Dorothy looked into the mirror, checking out her naked self. As a kid, she’d always been a awkward, gangling dork. But now, trying to imagine herself in the eyes of others, she realized she was beautiful.
She had begun dressing in tight, better fitting clothes, with hints of leather, a flirtatious fishnet. She spent money and time getting her purple dyed hair and dark makeup perfect. She pierced her ears up the lobe, her eyebrow, her nose, her nipples.
She began getting attention from men she had never thought of that way. Sure, the boys at school were talking to her more. But so were her teachers, her friends’ fathers, her pastor, a whole world of older men. Adult men that she’d always assumed saw as fatherly turned out to be lechers, their gaze lingering on her tits when they thought she wasn’t looking, their tolerance for her presence having grown nearly infinite.
This attention was all new to her, and Dorothy had seen many other girls act revolted by it. But Dorothy reveled in it. She flirted, she teased, she wanted to be these men’s fantasy. She wanted them, when they jacked off, when they fucked their girlfriends and wives, to be thinking of her.
But a few men still treated her the same as they always had. Still respectful, still acting as if she was a child.
Dorothy’s next door neighbor, Paul, was one. Paul and Angela Johnson had been living next to Dorothy’s family for years. The Johnsons were both attractive, the type she’d heard people say ‘make a cute couple.’ They were always friendly, too, but were much younger than her parents, and perennially at a different stage of life. They had spent their 20s working instead of raising a family, and only now was Angela pregnant now with their soon-to-be first child.
Dorothy thought about this challenge, and smiled.
From her bedroom window, Dorothy watched Paul doing yard work. It was a familiar sight, Dorothy had been fantasizing about him for years. But actually making something happen … well, despite her new confidence, Dorothy found herself nervous at the thought. She had still only ever had sex with two boys, both of whom had been her boyfriend at the time.
But she was home alone, and if she was going to do this, this was the time to do it. Dorothy saw Paul wipe his face, his bare arms glistening with sweat. This was the time. She took a breath, built her resolve, and moved into action.
First thing first, she pulled her hand from her crotch. Then she prepared an outfit, something suggestive yet plausible. She pulled on a white t-shirt. It wasn’t revealing, but it was made from a thin material, and with no bra beneath it, it would suit her purpose. Then she slipped into thin, tight pajama sweatpants, no panties of course. She pulled her hair up into pigtails, and tied them with brightly-colored scrunchies she hadn’t used since sixth grade.
She made a quick dash downstairs, making sure the doors were unlocked, then returned upstairs. A quick visit to the shower stall to get the water running, then back to her room. She looked, saw Paul was still doing yardwork, now even closer to her window. She stepped back from the window, hiding herself from Paul’s view, and grinned.
“Help! Help! It’s flooding, I need help!” Dorothy yelled.
Nothing.
“Help, anyone! It’s flooding, please come help me!”
“Dorothy? Is that you? What do you need?” she heard Paul yell back. Finally.
“Mr. Johnson! Thank you! Please come now, it’s flooding, it’s getting everywhere!” Dorothy did her best damsel-in-distress voice.
“Uh, ok, I’ll be right there,” she heard Paul shout.
“The back door’s unlocked. Come quick!” she plead.
Dorothy listened, heard him come around the fence, footsteps coming up the stairs. ‘Now or never’, she thought. “In here, Mr. Johnson!” she shouted, so he could follow her voice to the bathroom.
He reached the doorway and stopped, looking. Dorothy had made quite the scene. She had stoppered the tub, and it was full of water. Then she disconnected the faucet handle, forcing the water on. And finally she had unscrewed the shower head, and was making a show of using it push back against the flow of water. Of course it wasn’t working, and the result meant that water had sprayed everywhere in the bathroom.
It was nothing she couldn’t clean up, but it was still a decent mess.
However, none of that was concerning Dorothy. She’d made sure the water had sprayed the front of her shirt, turning the thin white cotton transparent, clinging to her tits, nipples and nipple rings clearly visible through the fabric. And she was leaning over the tub on her tip-toes, ass pressed out, curves fully on display.
She was looking over her shoulder at Paul, making a display of trying to hold the showerhead in place. She did her best doe-eyed look, “Thank goodness you’re here, Mr. Johnson. I don’t know what I’d do if you weren’t able to come.”
He looked serious, but she saw his gaze flick past her butt in a respectful, trying-not-to-notice way. ‘Ah, so he’s not totally dead,’ she thought.
She said, “It’s just coming so much, it’s more than I can take.”
That made Paul look a little uncomfortable. “Ok, I’ll see if I can stop the uhh… turn off the valve,” he said.
Dorothy turned to point at the cabinet, pushing her chest out to do so. “I think it’s in there, Mr. Johnson,” she said. He definitely glanced at her breasts. “What am I going to do? I’ve got to get this all cleaned up before my parents come home and find me all wet like this.”
Paul wore an expression that belied the effort spent ignoring Dorothy and her comments. He turned away, burying his face in the cabinet. “Ok, I think I got it,” he said, turning the valve.
The water shut off, and Dorothy set the shower head down, turning around. When Paul stood back up, she was only inches from him. She had her back arched, her breasts pushed forward, making eye contact wearing her best look of being in awe of his manly skills. Her lips were parted slightly, and she teased her tongue across her mouth. Paul wouldn’t know if he really saw that or not.
“I’m so grateful to you, is there any way I could make it up to you?” Dorothy said, laying it on thick, looking innocent-but-not, “All you have to do is tell me want, and I’ll do it.”
“Uh, no, it’s, umm, really nothing,” Paul said. Uncertainty was pouring out of him.
‘He’s close,’ Dorothy thought. She made a show of glancing down at the tshirt clinging wetly to her chest, dark color of her nipples visible through the translucent fabric, rings clearly outlined. “Oh my, I didn’t realize, Mr. Johnson” her voice toned in hard irony, “I must be giving you quite a show.” She reached up to cup her breasts with her hands, covering her nipples while at the same time pushing her breasts up.
She looked back into his eyes, although his gaze was on her chest, “Well I’ve really got to get out of these wet clothes,” she said, making no motion towards actually doing this.
Suddenly, Paul grabbed her hips. ‘Fucking finally,’ Dorothy thought, smiling.
Then just as quick he pulled his hands away. He stammered, “Sorry, I’ve, uh, uh, got to, I think–”
“You want to fuck me, Mr. Johnson?” she cut him off.
He froze, staring at her.
“You want to fuck your hot teenage neighbor, Mr. Johnson?” She pushed.
“You want to see how she moans and begs for your hard cock?” Dorothy could see a bulge forming in Paul’s pants. She released her breasts, dropping her hands down, the fabric now clinging to the underside of her tits, too.
“You want a teenage fucktoy, yours to play with as you please? Is that what you want? Is that what you think about when fucking your wife? When she sucks you off, are you imagining its my lips around your thick cock and not hers?”
Dorothy grinned, pushed her sweatpants down a small bit, revealing the top of her pubic area, naked and completely hairless. Paul was still completely frozen, but his expression had been slowly transforming from shock into desire, into lust.
“Or does she not suck your cock anymore? A classy woman like her, too proud to suck cock? Do you even remember what it feels like to have a girl’s lips wrapped around your shaft, her tongue lapping up your cum?”
Dorothy saw him breathing heavy now. She wanted to push him over his self-imposed threshold, make him take the first move.
“Is that what you want, Mr. Johnson? A girl who reminds you that you’re a healthy, strong, man who takes what he wants, when he wants it? Is that what you are, Mr. Johnson? A man? Or are you going to go home and masturbate?”
He unfroze. All at once, he ripped her shirt open, letting her tits fall free, and he began desperately sucking on one of them. When he switched to the other nipple, he hissed, “You dirty fucking slut.” Then he pushed her out of the bathroom and into her bedroom.
“What are you doing, Mr. Johnson? Where are you taking me?” her voice all feigned innocence.
His hands forcefully shoved down Dorothy’s sweatpants, and he jammed his hand into her pussy. Dorothy gasped, but she was wet and ready. He said, “You’re such a whore, I can feel your body begging for me.”
“You want me to beg, Mr. Johnson? You want to hear me yearn for your hard dick? Do you want to know how often I think about what your cock feels like inside of me? What your cum tastes like? Whether you prefer your balls sucked or rubbed? Are you going to show me your cock, Mr. Johnson?”
His hands dropped to his own clothes, stripping down in record time. He was tanned, muscular, and rock hard. And he was standing in her bedroom. Dorothy’s wish was coming true.
Dorothy stared at his cock, knowing he was watching her. “Or do you prefer me beg the other way, Mr. Johnson?”
“Please, no!” she cried in imitation, “Your cock’s too big! I could never fit something that big inside me. I’m just your teenage neighbor, don’t make me do this!” She was having fun playing the temptress, watching Paul’s animal urges take control of his body.
He reached behind her and slapped her ass, hard. She yelped. But the yelp was cut short as his iron grip found her shoulders and pushed her down onto her knees. His hands gripped her pig-tails, he was using them like handlebars.
“No, Mr. Johnson, I could never–” Dorothy started, keeping eye contact with her look of wide-eyed innocence, but she was cut off as he shoved his dick into her mouth. She took him in, sucking tightly on his shaft. But his hands and thrusts were in control, he was fucking her face on his rhythm, and it was a fast and desperate pace.
Dorothy could feel him starting to tense, desperately grasping for the heights of orgasm. She was prepared to swallow his dick to its base, let him cum down her throat.
But he wasn’t some desperate teenage boyfriend, she realized, as he pulled out, still hard and greedy. He knew how to control his urges, prevent the fucking from ending early. His hands gripped her roughly, groping her tits, turning her around, bending her over her bed. He pulled himself up behind her.
Dorothy’s ass in the air, she arched her back and crossed her legs to accentuate her curves, better present her asshole to him. “Are you going to fuck my teenage ass on my childhood bed, Mr. Johnson? Are you going to drain your balls in my tight virgin ass?” Even Dorothy herself didn’t know where she was coming up with this stuff.
Dorothy felt a pressure building against her asshole, then release as Paul’s cock forced its way inside her. Soon he was pounding against her with all his strength, his hands on her hips, grunting with pleasure as he rode her ass.
“Please, Mr. Johnson,” Dorothy used her most pitiful voice, “I need to feel your cum inside me. Fill your teenage neighbor’s ass with your thick load. Show her what a man is like.”
Dorothy felt him tensing. “Deeper, deeper!” she moaned, begging.
Paul pulled her hard against him, and with a loud guttural yell, he came, his twitching cock spraying cum deep inside her.
For a moment, he just stayed there. But then he quickly pulled away, grabbing his clothes, fumbling trying to put them back on too fast. “What have I done, what have I done,” he was muttering under his breath.
Dorothy had crawled up onto the bed, was laying naked on her side, showing off her curves, fingering herself. She answered, smiling, “You’ve fulfilled my fantasy.”
Paul stopped, looked at her with a guilty expression, realized what she was doing, and looked away. “You can’t tell my wife, you can’t tell anyone about this. This was a mistake. I’m sorry,” he said.
“So no chance you’ll eat me out, then?”
Paul looked back at Dorothy, even more guilty. He was a nice guy, he actually wanted to. Dorothy could see the conflict in his eyes. “I’m just joking, you’re off the hook. I’ll get my boyfriend over here to finish me off,” she said.
“You, you have a boyfriend?” Paul looked stricken.
“I do. I’ve been training him to eat pussy. He’s getting decent at it.”
Paul was speechless, his mouth hung open.
Dorothy smiled, “Oh, I’m sorry, I’m supposed to be innocent.” She took on a cutesy, mocking voice, “My boyfriend is such a cutie-pie, we’re going to be together forever, he almost said the L-word the other day!” She switched back to her regular voice, “He’s a idiot. I use him for sex. Don’t worry about him.”
Paul looked confused. He had managed to get his clothes mostly back in order, he was looking anxious to leave, but was lingering.
Dorothy realized why. She said, “I’m not going to tell anyone about this. Obviously.” Paul looked hugely relieved. “Unless…” she let it linger.
“Unless what?” Paul was nearly in hysterics. Dorothy loved it.
“Unless you promise to come over again. You fucked my face hard, but you never let me show you what I can really do with my tongue, my lips.”
“What? Seriously?”
Dorothy slowly licked her lips, came him her best seductive look, stared directly into his eyes. “Yes. Seriously,” she said, “I can suck the roof off your house, and you missed out.”
He looked at her, part guilty, part anxious, part horny.
She waved him goodbye, and without another word, he left.
Dorothy laid on her bed, playing with herself, deciding if she was serious about having her boyfriend come over and eat her out, or if she should just finish herself off.
She remembered the mess in the bathroom, and decided to call him after all, have him take care of it after taking care of her. He could be so useful sometimes.
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/fva56a/how_to_fuck_your_neighbor_fm_girl_seduces_older
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