It had been five months since our first encounter. I was exhausted after the drive and had attempted to carry one too many moving boxes inside. He ran to my rescue before the contents of my boxed belongings ended up all over my new front lawn.
“Silly girl, you should have asked for help! These boxes are far too heavy. Take more trips, look after your little body.” His tone was stern but his face, playful.
He was so handsome. His salt-and-pepper stubble drew even more attention to his perfect face. His jaw was strong but his smile, soft. He wore his shirt like he was doing it a favour. Clearly much older than myself, but more handsome than any man my age. When do men start looking like… well, like this?
He placed the boxes down and extended his hand. “Daniel. My name’s Daniel. And yours, Miss?” I placed my hand in his and his size engulfed me. My hand looked like a child’s in comparison to his muscular hands. He placed his other hand on top of mine and that’s when I noticed. A ring. My new, deliciously handsome and chivalrous neighbour was married.
“Katie. I’m Katie.” Without intending, my eyes darted to his other hand. I couldn’t look away from it. My hand felt so nice in his *married* hands but reluctantly I pulled my hand away. “Thank you for your help but I’ve got this, Sir.”
Sir seemed to tickle something inside his handsome body and the corner of his mouth flicked upwards. Not quite a smile, but definitely a mischievous smirk. Fuck, this man was sex. Not just sexy, he was *ALL* the sex. But still married.
I kept my distance from Daniel as best as I could but living next door meant bumping into each other was inevitable. He always seemed to be in the right place at the right time. Being 22 and renovating an old house alone had put me in many peculiar situations that he always seemed to save me from. I slowly accepted the fact that I couldn’t, and didn’t want to, keep away from Daniel.
Both working from home meant that we spent most of our days together. We quickly became friends, then became friends that flirted, endlessly.
He helped me with tasks around the house that I was too short for, boy drama, dating advice and lunch. He always made sure I was fed before he left home for the day. Cooking with Daniel was my favourite because it was when he was his most playful. He would stand behind me and watch over my shoulder as he taught me how to cook. I loved feeling his warmth behind me or when he would take over and wrap his arms around me. I was so tempted to push back into him, to turn around and pull him close but he kept that stupid ring on. All I got were stolen moments like this. I needed more. I needed it all.
Daniel’s biggest rule with dating was “No ring, no problem” which meant most men were fair game, all except him. I tried to date, but they weren’t him. So I resorted to age-gap erotica and porn. My bedside table drawer collection was growing by the week. I needed more toys, I needed to be filled whilst imagining it was Daniel.
I started caring less and less about that stupid ring. I started caring less about the wife he never slept with anymore. I started caring less about hiding the fact that I needed Daniel.
I needed to show him how much I needed him. So I waited until his master bedroom light turned off for the night. I sat and positioned myself on my armchair in front of the window that looked into his study and waited. Daniel often spent his nights there as his wife was upstairs sleeping. I wore nothing but a tight singlet top and panties that could easily be pulled to the side. My breasts are far too large for my frame and they stretched the small shirt until it was practically see-through. As soon as I see his study light turn on through my sheer curtains, I begin my show for him.
I spread my legs as my wand finds its way to my clit. It doesn’t take long until my panties begin to dampen. I pull them to the side and remove the thin barrier between my clit and the wand. I up the level and let out a moan. I up the level again and, this time, moan Daniel’s name. Then suddenly, his study light switches off and I hear the door slam.
What have I done? Panic takes over as I turn the wand off, throwing it as I race to shut my blinds. Tears start to fill my eyes when there’s a knock at my front door. The knock is hard and loud and it echoes through my house. I make my way to the door and hide behind it as I open it.
Why am I wearing this? Oh god, what if someone else saw?
Daniel barges in my house and turns to look at me. He is furious and his breathing is rapid but his gaze doesn’t leave me. He looks down at my breasts, barely contained in my shirt. My nipples are hard and aren’t leaving anything to the imagination. His eyes drop lower to the damp spot on my panties. I try to cover myself with my hands but he moves closer to me. I step backwards until my back is against the wall. I can feel his warm breath against my lips.
Without breaking eye contact with me, he fiddles with his hands and then throws something. I hear metal clink against the tiles.
*No ring, no problem.*
He kisses me, hard. There is no romance, it is angry and hard. He lifts me against the wall and holds me with one arm as his other hand yanks my shirt down. He bites my nipple and I let out a yelp. He looks at me with a devilish smirk and carries me to the armchair.
“Is this what you want? You think you can be a little tease and not be punished for it?” His words are spoken in a tone I haven’t heard before. He leans down and bunches my panties together in a fist and drags them up my slit forcefully. The friction from the thin material on my swollen clit feels electric. A soft moan escapes my lips and this seems to provoke him even more. I need more and the noises I make clearly make him want to give it all to me. My heart races as he places his forehead on mine, his eyes locked to my own. My chest is rising and falling at a rapid pace as I try to control my breath but the dampness in my pants was now an ocean. Him being this close doesn’t help. His fingers are so close to my needy pussy.
“Daniel, please…” I beg him before he makes me gasp. Suddenly my lungs needed more air than ever before as he rams two of his girthy fingers into my wetness.
“Call me Sir.” He growls.
He kisses me passionately as his fingers curl in my tight slit. I feel an unknown pressure building with every rhythmic movement he makes inside me. I don’t know how much more my pussy can take. Then suddenly, it gushes. I break our kiss and let out a cry. The shock on my face, clearly not well hidden, lets him know I’ve never squirted before.
“Ah, my little girl. So many things to teach you.” He snarls before diving mouth first over my clit. His fingers, now moving slower but still deep within me, are now accompanied by his tongue, lapping up my wetness. I grab a handful of his hair as a second wave builds.
“Not on my fingers this time, slut.” He slurs as he slurps on my slit. He removes his fingers and I hear his belt unbuckle. God yes! I finally get his cock!
He lines his cock up with my slit and rubs it up and down, completely coating it in my creamy mess. He is thicker than any man I have been with before, and certainly thicker than all my toys. My body shakes under him.
“Daniel, I need it. I need you. Please, Sir.” My wimpers bring a smile to his face.
“Watch me take you. Watch me ruin this perfect little hole of yours.” He says before slowly pushing into my slopping wet pussy.
I can’t breathe. I am so full. I feel my walls struggle to take his size. I let out a small gasp before he pulls out and enters me hard and fast. The pain, mixed with pleasure, makes me want him even more. I look down at my pussy and see it grab at his thick cock with every thrust. I have never been so wet. I coat him, I coat myself and I coat the chair in my sweetness.
The pressure builds inside of me again as my walls tighten even more against his shaft. Daniel feels this and moves his fingers to my clit. His pace quickens and his thrusts get harder.
“Cum all over my cock like a good little slut, Princess. Cum for me.” His voice is husky and I can’t take it anymore.
I scream out his name and moan as my pussy gushes and tightens but Daniel pushes through it. His fingers move faster and harder on my clit and he pounds me hard into the armchair. I get dizzy as my orgasm takes over my whole body.
“Cum in me, please. Please D…Sir, cum in me.” I beg of him, through cries.
This is all it takes to push Daniel over the edge. He grabs a fist full of my hair and kisses me hard as his cock tenses and erupts deep inside me. He rests his head on mine as my pussy milks every last drop of cum out of his perfect cock.
He stands up after catching his breath and looks at me; sweaty, messy hair, sloppy pussy and legs spread over the armchair.
“You better be waiting for me like this, everyday, from now on. You’re mine now.” He bends down and kisses my clit. “This is mine now.”
I can’t hide the smile on my face. “Yes, Sir. I’m all yours.”
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/ultq8x/neighours_part_1_mf
This isn’t just sexy. It is romantic!