Long time lurker on my main Reddit account, finally sat down and wrote out this first encounter. If it’s well received, I will put part two into words. Hope you enjoy!
Marc and Carrie had been neighbors for nearly ten years, each breaking ground on building their brand new homes inside the same development about a year apart from each other. They were both married when moving in, newlyweds in fact, when they joined the suburban neighborhood for the first time. Being basically the first families on the street, they quickly became friends with each other. To be clear, these neighbors for the first few years who were in their mid 20s, were not going out to dinner or bar friends, but certainly more friendly than the typical wave that is usual in most neighborhoods. They would however, often gather together on the weekends to hang out in each other’s yard or around a fire for a few drinks.
Carrie is super tiny, wearing single digit dresses and adorning long dark brown hair midway down her back which was in a ponytail the majority of the time. In addition to her small frame, she has a small chest, barely over an A cup, but they are firm and it suits the rest of her body very well. However, her best features were most visible from the back. Her butt was just perfect, not too big, not too small and could almost always be seen in a pair of tight shorts with a little sneaky cheek hanging out the bottom. To top it off, rarely was a thong line not visible. Another one of her great features was her legs. Carrie was short, just a hair over five feet tall, but she carried a set of silky athletic legs that had the right balance of musculature in the calves and softness all through her thighs that made her look taller than she was. With her tiny waist and flat stomach pairing extremely well with her backside for such a petite woman, her hips curved into everything like a statue that would draw the eyes of any man with a pulse.
Marc was the total opposite of Carrie with the exception of their hair color. As an ex jock, he was about a foot taller than her with a barrel chest, big arms, thick legs, and wide shoulders. When he stood next to Carrie’s husband, he just towered over him, it was comical, and they all often joked about it. Carrie and her husband were the typical tiny couple while Marc and his wife were the tall ones. It was not everyone’s thing, but he had a hairy chest, his pecs still looked the same way after ten years. He was always working around the yard shirtless and shorts, more so to get a tan than any other reason. His legs and calves looked like tree trunks but fit nicely with the rest of his towering body. What he was carrying around in those shorts was very similar to the rest of his caveman style body, a well trimmed, clean, and thick package that was good at what it was designed to do.
As the years carried on, the men had moved up the ranks in their profession, they all had a few kids from each house, and Carrie ended up becoming somewhat of a stay at home mother, leaving behind her profession until her kids were of age to go to school. Marc’s wife was always a stay at home mom, but was involved in every activity imaginable in town. All these changes made the times of hanging out without kids much more infrequent. Still, it remained your typical small town relationship. Other homes were built around the neighborhood but only the kids from those two families became friends, running back and forth between Marc’s pool, or swing sets, or each other’s homes like it was their own. They all became so comfortable with each other after kids, that their back doors were never locked during the day. Refrigerators and cabinets were always stocked for the kids and were free game. Neither home ever had any bad feelings when an impromptu visit wiped out all the snacks, or in the case of the adults, the alcohol.
It took nearly a decade for things to take a turn, but when it did, it came fast and unexpectedly. Because Marc traveled a lot for work, his wife would take the kids to their lake house for weeks at a time during the summer so that they were not stuck at home bored. On the other hand, Carrie stayed home most of the summer, rarely took vacations and was very content sitting on Marc’s patio while her kids took full advantage of the in-ground swimming pool. She simply worked on her tan, taking frequent dips into the pool to cool off. Carrie had started going back to the gym, working hard to get rid of some baby flab that she gained. To be honest, she was the only one who saw it, and most people did not even notice a change in her body after the kids. She finally had the courage to put aside the one piece bathing suits and started wearing bikinis again.
Last summer in June, Marc had come back from a business trip in the middle of the night and just crashed, leaving all his bags thrown in the corner of the bedroom. His wife had taken the kids up to the lake for a few days so he had the house to himself. This was very typical in the hot summer months. He woke up late the next morning to the reverberating sounds of people moving around on the patio. He knew Carrie was probably out there with her kids and after grabbing a cup of black coffee, he slid open the sliding doors to say hello.
Carrie would keep an eye on the house when no one was around so their initial conversation was about how she didn’t know he was home, the stack of mail, and the current state of the pool. The pool was only a few years old so Marc had never seen her in a two piece before and most likely was getting caught with his eyes wandering at this new experience. There were several moments in which he thought Carrie was purposely bending over to talk to the kids in the pool, the bottom of her cheeks unable to be contained by her bottoms and spilling out. Her legs were glistening from suntan oil, her tan was getting darker already, and her legs were practically sculpted back to the days when she first moved in.
They continued their conversations as normal, but one thing stood out this time. Carrie was usually a very private person, keeping any family business or issues a pure mystery. She mentioned for the first time that with her husband’s new job, she felt like she never saw him and was glad she had the kids to keep her busy. Apparently, he was getting up around 4am and not getting home until well after dinner. Marc thought about how it had actually been several weeks since he had talked with Carrie’s husband. Basically during the week, it had been him eating leftovers on a plate from dinner, showering and then just going to bed. Then work began to creep into the weekend as well so she was starting to feel like a single mom. She laughed and made a comment, “At least he still mows the lawn on Sundays.”
However, Marc was living the bachelor life many nights in the summer, with the exception of work. Facetiming the kids at the lake house became a nightly ritual and so did some of the more exciting video calls with his wife after she put the kids to bed three hours away. Their love life wasn’t stale, it certainly took somewhat of a backseat to other things after kids, but they still got away for weekends now and then and also learned to master the morning quickie before anyone else woke up. That afternoon, he mentioned to Carrie that he was going to be leaving again in a few days. She knew the drill, had the keys to the house, and was more than happy to help.
Marc came back from the next trip, his wife still up at the lake house but they coordinated a return for that afternoon because he would be gone again in a week. This time however, he was lucky enough to be coming home around noon. Carrie must not have heard him come home and was out back on the patio, this time asleep face down on a rolled up towel on a lounge chair. She had a monitor on the table next to her as her kids were down for a nap. Marc could see from the window her top was off and balled up next to the chair on the floor. He stepped outside.
The shrieking sound of the sliding door didn’t wake Carrie. Like any man would, he stared for a few moments, taking in her bare back. He was admiring the crease that traveled down the middle of her back and his eyes made their way down her legs before finally speaking in a joking tone, not wanting to linger too long, “Good morning Carrie.”
She groaned, “Noooooo,” and slowly woke up, immediately remembering she was topless and rolled on her side away from him to put her top back on. This was also a first for Marc to see, she never would lay out like that before.
“Oh wow, what time is it, I clearly must have dozed off,” she mentioned, looking at the monitor and happy that the kids were still out cold, “thank goodness, they’re still sleeping.” She took a sip of water from her insulated cup, the front of her body was shiny from sweat that had formed during her little nap. Tossing on her sunglasses she now saw Marc standing there in his own bathing suit, shirtless and ready to go vacuum the pool, something Carrie just couldn’t manage to get right.
She stepped into the pool to cool off from the heat and from Marc’s bare skin while he grabbed the necessary hoses and poles to tidy up the pool. Carrie never stayed in the pool long, and even though it was heated to 82 degrees at all times, she always got cold. Marc watched with delightful eyes from across the pool and she walked up the steps, adjusting her bottoms to his pleasure at the top step. Carrie was not wearing her hair up and while managing to only get the bottom tips wet, it looked wavy and amazing.
Marc made his way to the top of the steps with the vacuum prepared and started to step in the pool getting about waist deep. Carrie wrapped herself up in a towel and then she screamed, “Owwww, what the……” and tossed the towel, half of it landing in the pool near Marc. There happened to be a bee that had made a temporary home in her towel and stung her right above the shoulder blade. Marc dropped the pole into the water and ran up the pool steps to see what was going on. The bee was actually still stuck on her, flailing around as he flicked it away with his large middle finger.
“You alright,” he asked, “you’re not allergic are you.”
She laughed through the slight pain, trying to look back at the spot over her shoulder, “No, no, I’m not, but wow, that really stings.”
Immediately they both started laughing at the irony of the unintentional pun and Marc took a look at her shoulder. It was just a little red and he could see the tiny black dot which was what he assumed was the stinger. “Looks like that honeybee got you good, let me grab something to get it out.” Marc went in and grabbed a credit card from his wallet and returned to Carrie still standing in the same spot, complaining about the sting. While most people would have been at least spitting a few expletives after being stung, Marc never heard her swear. He didn’t think it was anything intentional, but it was something that both he and his wife picked up on.
“A card, really Marc?” as she rolled her eyes.
He assured her, “Yeah a card, I can see it so we can probably just scrape it out.” He got into position putting one hand on her wet left shoulder and placed the card edge next to the black dot and slid it up and close to the stinger, bringing some pool water with it that she didn’t dry off. Her body had a warm, damp feeling, but he didn’t linger on to that thought for long. Now, even though they had all been close for years, they never exchanged hello or goodbye hugs and kisses on the cheeks as many friends did. It dawned on him that this was the first time he actually touched her, whether it was a handshake, high-five, or a joking hit, nothing. The spot where she was stung was still tender and she involuntarily jerked her body a little as the card eventually got the stinger, sending the back of her hand against Marc, hitting him right where it counted. He groaned a bit, but kept his composure while she apologized repeatedly during his laughter. Marc showed her the tiny stinger on the edge of the credit card and wiped it on his pool drenched shorts.
The black dot was replaced with a tiny drop of blood and the redness was growing. Marc left and came back, this time prepared with some bacitracin and a band-aid. He put a dab on the spot, spread out the bandage, and for some reason tapped the top of the band-aid which made her spin around.
“You want me to hit you again,” she joked.
He bulged his eyes and shook his head, “No, no, sorry, accident.”
Carrie eventually gathered up her things and was going to head back home. Marc was now heading back to resume the pool cleaning being that all was well from the insect’s sting. She walked up to him and with a simple gesture of placing her hand on his forearm, feeling his arm flexed from holding the vacuum pole, she thanked him. He watched as she shook out the half damp towel, looking for more bees and tossed it over her shoulder before slipping on her sandals and walking across the lawn to her house. Carrie forgot her drink cup and turned around mid trip to retrieve it, catching Marc eyeing her for a moment. It made her feel so incredibly sexy that she could still get the attention of men, even if it was just him. Unfortunately, she never really got out that much, but Marc scratched that itch for her today. She said bye once again, this time with a bigger smile, and of course he watched her walk away again. She didn’t look back but was hoping he was still looking, of course he was. His wife and kids would be home later that afternoon and knew they would want to swim, so he got back to work.
Later that night, everyone was outside having a few drinks near the fire pit. Carrie had told the story to Marc’s wife about how he dug the stinger out. She also revealed how he almost got a show of her mosquito bites, as she called them, when he woke her up topless. Marc’s wife knew he was a boob guy and Carrie couldn’t hold a candle to her chest, so any thoughts of jealousy did not even enter her mind. It wouldn’t have even crossed her mind as to why he wouldn’t mention it. What was not spoken about, was what was on Carrie’s mind all day, the quick, half second slap between his legs. Even for that short amount of time, the lightest of hits, she could still remember how his soft member felt against the back of her hand. She would be lying to herself if she wasn’t just the slightest bit curious about it. It felt big, even though it was soft. For the first time, Carrie found herself looking over towards Marc more than usual, undressing him in her mind and thinking about what was hanging between his legs, imagining how it would feel and look in her tiny hands. The night continued on as normal and everyone eventually went to bed around midnight.
There were a few more of their typical encounters during the rest of the weekend and the following week. One that was also normal was when Marc’s wife got a text from Carrie asking if he could come over and take a look at her bathroom sink. Carrie’s husband, when he was around, was fairly useless when it came to the typical task of fixing anything broken, so Marc would sometimes fill in as plumber, electrician, or general handyman when it didn’t require a visit from an actual professional.
This visit started typical, Marc just walked in the back door at Carrie’s, all the kids were already there playing in their family room. He called out for her and finally heard her from up the stairs, “Hey, I am up here.”
He made a joke with the kids, “Hey, any of you have a loose tooth that needs pulling,” Marc pulled out a pair of pliers and leaned towards them. They all joking screamed, “Noooooo,” and ran into the other room.
Marc started up the steps with his little toolbox in hand. He had never actually been upstairs in her home, and he couldn’t remember if she had ever seen the second floor of his own home. He was greeted at the top of the steps by Carrie. She was fully dressed in her usual attire, another pair of tiny shorts and a tank top. It was clear from the damp hair that she had just gotten out of the shower, and the smells of either her soap or lotion hit him hard in the face as she led him through her bedroom and ultimately to the master bath.
She pointed to the sink, “Watch this,” she said as the faucet went on. It spewed water out the side and Carrie shut it off immediately, wiping up the splashes on the counter.
Marc bent down and looked at the aerator, it had some buildup around the bottom and told her, “Easy fix, it’s just gunked up.” He grabbed a small wrench and twisted the small piece of metal off the faucet and used a small screwdriver to scrape off what was probably just mineral deposits from the water. After rinsing everything off, he screwed back on the aerator, turned the water back on, and everything appeared to be back to its original state. Marc tossed the tools back in the box and when bending over to pick it back up, he noticed something on the floor. It was a hot pink thong tossed on the tile floor.
Carrie noticed his gaze, sidestepped him and quickly swept them off the ground, clearly embarrassed. Marc switched gears and made a comment so she would feel more comfortable and pointed towards the glass shower, “That is nice, wish we had one of those.”
She replied back, “Yeah, it’s alright. It always gets spotty and dirty so you have to wipe all the water off after every shower, be glad you don’t have it. But you would actually wipe it down, unlike someone else I know.” Carrie, being the clean freak she is, took the hand towel she used for the faucet mess and wiped the inside of the shower off from her own recent shower, exited the bathroom, and they both walked downstairs.
She offered him a beer as thanks and Marc drank it standing in the kitchen talking for a while. He was able to notice through the tight white tank top that she was bra less and the outline of her nipples were clearly visible, most likely attributable to post-shower wind down. It was about fifteen minutes later and then Carrie’s husband came home from work, giving Marc more attention than Carrie. Marc noticed the atmosphere in the room changed significantly but it didn’t stop him from making plans for the upcoming weekend to possibly go golfing. He knew Carrie’s husband would bail, but asked anyway. She dropped his cold dinner plate down on the island and Marc took it as his cue to head home for the night. Carrie thanked him again, this time opening the door to walk him out. She patted him on the back, ending with an innocent small side to side rub, thanking Marc one last time as he left.
The next weekend, Marc found himself doing a handful of things outside the house. All the kids were out as well, running around playing, and jumping in and out of the pool. The sounds of lawn mowers and weed whackers were buzzing wildly in the air. He wanted to tidy up around as he would be taking off for a few days again. When he finally finished what he had planned for the day, Marc went upstairs, took a shower, ate lunch, and plopped down to watch the last few innings of an afternoon baseball game on the couch. Unfortunately, anytime he went horizontal, it usually meant a nap, and that is what eventually happened.
Some time later, the game having been over for some time, he was laying on his side facing the back of the couch and was awakened to a small poke in the back. Barely awake, he reached back until he felt a leg, rode his hand up behind the knee, continuing up the back of a soft, silky thigh. While coming to, he heard a voice, “Marc, the kids want to….” He didn’t roll over until he hit the top of the leg, feeling a cheek in his hand, went a bit higher and rolled over on the couch. It was not his wife, but Carrie. He immediately pulled his hand away, “Shit, Carrie, I’m sorry, I thought you were…” She cut him off mid sentence. Smiling down at him, her silvery-blue eyes staring back at him. She rarely wore makeup and had a face that was easy on the eyes without it.
“Don’t be,” she paused for a few seconds, breaking eye contact with him and looking down to his mesh shorts, a clear outline of what she accidentally smacked the day before getting her attention, “that felt, uh,” she shyly laughed, “really, really, really, really, good. I haven’t been touched…”
Marc cut her off now and quickly sat up, “Carrie, I am really sorry,” but his bare chest now drew her eyes.
She had a totally different tone in her voice, “Are you really? I’ve seen you peeking,” and did a quick 360 spin around in the living room.
“Carrie it’s not like that at all,” he pleaded, “honestly, I just….”
She took a half step towards him and spun around only halfway this time, her ass in a pair of pink cotton shorts was now a few inches from his face, “Uh, huh, sure. Well your wife just ran to the grocery store, I have to run out as well, and you kids are in the pool so you should probably go watch them.”
Never in all the times they were all friends was there anything that even remotely resembled this version of Carrie. He never even heard her utter a bad comment about someone and there was never any adult talk about sex or anything remotely resembling an off-color dirty joke. She didn’t even look back at him but simply pulled up her shorts as high as she could get them, her entire ass was now visible, “But first, come on, one more time, the other leg, then I’ll leave you alone.”
This was insane, and Marc was in total shock but he quickly flipped the back of a few fingers up her other leg to appease her and escape.
“Oh come on,” she said disappointed and huffed under her breath, then spoke much slower in a more sensual voice, “do it like before.” This time Marc took his hand, starting at her ankle and ran up her leg going all the way up to about half way up her thigh. Her skin felt amazing, soft and not the slightest bit of hair stubble, but the trip was literally about a tenth of the previous one.
Carrie felt goosebumps throughout her entire body and her nipples immediately got stiff. Marc didn’t grab her butt with this hand and stopped before getting that high. Carrie let go of her shorts, but instead of stopping, she grabbed the waistband and pulled it down a few inches.
“I figured you wanted to see these on me and not on the floor,” she revealed the bright pink cotton thong that was on the bathroom floor earlier in the week and dropped her shorts to the floor, stepping out of them and separating her feet a bit. Her body was tantalizing, so firm yet looked so delicate. Just about everything from the waist down was no longer left to his imagination. Anyone, regardless of the situation, would have to stop for a few seconds to admire it.
She bent over ever so slightly, “You didn’t finish, now you have to start over. And with both hands.”
Marc had something come over him as he repeated the task again, this time following her instructions with both hands. He ran his hands up her very slowly, feeling the tiny bumps of her calves. Moving up he felt the change to the softness that was the back of her thighs, he didn’t stop this time and completely went up. He cupped the bottom of her cheeks between his thumb and index finger, finishing off by rotating his fingers up slightly to fill his hands, giving them a firm squeeze.
Marc felt her pushing against his hands as he touched her bare flesh, “Mmm, that’s much better,” and now he could feel Carrie using her weight against his palms until she pushed back and sat in his lap, her thong covered butt landing right in his crotch.
“Ahhh, there he is,” she laughed. Carrie began to wiggle her ass side to side quickly in his lap until his dick was positioned right between her firm cheeks. She moved her hips up and down on him slowly, her perfect bubble butt felt and looked amazing on him. He was in a trance, completely baffled at this different Carrie. He watched in shock as she moved on him, feeling the blood immediately rushing down between his legs and making him grow, “Mmm, that’s really,” she closed her eyes and kept going, “so damn nice.”
Carrie got up on her tiptoes a bit. She even had the cutest little feet, which were always painted to match her hands. Now she was moving her ass up to feel his hardness to where it could give herself some pleasure and sat down on him perfectly. Marc could feel the soft squish of her pussy rolling up and down his growing shaft. She began moving much faster and was softly moaning at this brand new piece of meat straddled securely between her legs. She wanted to just spin around to dig her nails into his hairy chest so she could whip her hips as fast as she could on him, but the current position felt too good to waste even a second and turn around.
Every moment that went by she could feel him getting harder and thicker, wanting to see what it looked like. She pushed down into him, her pelvic bone pressing hard on him to give herself maximum pleasure against her clit. Carrie hadn’t been touched in months, resorting to her naughty drawer to get off lately. She imagined how good it would feel to just slide her panties to the side so he could enter her right there. She honestly wouldn’t have needed more than a minute to get off, it had been so long that something other than a rubbery toy was inside her. He smelled amazing under her and she was locked in with her riding.
Marc was in total shock and awe, he just watched her body gliding up and down on him. She looked like a stripper giving the most enthusiastic lap dance imaginable. He was now fully hard and unable to stop looking down at the view he was being given. His hands had gone under the back of her shirt, able to wrap them around most of her waist as his thumbs rested in her sexy back crease. She felt him pulling her tiny body down into him, and switched to shorter and faster movements, her eyes not opening once. The whole ordeal was only going on for a minute or two, until Marc heard the garage door opener begin to operate. Carrie was oblivious to the sound and kept thrashing away on him, hands on his knees, and moaning quietly.
“Get off, get off,” he whispered, pushing her off his lap, “she’s back.”
Carrie quickly stood up and so did Marc. She quickly stepped into her shorts, pulling them up as they both adjusted themselves. She looked down at the bulge in his shorts and pointed to a tiny oval shaped wet spot about the size of a quarter clearly visible on him at the base of what would be his shaft.
“Sorry, I always get that way super fast.” She pulled her own shorts forward, looking down, revealing a damp spot slightly smaller than a baseball on her, “Oops, you made me make a little mess.”
Knowing she only had a few more seconds before the door opened, Carrie took her hand and grabbed under his balls through his shorts, feeling them tight and hard. The length which was hidden behind the shorts extended well past her wrist. She ran the tips of her pink painted fingers up his entire shaft on the outside and gave him a firm squeeze that made her want to put it in her hands. Carrie pulled his waistband outwards to peek inside. She gave out a long exhale through her lips and finished it with a quick raspberry sound.
“Fuck Marc, that thing is…..fucking gorgeous. But you should probably figure out how to tuck that in somehow, I kinda gotta go huh?” Carrie let go of his shorts with a snap, walked away to open the slider, and got out to the pool. She grabbed her kids and then walked back to her house, thinking about the warm wet spot between her legs.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/xhnpgs/from_neighbor_to_summertime_fling_part_1_fm