Just Being Neighborly (PT. II)

The knock at my door made me jump. I wasn’t expecting it so soon! I was still getting ready, brushing the last frizz out of my hair and making sure my mascara didn’t clump.

“Just a minute!” I yelled, hoping that I could finish quickly. David had agreed to a neighbor dinner while Megan was out of town. I was honestly surprised. She was usually so territorial. I thought it would take multiple attempts to get him over here, but it was my lucky day apparently.

Finishing up, I took a few steps back from the mirror to give myself one last look over.

I had gone with comfy, yet sensual look. Black yoga pants – ones that made my ass look delicious – and an orange knit turtleneck sweater just big enough to not give everything away, but tight enough that it hugged and accentuated my breasts.

My hair I had up in a ponytail, I knew Megan wore it that way so I tried to mirror it, in hopes some mind games would help speed things up. I had done some make up, enough to look presentable, but not a full face. We weren’t at a Michelin starred restaurant after all.

I walked over to the front door, giving my pants one last tug so they hugged the curvature of my ass.

Opening the door, I smiled.

“Hey neighbor!” I said, opening the door and waving him in. “You’re here a little early, you almost caught me getting ready!” I said to him playfully.

David smiled at me, turning to put his arm around me for a hug. I made sure to push my chest up against him and pull him tight, but not too tight. I didn’t want to give the game away.

“Welcome to my uhh, humble abode! It’s been awhile, do you want the tour?” I joked. We could see the entire unit from the front door, bar the bathroom. I had made sure to clean the place up earlier. I put all my toys in the closet, made the bed, and even did laundry. It was the most productive day I had in awhile. It’s crazy what a girl like me will do for good dick.

I helped David with his bags, he was in charge of the alcohol and snacks. I looked through the bag as I took everything out and put it on the counter.

“Oh my, you got the good stuff!” I said, excitedly pulling a bottle of tequila out of the bag.

“I still remember what you like. Casamigos, something never change.” He said.

“Why don’t you take a seat! I’ll make the first round and get the pasta boiling! Dinner is spaghetti and meatballs, sound good?” I said, showing him to the couch with my hand. “Remote’s on the table, Giants game is on in 5!”

He cracked a smile, “Oh man, I haven’t been able to watch a game in a few weeks! Megan’s been on a bachelorette binge recently, I haven’t been able to watch anything good.”

He clicked on the TV and sat back to enjoy the game. I knew he hadn’t seen a game in awhile, who do you think got Megan hooked on the Bachelorette?

I poured a couple margaritas for us, making sure to give him a double. Making my way towards the couch, I put my hand on his shoulder as I handed him the drink.

“Oh man, someone’s been at the gym! I bet Megan likes that! Here’s your marg, cheers!” I said, quickly changing topics. We toasted and each took a few sips. He barely registered the extra alcohol, at least as far as I could tell. I let him settle into his seat as I continued with dinner. Every couple of innings I would bring him a new drink

Dinner took about 40 minutes to prepare, long enough to get 5 or 6 shots into him, and more than a couple in to me I could already feel the warmth growing in my fingers. I prepared the table before calling him over, of course I had a new drink waiting for him at the table.

We sat and talked as we ate. I told him about my job, he told me about his family. It was nice catching up. He asked about my love life, and I told him about my troubles in the past few months. I asked him the same and he told me all about what he and Megan were up to in the last couple months. Their life seemed great from what he was saying, but under the surface I could tell something was amiss. He didn’t seem overjoyed with his life. I changed the subject and catalogued that for later.

We talked for almost two hours before I realized how late it was getting. David excused himself to use the bathroom and I made an attempt to clean up. In my slightly inebriated state I dropped a glass onto the floor in the kitchen, it broke into a few glass pieces as it hit the tile floor. As I was bending over to pick it up I heard him exit the bathroom. I could see his reflection in a picture frame I had on the wall, he pause in the doorway as I was bent over. I smiled to myself. Still got it.

He rushed over to help me pick things up like the gentleman he was. There were enough shards on the ground that it would take awhile to get them all.

He yelped as he picked a shard up, the edge of the glass slicing open his finger.

“Oh you poor thing!” I said, “let me get you something for that!”

I retrieved a bandage from the cabinet and opened it. I reached for his hand to inspect the damage.

“Not terrible, you got lucky there.” I said. We made eye contact for a second. I’m not sure what came over me, but the alcohol was definitely involved. I kissed the bandage gently, locking eyes with David.

What the fuck Sam? I thought to myself.

He paused for a moment with a quizzical look on his face, but before I could process anything else his hands had wrapped around my waist, pulling me in tight. He planted his lips on me, and we shared to deep kiss. I could barely process what was happening, but I knew I liked it.

We half-walked, half-stumbled our way to my couch. I could feel his hands against my thighs, inching their way towards my ass. I grabbed his hand and moved it directly onto my ass, trying to be direct as possible.

We fell onto my couch, my body on top of his, passionately kissing without a care in the world. Before I knew it his hands were underneath my sweater, and I was working on the button of his jeans. I could feel the bulge pressing against my stomach.

Before I knew it we were both down to our underwear. I unhooked my bra, exposing my breasts, my nipples swollen and hard in anticipation. I motioned him up to his feet before sinking to my knees in front of him. The outline of his cock was readily apparent as it pushed against his boxers.

I pulled his boxers down slowly, exposing his the base of his cock first. I stared in amazement, I kept pulling, the length of his member amazed me. It must have been 9 or 10”, easily. I pulled his boxers down to the floor and stared for a moment, taking in the sight before me. Not only was it long, it was as thick as my wrist.

“Jesus, now I know why she’s screaming all the time.” I said. He said nothing, obviously not wanting me to bring Megan up.

I picked up his cock and placed it over my face, men always seemed to love seeing how big they were. I took his head into my mouth, toying at it with my tongue as I moved it farther into my throat. His hands moved to the back of my head, pushing me closer and closer to the base of his manhood. My mascara started to run as my eyes watered, but I wanted more.

After several minutes I stood up, tugging him by the arms towards the bed. I laid on top, stomach flat against the sheets with my ass in the air, ready for what was to come. But David, full of surprises as he was, did the unexpected. I thought his manhood would slide in to my and ravage me, but instead I felt the stubble of his beard between my cheeks, followed closely by his tongue whipping across my womanhood.

“Huge cock, and you know what a woman wants? Oh my..” I said between the small moans. He tongued at my most sensitive spot, sending shivers of white hot flame through my body. He lapped up my juices as though he was a man lost in the desert. For a moment, I lost myself in the waves of pleasure.

I could feel him moving behind me, I arched my back closer to the mattress in preparation for what was to come. I had heard Megan’s moans and screams every morning, it was finally my turn.

It started slow at first. I felt the tip of his shaft enter me, even then I felt like I was being split. It was more pleasurable than painful. He thrust his hips back and forth, moving deeper and deeper. With each passing moment I could feel the pleasure building within me. He quickened his motion, the small noises turning into loud slaps as his flesh bounced off of my ass. All I could do was moan and grip the bedsheets just that much tighter.

Suddenly his hand was on top of my head, pushing it down into the mattress. With the added leverage he fucked me harder than before. My moans and whimpers turned into pleasurable screams. He stopped moving his hips for a moment, without missing a beat I pushed back into him, filling myself with his engorged member.

“Flip over.” He said. Without a second thought I obeyed his command. He leaned in, his face right next to mine, and began to kiss my neck as he entered me again. Between his lips and his cock, I could feel the moment building inside me. Wave after wave of pleasure coinciding with each thrust of his hips. He used a free hand to play with my little sweet little nub.

I could see it in his eyes, it was nearing the time for both of us. We locked eyes, both deep in the moment, before I felt the release. My entire body clenched as wave after wave hit me, my face contorting with pleasure. His did the same shortly after, and I could feel the warmth inside me.

He collapsed on top of me, still inside me. We lay there for several moments before he kissed me deeply.

“We should do neighbor dinner more often.” I said in my most sultry voice. I could feel his seed inside me still, what I wouldn’t give to live every day like this.

(Thanks for reading! Part III coming soon!)

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