming so hard around his cock that—for a moment—he thought she’d lost control of her bladder.

“Gretchen, I don’t know if I can come again so soon…” He muttered as she insisted he keep fucking her. He was enjoying it, but he felt like he was drunk. The aftereffect of the three women on the bus—the bleed over from the bracelet—was taking some time to wear. She pulled free of his fucking and got down on her knees, right on the grass in the small open lot behind her house. He knew it was wrong, that this was too public, too obvious, but Colin let Gretchen take him in her mouth. She worked him expertly, and even though he thought he felt spent, he came just a few moments later. Gretchen let the smaller gush of come hit her face and tits before sitting back on her bare ass, her legs spread wide, and a wider smile on her lips.

“Take a picture of this.” She said, running a finger though his come before sliding the hand down to her pussy and back up. “Show Janelle how *dirty* I’ve been.” She giggled.

“Fuck.” Colin said, letting out a breath. He pulled up his pants before hastily buckling them. She was a mess. Her hair was tousled from the wind and his rapid pumping. Her stockings had bits of grass clippings, dirt, and even some mud on one torn knee

“Take a picture, asshole!” She laughed. “I’m not going to sit out here all day while all my neighbors perv on my spread pussy.” She teased herself again, and Colin nodded dumbly before fumbling his phone out of his jacket. He snapped a couple of pictures until Gretchen seemed satisfied with his amateur photography. She eased up from the ground and opened the gate to her yard, walking in and waving him behind her. He couldn’t resist and took another photo of her bare ass, red from sitting on the grass, and looking well-used. She closed the gate behind them and looked him up and down. “Get yourself together and go out the front.” She said, gathering the remnants of her work clothes. “Come on!” She said, slapping his ass. “Stick around any longer, and I’ll make you go again!” Colin straightened his clothes after putting away his phone. His hard on had finally faded, but he didn’t want to test Gretchen’s malicious streak.

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**Chapter 31: Who’s All Invited?**

Colin was barely through the door when Alison walked up to him holding a little envelope. The envelope caught his eye, if only because she was holding it up like a prize, though he was distracted by the tiny, yellow string bikini she was wearing, just a few triangles of fabric and not much else.

“Been shopping again?” He smiled.

“I picked this up the other day when I took Stella out. She was shocked.” She grinned back. He walked around his wife, seeing it wasn’t a thong, but the fabric was so tiny it didn’t leave much too the imagination. A good portion of her ass was hanging out, and he grabbed at her. “I take it *you* like it?” She asked as he walked back around to face her.

“I do.” He reached for a string. “And so easy to remove…” She slapped at his hand playfully.

“Don’t you dare! I *just* got this adjusted so you can’t see the top of my pubic hair.”

“I won’t complain.” He grinned, trying to slip a hand down the front of her bottoms. She held out the envelope.

“In-vi-*ta*-tion.” She said. “I *didn’t* meet you at the door to have you paw at me.”

“What is it?” He asked.

“A party invitation. A *weekend*-long party. Weird, huh? Who are Clark and Tabitha?” Colin thought about it for a moment, but couldn’t think of anyone he knew at work or in the neighborhood by those names.

“Hang on, Alison, let me call Janelle.”

“I should have thought to call her.” She muttered, watching him call her. “When you get an answer, I’ll be out at the pool. Stella is actually making a habit of hanging out with me in the afternoons, so that’s progress, I guess?”

“Still haven’t gotten her naked yet, huh?”

“*Not* when *you’re* here.” She squinted at him. “And that’s my fucking *sister* you’re talking about.” Colin said nothing, watching his wife’s ass sway out of the vestibule and back toward the pool.

“Hey stranger,” Janelle said, answering on her end. “Can’t go twelve hours without talking to me? I’m flattered.” She laughed. “What’s up?”

“Hey, Janelle. You’re not busy, are you?”

“Polite, as always, Colin, but you are still my primary client for a few more months. What can I do for you?”

“*That* is a loaded question,” he laughed, “but seriously, we received an invitation in the mail, to a party this weekend—for the *whole* weekend?”

“Okay, not typical, but not unheard of.”

“Who are Clark and Tabitha? I should have probably led with that.”

“Probably.” She laughed. “You met them your first day in town. It was Clark’s retirement party. Tabby is his blonde trophy wife, big tits, nice ass—you and Alison probably don’t remember because of the jet lag and whatnot.”

“I remember those tits.” He said offhand. “But he retired, though, I thought.” Colin said.

“Well, yeah, mostly. None of these guys ever just disappear overnight—even if we want them to.” She laughed. “And Clark is one of the good ones. He’s still putting in one or two days a week in a board member-like capacity. I don’t think they’re actually selling their house either, so they’d still be floating around Wolfsburg, regardless. You should consider yourself lucky. He was—still is—a top dog. He must’ve taken a shine to you, though I did talk you up to him quite a bit at that party when you and Alison were wandering off getting drunk.”

“We weren’t getting—.”

“I’m just teasing, dummy. Relax.” She chuckled. “However many times you’re coming a day—it’s apparently *not* enough.” She laughed again. Colin really enjoyed hearing that sound, even if she was making fun of him. “Anyhow, this invite is a *good* thing. I suggest you accept, and that you and Alison try to enjoy yourself. A good word from Clark can mean a big deal for someone like you. I’m assuming it’s at his house, right? We call them the ‘country houses’. Big ol’ mansions. A little stuffy for me, design-wise, but most of the executives like them, even the ones without kids.”

“I actually don’t know anything more than who invited us. Alison walked off with the invite. She’s at the pool.”

“Hmm…what’s she wearing?” Janelle purred.

“Not much, actually. A little string bikini that’s more string than anything. She is definitely becoming more adventurous.”

“I should go up to your office and look through your telescope. Would you put on a sex show for me? I’d love to see your wife come, see you fucking her.” Colin stopped in his tracks, his breath catching. “My god, Colin, I think I can hear you *blushing* over the phone. Your wife is my kind of girl, you know.”

“People have said you two look alike, Janelle. What does *that* say about you?”

“Don’t try to headshrink a headshrinker, Colin. I will fully admit I *love* having sex with myself, so to do it for real…well…oh, and the *sister* is there too, right? Maybe just *you* should go to the party. *I’ll* keep the girls entertained.”

“Damn it, Janelle.” He closed his eyes. “I was going out there to ask her for more details about the party, and now I’m hard as a fucking rock.” He turned away from the patio doors since his suit pants were tented. He had no idea if it was residual effect from the mesh bug from his commute, or the *general* effect Janelle tended to have on him.

“Ohh…Colin…” She said huskily. “You poor…mmm…boy…unh!” She gasped sexily. “Don’t you want to ask what I’m *wearing*?”

“I *saw* what you were wearing today, remember? So, fuck off, Janelle.” He laughed.

“You wish, buddy. Look, call me if you need anything. I have a multi-timezone teleconference in a few minutes. Still, I say, just *accept* the invitation, go have fun…you know, a *normal* weekend. See you around, Colin.” She hung up.

Colin waited a moment until he wasn’t erect, or at least not noticeably so, and he grabbed a beer and went out onto the patio.

“So, what’s the verdict?” Alison asked from a lounger. He glanced over at Stella. She was wearing a conservative two-piece bathing suit, but she looked svelte next to her sister. Toned. She didn’t acknowledge him, tapping away at her phone.

“Janelle says we should go.” He said, sipping his beer. “That it would be good for my career. Clark and Tabitha are the couple we met on our first day—he was retiring.” He added.

“Oh yeah…he grabbed my ass.” She said.

“And you were *okay* with that?” Stella said, looking up from her phone. Apparently, she had been listening.

“Alison *does* have a nice ass.” Colin said, catching himself too late as he saw Alison flush with arousal. Alison slid a hand up her leg and shuddered, stopping short of doing anything untoward with her sister sitting close by.

“And I was, um, not *okay* with it, Stella, but we had literally just arrived in Wolfsburg, and I wasn’t going to make a scene at an official gathering.” Stella said nothing, going back to her phone.

“Back to the invitation,” Colin changed the subject, “um, I’m assuming it will be relatively informal.” “They’re really not that far away, though everyone refers to where they live as ‘the country’. Fifteen minutes’ drive, maybe?”

“I haven’t seen our suitcases since we moved in.” Alison said.

“We probably just need an overnight bag or something. I can ask, I guess.”

“If it’s anything like Jim and Fiona’s,” Alison smirked, “we won’t need that big a bag.”

“I’m, uhhh…I’m not sure it’s *that* kind of party,” Colin whispered, though Stella seemed to be ignoring them, “so maybe a range of items?”

“I’m teasing, babe.” Alison said. “I’ll be good, I promise.” Her hard nipples, prominent and slightly visible through the yellow bikini, said otherwise.

“Stella,” Colin said, “will you be okay if we leave to alone for a day or two?”

“Really?” Stella said, looking over her sunglasses at Colin. “What am I, twelve? I lived alone for years without burning my various apartments down.”

“He’s just being *courteous*, Stella. Really!” Alison said. “I’m going to dig through my stuff and start putting together a bag.” Alison left them and Colin looked down at Stella. He was tempted to do something to her, especially given her tone, but it wasn’t exactly safe environment to experiment with his wife just upstairs. He went back inside and watched some TV, but after ten minutes, his erection made a reappearance, and seeing Stella still preoccupied poolside, he made his way upstairs to the master bedroom.

“Come to help pack?” Alison asked. She set an overnight bag on the bed, and he saw she’d picked out a couple of sundresses already, some shorts, a couple of pairs of shoes.

“That seems like a lot for the weekend.” He said

“I’m not bringing it all, I just haven’t decided *what* want to bring yet.” She reached over the bed to move a pair of panties closer to the bag, her bikini bottom riding further up her ass as she bent over.

“Don’t forget a bathing suit.” He smirked. “I like *this* one.” He stepped up behind her and tugged at the tie on the back of her bikini top.

“Hey!” She clutched at the front of her top as it started slipping free of her breasts, but she laughed. “I’m still *wearing* this.” She turned to face him, inches away.

“Oh, I see what you mean.” He slid a hand down the flat of her belly and teased at the hint of light brown bush peeking from the top edge of her bikini bottoms. “Definitely a bit, um, *scandalous* for weekend party, don’t you think?”

“Damn it, I thought I finally fixed that.” She said, but didn’t move his hand away.

“You need to get the suit wet, and *then* tie it up.”

“Know a lot about bikinis, do you, Mr. Turner?” She asked.

“Enough.” His fingertips slid just underneath the fabric. “And this,” he started pulling the bottoms down, “is too loose.”

“I need to *pack*, Colin.” She said in a hushed tone.

“You will…you’ll have time.” Her bottoms fell to her ankles, and she stepped out of them, letting her top hang loose over her breasts.

“Were you hard?” She asked, felling him through his pants before starting to undress him. “Out by the pool?” He was teasing at her pussy and she was fairly aroused. He stepped clear of his own clothes.

“Your ass in that bikini…looked amazing.” He said. He felt her nearly gush against his fingers between her legs. It wasn’t even the *exact* phrasing, but he could tell by the look on her face that Alison was responding to the bracelet.

“It wasn’t because of Stella?” Alison said, breathing heavily.

“If she was wearing what you wear, I might give her another look, but this?” He put her hand on his cock. “It’s all because of you.” She said nothing in response, easing back on the bed and spreading her legs. Still hanging on to his erection, she pulled him forward and he slid in with the gentlest of thrusts.

“Fuck me.” She hissed. “Fuck me, already!” She said, louder.

“My little,” he started fucking her rapidly, pumping away like they used to do as inexperienced college kids, “my little fucking come slut wants it, yeah?” He felt her clench in excitement at the words.

“Yes, fuck me!” She said even louder. “I’m your little slut! I’m your little slut who loves cock!” Colin nearly lost his rhythm, realizing Alison was triggering her own sexual response, her own orgasm. The words had just popped into Alison’s head, and thinking them felt dirty, but saying them out loud? *Amazing*. She was coming hard and fast, her calves cramping as her toes flexed in the moment. She cried out in pleasure, loud and long, feeling Colin’s ongoing thrusts, though she was almost done with her orgasm. It didn’t used to be like this, but Colin, this new Colin, seemed to know exactly what she wanted. More importantly, he let her have—and do—exactly what *she* wanted, too. He pulled free and spurted on her chest and stomach, his come feeling like fire in that moment as she watched him enjoy his own passion. She was so happy to make him happy.

**End Part 14**

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